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Avast ye, moddars of tha high seas!
Do ye not hate it when you're talking to one of your crew, perhaps it be tha cap'n, perhaps it be tha cartographer, perhaps it be tha fan -nay- cabinboy ye keeps tied up in the corner next to tha pokin' stick for when ye gets tha accursed moddar's block, but do ye not just hate it when ye has a really great yarn about a Mod feature, or ye just be working out a niggling problem, or yees just had ye a Eureka! -nay- Yarr! moment, and ye come to copy/pasting it and half tha file be taken up by tha usar-names that appear every time ye has just hit tha 'line return' button? Do ye not just hate that? Do ye not just hate tha way certain instant chat programs be cuttin' ye conversations like a cutlass, unnecessarily givin' ye reminders of the name of the seadog ye be talkin' to, just because the ol' dog's took a pause in his sentence? Do ye not just hate it when ye leave an away message as "Out To Lunch", when it's the evening, not the middle of the day, or more likely, it's 03:24 in the morning, ye've been Modding -nay- swashbuckling so hard through tha night and previous day that ye sleep deprivation (and general deprivation of fine wenches and ale) has left ye a twitching shipwreck of a man, a man with one eye dead from VeeDeeYoo overdose and the other searching for a remedy, a man so deep into the realms of insanity that he believes himself to be a PIIIRRRRAAATE! and that this remedy he seeks be a strip of black ducktape (that, if he were sane, he would know be giving him pains come tha morn'n), that he will use as a makeshift eyepatch to solve his ailments once and for all, and at that point of no return all ye really wanted was to set yonder away message as "I'm awf to hunt me down some vittles, me harrtees! Ooh-arrgh!"
No? Well I guess MSN Messenger's probably the thing for you. But if you yearn for an interface for your bold and italicised statements, if you despise the gormless grinning face that sequesters your colon capital dees, if you want on-screen chat window minimalisation to match the capabilities of your WinAmp player and if, IF, ladies and gentlepirates, you want a conversation to still be there, even if you closed the chat window some 50 minutes ago, so that you can remember what you were talking about before you turned into a buccaneer...
Avast ye, landlubbars! It's Google Talk!
Avast ye, moddars of tha high seas!
Do ye not hate it when you're talking to one of your crew, perhaps it be tha cap'n, perhaps it be tha cartographer, perhaps it be tha fan -nay- cabinboy ye keeps tied up in the corner next to tha pokin' stick for when ye gets tha accursed moddar's block, but do ye not just hate it when ye has a really great yarn about a Mod feature, or ye just be working out a niggling problem, or yees just had ye a Eureka! -nay- Yarr! moment, and ye come to copy/pasting it and half tha file be taken up by tha usar-names that appear every time ye has just hit tha 'line return' button? Do ye not just hate that? Do ye not just hate tha way certain instant chat programs be cuttin' ye conversations like a cutlass, unnecessarily givin' ye reminders of the name of the seadog ye be talkin' to, just because the ol' dog's took a pause in his sentence? Do ye not just hate it when ye leave an away message as "Out To Lunch", when it's the evening, not the middle of the day, or more likely, it's 03:24 in the morning, ye've been Modding -nay- swashbuckling so hard through tha night and previous day that ye sleep deprivation (and general deprivation of fine wenches and ale) has left ye a twitching shipwreck of a man, a man with one eye dead from VeeDeeYoo overdose and the other searching for a remedy, a man so deep into the realms of insanity that he believes himself to be a PIIIRRRRAAATE! and that this remedy he seeks be a strip of black ducktape (that, if he were sane, he would know be giving him pains come tha morn'n), that he will use as a makeshift eyepatch to solve his ailments once and for all, and at that point of no return all ye really wanted was to set yonder away message as "I'm awf to hunt me down some vittles, me harrtees! Ooh-arrgh!"
No? Well I guess MSN Messenger's probably the thing for you. But if you yearn for an interface for your bold and italicised statements, if you despise the gormless grinning face that sequesters your colon capital dees, if you want on-screen chat window minimalisation to match the capabilities of your WinAmp player and if, IF, ladies and gentlepirates, you want a conversation to still be there, even if you closed the chat window some 50 minutes ago, so that you can remember what you were talking about before you turned into a buccaneer...
Avast ye, landlubbars! It's Google Talk!