IMing with a co-worker about the 500GHz IBM chip, he casts aspersions on my standard Unreal Tournament M.O.:
(10:39:37 AM) Him: i want one
(10:39:38 AM) Him: http://news.com.com/2100-1006_3-6085568.html
(10:39:48 AM) Me: Only one?
(10:39:52 AM) Me: n00b!
(10:39:55 AM) Him: heheh – dually
(10:40:07 AM) Me: I want a terahertz
(10:40:23 AM) Me: dual 500 ghz…. ooooo
(10:40:34 AM) Him: yeah, you would still camp
(10:40:48 AM) Me: but faster
(10:40:51 AM) Me: 
(10:40:54 AM) Him: speed camper
(10:40:57 AM) Me: 
(Sung to the tune of the “Speed Racer” theme song…)
(10:42:12 AM) Me: “There he sits, there sits Speed Camper, he’s a sniper who’s leet”
(10:42:35 AM) Him: lol
(10:42:45 AM) Him: great, there’s a tune that will be stuck in my head all day
(10:43:44 AM) Me: “He’s a sniper, and he’s never spotted chasing after no-one…”
(10:43:58 AM) Me: doot… doot… doot, dah doo
(10:45:37 AM) Me: “He’s busy finding all the shady darkened spots.”
(10:46:23 AM) Me: “You’d better watch out for his many leet head-shots!”
(10:46:43 AM) Him: lol
(10:47:07 AM) Me: “And when the odds are against him and there’s… dangerous work (to do)!”
(10:47:26 AM) Me: “You bet your life Speed Camper… will headshot you!”
(10:47:33 AM) Him: LOL
Go Speed Camper! Go Speed Camper! Go Speed Camper, gooooo! (or should that be “Sit…”)