Can This Troper say that we pretty much all talk like this? Like, every day?

This troper had a twenty minute conversation about whether or not the streetlights on one particular street were hanging low to the point of being a safety hazard, and whether or not they were abnormally low or if they'd always been that low and if no one had noticed them, and which local government agency sets the standards for streetlight height. This conversation also included a {{LampshadeHanging}} by this troper's friend.

This Troper participated in a conversation literally minutes ago about a person keeping track of how much fast food they eat a day. His teacher walked into the class in the middle, as well.

This troper, her best friend, and her mother once had an extremely long and protracted conversation about the merits of ugly towels in dorms. And the making of said towels. At the end of it, she couldn't help but wonder: "Why are we TALKING about this?"

...So what ''are'' the merits? Are they less likely to be stolen or "borrowed"?

Yes. In fact, this troper had serious problems with that, and the offending suitemates had even "kidnapped" her favorite towel, which was technically a beach towel and had a giant checkerboard on it. She still has the foam checkers.

...That towel was MadeOfWin.

This troper and another troper recently had a conversation over dinner about how you get 'in' certain vehicles, like a car, a truck or a tank, but you get 'on' others, like a bus, train or plane. This extended into how it sounded incorrect to swap those two - 'I'm getting in the train', 'I'm getting on the car' - which then led to how technically you aren't 'on' any of these vehicles (i.e., you don't ride on top of a plane, you are obviously inside the plane). ''Then'', since the reason these tropers met up in the first place was to watch GurrenLagann, the conversation mutated into whether you get 'on' or 'in' a HumongousMecha. It was left unsolved that day, but when this Troper mentioned the topic to her father in the car it began the SeinfeldianConversation anew, this time with the conclusion that any vehicle you board standing up (you walk to your seat to get into a plane, a train or a bus) you get 'on', but any vehicle where you are automatically in place as soon as you board (you get into a car, truck or tank without needing to walk to your seat) you get 'in'. The verdict was that it depends on the type of mecha, but in most situations, you get 'in' a HumongousMecha. The entire conversation was MadeofWin.

This troper has always heard the distinction being whether or not it requires a professional driver. Planes, Trains, Buses and things like that are all driven by 'Drivers', while Cars are driven by random people.

I imagine it has something to do with the communal nature of the vehicle, you rarely get into a car with someone you don't know but if you're on a plane or a bus there is almost always a stranger riding with you.

No, you get ''in'' taxis -- I think the standing criterion is closer. That said, you also get ''in'' vans and APCs, so...

Same troper and same friend had a conversation just recently about whether or not a brownie with frosting on it is a piece of cake. This dissolved into a discussion about the taxonomic classifications of cakes, brownies, and cookies. We determined that brownies and cakes can mate, but they can't produce viable offspring.

The difference between a cake and a biscuit (or cookie, to Americans) is that when a cake goes stale, it goes hard. When a biscuit/cookie goes stale, it goes soft. This is true, as reported on ''{{QI}}''.

This troper calls shenanigans on that. While cake definitely goes hard, he's never heard of a cookie that goes ''soft'' when it gets stale. Of course he's also never heard anyone call a biscuit a cookie, since they're not even remotely similar InAmerica.

I'd say no. Cake is generally taller and fluffier, while a brownie is just kind of squat and vaguely fudgy. You could, however, make a brownie cake.

This troper and her mother had a heated argument recently about whether Gotham City is the fictional equivalent of New York or Chicago. This troper claimed it was Chicago because of ''Batman Begins/The Dark Knight'' and because the ''Superman'' movies use New York as Metropolis. Her mother said it was New York because she claimed she'd heard people say things like "I'm going to Gotham" when talking about New York. So the troper's mother told her to Google it, which led nowhere; then said to check Wikipedia, and that didn't work; so they ended up calling this troper's grandfather to ask him. He said Gotham was most certainly New York, no question about it, so this troper had to eat her words.

For the record, Metropolis is widely believed among comic book geeks to be Los Angeles. (This troper believes it should be Kansas City, since it's apparently in Kansas, but whatever.) Chicago is Star City, Green Arrow's turf.

What crazy pseudo-world do you live in where Kansas City is in Kansas?

Heck with that, what crazy pseudo-world do we live in where Kansas City ''isn't'' in Kansas?!

It's in both Missouri ''and'' Kansas. How the hell do you two people ''not'' know that?!

Thanks for the info. This troper feels better now. But Metropolis only seems to be located in Kansas in the ''{{Smallville}}'' canon.

This troper heard an interpretation that he considers quite cool. Basically, Metropolis is New York by day while Gotham is New York by night.

This troper is pretty sure that Gotham, Metropolis, and New York all have independent existance in the DCU. Also, he's fond of the theory that Gotham is a heavily urbanized LovecraftCountry.

DC has an official Atlas. Let's move on, people.

Sheesh. Sorry, we're not really ComicBook readers. And actually, it was a pretty damn funny argument. All of the theories and the guessing were actually a lot more fun than you handing us the answer. You're CompletelyMissingThePoint of a SeinfeldianConversation.

And the Atlas isn't really as WordOfGod as one would think it'd be--locations of cities in the DCU tend to move around depending on the era and the writer. The current location of Star City, for example, is somewhere in northern California, and Ivy Town (the Atom's stomping grounds) started out as an {{Expy}} for New Haven, Connecticut but moved to Ithaca, New York in the early 90's.

Wait, isn't Gotham New York (because, you know, NYC is actually ''called'' Gotham, though that's somewhat gone out of style) while Metropolis is ''Boston''? Wasn't that the parallel intended with the 'Daily ''Planet'' ' and the 'Boston ''Globe'' '?

They're both New York.

This troper and her best friend once had a rather long conversation in which the friend attempted to explain to her that if a modern-day BeautyAndTheBeast story (the Disney version) were made, Belle would be a biker chick. Now, most people would've just given said friend a funny look and changed the subject, but in the interest of science, I had her elaborate... This happens a lot, though, so I'm used to it.

Well, let's hear it. Why would Belle be a biker chick?

Apparently her desire for adventure proves that, were she in the modern world, she would be a biker chick. I'm sorry to say I can't really elaborate much, as the conversation was several years ago and I don't remember most of it.

An overly large proportion of this troper's conversations with his dormmates involves SuperSmashBros or video games in general. We're all nerds, and he suspects that this is endemic to the lifestyle.

In what may be an odd mixture of SeinfeldianConversation and {{Cloudcuckoolander}}, this troper once had the opportunity to discuss, with classmates, the question of "Who would win, a homicidal robot or a suicidal robot?" After first redefining homicide to include robots, of course. (While one would think the scenario is win-win, the conclusion was that it depended on the intentions of the suicidal robot. If it was trying to die by some other method, the homicidal robot wins. Contrariwise, the suicidal robot could have developed an elaborate scheme to dupe the homicidal robot into killing it, thus achieving victory.)

This troper and his best freind once had a two hour conversation on whether or not a preying mantis would make an appropriate little brother.

How well do you get along with your sister-in-law now?

This troper and his friends have had two separate conversations about the order they would die in if they were in a horror movie. For the record, this troper, being the designated nerd and comic relief, dies in the middle.

This troper had a similar conversation with a friend and is currently attempting to write it as a screenplay.

All of my conversations with a large group of friends have ended this way, and for the record, we have decided that in any given story, based on Idealism/Cyncism, and even what role I would play:

Full cynic story, I live. (Cynic Story = Killer/ {{The Libby}} Wins Because Evil is Better)

Unless I am a {{Jerk With A Heart Of Gold}}, in which case I save the hero and am forced to watch how my efforts are in vain, causing my descent.

4/5 Cynic, I live. (Bad people face no consequences.)

3/5 is where it gets intresting. I either die to redeem myself {{Redemption Equals Death}}, am {{Hoist By His Own Petard}}, die because I am the killer, or save the hero {{Heroic Sacrifice}}. 3 in 4 chance I'm dead.

2/5 Equal Chance Life/Death. HOW I die is debated. (Main Villian, {{Jerkass}}, Heroic Sacrifice, {{Death By Genre Savvy}}...)

1/5 Screwed if I am the villian. Live anytime else.

Full Idealistic, Live Regardless.

This troper once, I swear to God, had the following conversation with twelve-year-old sister and ten-year-old brother: #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Did you know smoking can make hairs grow on your tongue?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "What?" #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Smoking can make you grow hair on your tongue. I read it on the internet." #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "No, it can't. You can't trust everything you read on the internet. Anyway, it's the medicine they give you for emphysema, which is a disease you can get from smoking, that makes hairs grow. And that's on your face, not your tongue." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Emphysema?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Yeah. Grandpa Fred has it." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "I thought he was dead." #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "No." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Who gets his stuff when he does die?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "His wife." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "He has a wife?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Yeah. Mom's stepmom, Goldina." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Goldina?!" #QUOTE#'''Brother:''' (walking in): "Who's that?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Mom's stepmom." #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "I can't believe Mom has a stepmom!" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Mom's had a stepmom for, like, ten years. Where've you been?" #QUOTE#'''Sister:''' "Well, I didn't know. I thought he just ran off." #QUOTE#'''Brother:''' "How can a stepmom be a 'he'?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Not her, Grandpa." #QUOTE#'''Brother:''' "Grandpa who?" #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' "Grandpa Fred." #QUOTE#'''Brother:''' "Oh. Didn't he die?"

But smoking CAN make tiny black hairlike things grow on your tongue, if you have poor oral hygiene. It's more likely to be caused by intravenous needle use, though.

troper has conversations like this often. Once he was having a serious conversation about the American right to bear arms that eventually ended up mutating into a discussion about the merits of airplane mounted gatling cannons and wheter or not a battleship armed with a railgun is actually useful, not necessary or just too cool not to be built.

This troper and her friends recently had a conversation discussing the whole "glass half full, glass half empty" idea through a logical and contextual standpoint. They decided that a glass was half full if you poured something in it to the halfway point, and half empty if you took out half of whatever was in it. They were fairly into it (almost to the point of debating) before this troper paused and asked "why are we ''having'' this conversation?"

This troper has come to the exactly same conclusion.

This troper has had a similar conversation with her friends. We nearly concluded that a glass can't be just half full (since the other half is full of air), but then one of us decided to place the glass in a vaccuum. We somehow ended up talking about cheese. It was awesome.

A glass that's half full can't also be half empty; it'd have to be less than half. To be both, the amount of liquid would have to be half of the glass's capacity exactly, to the molecule; and in most cases it wouldn't stay that way, thanks to either evaporation or condensation.

This Troper's father has six glasses about this topic: #QUOTE# '''Optimist:''' The glass is half full #QUOTE# '''Pessimist:''' The glass is half empty #QUOTE# '''Engineer:''' The glass is twice as big as it needs to be #QUOTE# '''Quantum Physicist:''' The glass has a 50% probability of holding water #QUOTE# '''Philosopher:''' If no one looks at the glass, who's to say how full or empty it is? #QUOTE# '''Accountant:''' Does the glass really ''need'' all that water?

Wouldn't the quantum physicist say the same thing as the philosopher did?

This troper saw shirt with even more on it once, including the awesome '''Nihilist:''' The Glass is Broken.

This Troper's father writes a Christmas letter every year, and the one from when this troper was about 3 says somewhere: #QUOTE# '''Dad:''' The glass is half full. #QUOTE# '''Mom:''' The glass is half empty. #QUOTE# '''Older brother:''' Hey! Who stole some of my juice! #QUOTE# '''This troper:''' Lucky! Lucky! Lucky! I've got some juice!

One of this troper's favorite New Yorker comics ever is a picture of three such glasses, captioned: #QUOTE# '''Optimist:''' Half Full #QUOTE# '''Pessimist:''' Half Empty #QUOTE# '''Optometrist''': Half A Glass Of Water

Averted with me. I often bring up extremly trivial topics, but noone really ever responds, and if they do, I don't ever really respond.

This troper recently had a conversation on a bus that started with how in school suspensions are stupid, shifted to discussing Anarchist Communism, and concluded with the idea that there is no reason for sentient robots to not kill humanity.

When this troper discussed how gerbils can fly and hamsters can't. According to me, gerbils could fly if they use their little tails like helicopter rudders. Of course, it was also a mushroom samba scene because I was on-my-ass high on pain meds after getting surgery on my leg.

This troper had an hour-long conversation with one of his friends about which plant would win if every type of plant in the world got together for a massive fight. We eventually concluded that it would end in a final epic showdown between the Venus fly trap and the oak tree. Unfortunately, this was on a long bus journey for a school trip, and one of our teachers was sitting behind us and listening fascinated to every word. At the end of the trip, everyone got awards, and ours was a joint prize for 'Most bizarre conversation.'

Why is that unfortunate? That's mildly awesome.

This troper's friend once got a whole class arguing over whether turkeys can fly.

This troper and her younger sister somehow got into an extended conversation on the merits of the "Talking Face" sprites in ''HarvestMoon DS Cute.'' We couldn't decide which was scarier: Cody's REALLYREALLYMAD! face or Gotz's REALLYREALLYHAPPY! face. Vesta, we decided, was just over-all freaky. But we both agreed that Carter had the best expressions overall--his happy face is quite pleasantly cheerful, but his EPIC FACEPALM is completely hilarious, his hair get really expressive when he's mad, and his mildly depressed face is so utterly pathetic that it just makes you want to pat him on the head and bring him milk and cookies.

This troper has Seinfeldian thoughts. During the first Obama / [=McCain=] debate, he was distracted by how the thin stripes on [=McCain=]'s tie were so close together the camera made them wiggly. That segued into a half-hour thought train on the evolution of neckties. It turns out their ancestry goes something like this:

Animal skin tied around neck

Cape/cloak

Scarf

Ascot

Tie

Please note, some links in the evolutionary chain may have been overlooked.

Sorry to say this, but ties were invented to hide buttons on buttoned up shirts because they were supposed to be considered embarasing.

This troper had a really long talk about what would happen if the nazis could find their way to Narnia...

This troper gets into Seinfeldian conversations often, but most notably, he and his family were discussing the merits of ice cream and the naming of furniture stores, when he noticed that they were having a Seinfeldian conversation. His younger sister said "Then I'm Kramer." His parents quickly claimed Jerry and Elaine, to which he responded "George is getting upset!"

This troper's ethics class has experienced considerable ScheduleSlip due to drifting from our usual SeriousBusiness philosophical discourse into convoluted discussions of semi-relevant issues like the morality of eating chocolate(does it matter if the chocolate is somehow nutritious? or what its cocoa content is?) and when it could be acceptable to bomb an actual tree (a StealthPun derived from the question of bombing an enemy nation's nuclear power plant which for some reason was inhabited by little children).

This troper had an argument with her sister concerning the St. Ives riddle. I don't quite remember how it started, or very much at all. I do, however, remember trying to figure out how the man would be going to St. Ives after my sister asked what would happen if the path was surrounded by lava. At one point, I think I also proposed killing the other man, his wives, the cats, and the kittens, which then led to her mentioning zombies or necromancy.

This troper outright loves conversations that go for an hour, and end up having nothing to do with the original topic. It's always amusing when someone starts talking about, say, the economy, and through the evolution of the discussion, end up arguing over which is better- Warhammer Fantasy or Warhammer 40K? (NB- not an actual conversation I've had, I honestly can't remember them since they are so random)

A sadly lost video clip showed this troper and his friends starting a conversation with one of them pretending to spray another with furniture polish - which, obviously, led to us talking about exactly how leprechauns talk...

This troper does this on a regular basis- almost all the time in fact.

This troper's history tutorials sometimes delve into this. Our group was discussing the Holocaust, when someone mentioned the horrific film footage they took of it. It then became a conversation about why videos of YouTube have to be split up, and ended with the statement "Everything I learnt about evolution, I learnt from Pokemon." At that point, the tutor wanted our groups to get back together so we could get back on topic...

In addition to the heated "Gotham City: New York vs. Chicago" argument somewhere above, this troper and her mother had recent conversation in which they labelled each character from ''WinnieThePooh'' with a psychological disorder: Pooh has Asperger's Syndrome, Piglet and Rabbit have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Owl has a narcissistic personality disorder, Tigger has a serious case of ADHD, and Eeyore is a major-depressive.

This troper and his friend once had a half-hour conversation describing how best to survive a ZombieApocalypse. ThisTroper put forth the idea that, since most Wal-Marts are located next door to Home Depots, a Wal-Mart would be easily defendable, with a bit of work. He then proceeded to write a long, long list on all of the steps that should be taken.

This troper is convinced that if you had enough people to properly secure the garage doors, a Costco would be the absolute perfect place to survive an infestation. And I can argue it endlessly.

This Troper spent a whole period (50 min) talking about if a man had sex with a female horse, would a centaur be born? (Seriously, can someone answer this for me?)

No. Very no.

Genetics does not work like that

But...doesn't gender equal breed?

It doesn't explain why you'd ''want'' to bang a horse, though...

Actually...

This troper and his best friend once had a VERY long conversation. Eventually we reached the "how did we get to this topic" question and went backwards through the daisychain of barely-related topics to figure out what started the whole thing. Surprising to say the least.

This Troper has these ''constantly.'' Often, the result is an acknowledgement of the Seinfeldianess of the conversation.

This troper, at a [=McDonald's=] in New Jersey about 15 years ago, re-enacted a scene from Seinfeld with the [=McWorker=] playing the patsy unwittingly to a T. I ordered a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a medium fries. The patsy said "We have small, large, and super size" and I said "Wouldn't the large be medium and the super size be large?" and the [=McDrone=] repeated "We have small, large, and super size, sir." I said "fine, give me a large order of fries. But I'm going to call it a medium."

This troper and his brother have frequent conversations that fit this trope to a T. One of the more noteworthy examples started with how plants evolved to bear fruit (watching a documentary) and ended with whether or not Pineapples evolved to include animal digestion in their life cycle. On one hand, they don't rot in a way that promotes plant growth like more thin-skinned fruits. On the other, they have spikes growing out of their skin. Needless to say, "what were we just talking about?" is a very common phrase among us.

After this troper and her friends were interrupted at lunch by a nosy Assistant Principal, no one at the table could remember the topic of the previous conversation. Thus, we spent the rest of the period talking about figuring out what we'd been talking about in the first place - which eventually culminated in listing off random words that popped into our heads. Considering the topic we finally came up with was Viagra, it probably wasn't a very important conversation in the first place.

This troper can't seem to remember the last time she DIDN'T have a SeinfeldianConversation. Some of the more recent ones that come to mind are "Why do the cologne commercials all feature gay guys?", "If you separated out males and females, would everyone turn gay?" and... there are some non-gay ones in there too. Really.

All of this troper's conversations go like this. One conversation, in five minutes, encompassed dwarves at Auschwitz and then slingshot around to whether "tuberculösen fingerwurm" means what it sounds like, and then to this troper's desire for a silver triquetra to wear, then what the heck a Luther rose is, then to why Elisabeth of Bavaria was called Sisi... and the rest of the conversation was just too weird to describe.

Other conversations tend to swing back around to subjects like why some convicted criminals are so very sexy and a nursing home in my neighborhood called the "Elysian Fields Rest Home".

This Troper and his friends have held long arguments in the halls at school over such topics as "yes" vs. "no" or "Are we arguing or not?"

This Troper has fake arguments with one of his friends all the time. We have acknowledged that they are fake, but we rarely do it because it's simply funnier to pretend as if the arguments are real. Usually they culminate in giggle fits when one of us calls the other one fat, ugly, or gay. It's... more mature than it sounds, really!

Just today, this troper and a friend had a ten-minute debate about the logistics of using ducks as housing materials. They'd be ''great'' for waterproofing.

This Troper and his friend went on a long and detailed discussion on which would be worse: a zombie outbreak, or a robot revolution? Having saved this conversation, this Troper has thought off and on about making a video where the debate is played straight.

This troper's lunch peroid is completely made of this- so much that we now refer to the cafeteria as 'the diner'.

This Troper has these with her friends or by herself, once walking up to a friend and saying, "If you remind me, I'll tell you after class how I got from sending myself an e-mail with an essay in English to singing 'My boots are better than your boots! My boots are better than yours! My boots are better because they aren't squeaking! My boots are better than yours!'". This troper's friend was intrigued and was treated to an explanation involving forgotten book reviews and trips to the craft store.\

...Do tell?

At my old-school, me and my friends did this ''all...the...time''. It's like all our conversations were Seinfeldian.

This Troper seems to be a Seinfeldian ''Magnet''. A mention to a freind of hers about how many lesbians there are in the webcomics she reads turned into a deep discussion about homophobia and transphobia, which turned into how odd foot fetishes are. yeah. And stuff like this happens on an almost daily basis.

Whenever someone loses their train of thought, this troper muses as to its current whereabouts. I'm under the impression the trains can only travel along tracks, meaning its pretty hard to lose them unless they get derailed. Come to think of it, what kind of stations do trains of thought travel between? It would seem that your brain has to be the station it started at, but its destination has always been a bit fuzzy. Now, if we had two-way telepathy, the analogy might be a little less confusing; we have a station the train starts at, and a station the train arrives at, but I'm still not sure how you'd lose it...

This Troper has managed to think up an explanation: going with the train analogy, the "train of thought" is an idea, but in the abstract sense. Discussing and expanding on the idea is the equivalent of having passengers board/depart, while the rails are stuff like talking, IM-ing, etc.

Do NOT sit in this troper's car with him and his mother. They can get into a conversation about anything and spend an entire half-hour talking endlessly about it.

Most of this troper and her best friend's conversations add up to this, when they're not plotting. We've taken to calling the chatroom, which has four regular members including the two of us, "the Lucky Star of dAmn." Even weirder, she acts almost exactly like Konota and I have quite a lot in common with Miyuki. We have nicknamed each member accordingly.

This troper's younger sister and their mum once had an ''argument'' about whether the cone in a Friendly's Hidden Cone Sundae is actually hidden or just buried in the ice cream. Honestly. I don't mean they were just cross with each other and seized the opportunity to argue, I mean this almost seemed to really trouble them. And it didn't seem to cross their minds that it is hidden ''by'' being buried in the ice cream.

When I'm hanging out with people who I don't necessarily talk to much, and there's a lull in conversation, I'll throw out "Hey, how 'bout them Wiggles?" purely because it prompts a SeinfeldianConversation more often than not. Frequent sub-topics are Greg the Yellow Wiggle's replacement by Sam, Jeff's narcolepsy, and the videos or concerts we saw as kids.

Most of this troper's online conversations consist of this. Recently, we spent about five minutes arguing about whether frying pans should be called "skillets" or "sauce pans". We also had a discussion on whether Edward Elric counts as a {{bishonen}} or not.

Oh god. This Troper and his friend thrive on this sort of thing, preferably loudly and in the middle of a hallway. We have debated doorknobs, exerting effort and all sorts of meaningless things.

This troper was hiking up a mountain when she asked the age old question (and she actually referred to it as an age old question) "What would happen if a werewolf bit a vampire?" Hilarity ensued.

Nothing, the vampire's already dead. Now, a vampire trying to vamp a werewolf, there's something else.

This troper once got into a long conversation with her mother about all the cars the family had ever leased. Her sister listened through the entire conversation and when it was over said "Great conversation [troper], you should tell it at parties! Make friends in college!"

This troper and her mother once had a conversation about what our cats would sound like if they could have human voices (as in, which actresses would voice them in a movie).

This troper easily engaged in such discussions with his class mates during lunch when he was in high school. These alwas seemed to end up discussing feces in some way, ending with one or more of the ones eating nearby telling us to shut up. Sometimes we did it intentionally just to shake up the appetite. Odd times indeed.

Don't ask how but this troper and his friends were able to have a long, in depth conversation...about an NPC who's only role is to announce the villain and get killed.

This Troper and her friends once had a fifteen minute conversation about why water can't have negative calories. There was also another conversation (this troper doesn't remember how it started) about how weird/creepy fetishists are, specifically foot fetishists and S&M fetishists. A different time they conversed about how black lemonade would taste.

This Troper and his friends have lost a whole Dungeons and Dragons session debating over the rules and ethics of a Conversation.

Another conversation led to the racial connotations of Disney's cartoons, and whether the Red Guy from the Cow and Chicken/I.M. Weasel cartoons are one guy, multiple guys with a good social network, or a Borg-esque collective

This troper's entire time in high school was a long string of this kind of thing. Like speculation about what Biblical characters' favorite foods would have been:Goliath likes deep-dish supreme pizza. And Gideon likes corn. Off the cob..

Once upon a time I had a conversation with three other people about the effectiveness and appropriate use of Z-snaps. Like "-snap snap snap snap- Oh you did not just go there, girlfrieeeend~" ....Or something. Glorious other conversations include whether or not waffles could be used as currency based on size and shape(pancakes would be like cents compared to waffledollars) and the possibilities if Pokemon were real. Which is terrifying. Oh let's go bug-hunting and HOLY FUCKING SHIT GIANT BEES, SPIDERS, AND A MANTIS WITH SCYTHES. Wander into a cave and prepare to be assaulted by enormous bats and rock monsters that could EXPLODE AT ANY SECOND.

This troper and several friends once had an argument about the height of an average hobbit, the birthdate of The Immortal Bard, the inventor of paper plates, and whether pizza was truly Italian. This argument stretched on for two hours with no clear winner, and no clear answers, or clear purpose for the original argument.

This Troper has spent 3 hours chatting with a friend about nearly every aspect of Pokemon. Which Pokemon were best in stats, best in concept, most awesome, most RuleThirtyFour perversion potential, what the devs were thinking when adding HotSkittyOnWailordAction,what Pokemon would be the best to mix together for more awesomeness and what I do in my spare time. Tyranitar and Metagross were decided the overall best Pokemon for everything. We ended up with "Metatar". It's about as awesome as it sounds.

There was also another conversation I had with a few other friends resulting in the creation of the Rhinorhinorhino. Basically, 3 rhinos fused together at a point. After a bit of we decided where it would be fused together. Nobody remembers though.

At lunch, a person ThisTroper was sitting with mentioned that a friend of a friend has given eight-and-half blowjobs in her lifetime. The conversation then shifted as to how you could only give "half" a blowjob. Then if wether or not a girl (or boy) had to take the entire penis in her (or his) mouth for it to technically count as a blowjob, or if simply likcing the shaft qualified. '''Then''', since we rationalized that the person doing the blowing would have to use their hand to manipulate the organ at some point, would that be a dual-qualifier as a handjob as well, or is any hand-contact canceled out by oral stimulation? We were in sixth grade at the time.

I believe I know you. Did you then go on to discuss whether or not masturbating during sex with someone else is actually masturbating?

My friends and I had a discussion on whether or not purple is a color, if it is a color if it is a shade of violet, if Indigo really exsits, and on whether a range of colors is considered definded in its range or is approximations. '''IN ENGLISH CLASS WITH THE TEACHER INVOLVED.'''

Expect this to occur every time Enkufka and his best friend see each other, on topics ranging from gun mechanics to calculus to philosophy to Elephants to if there actually ''is'' a present. I argue that there is. It's under the tree. Your thoughts, TVtropes?

The Nationstates forum is MADE of this.

Me and my friends had an argument over the exact definition of vampire, and whether or not sparklepires count. That somehow moved on to an argument over the mechanics of zombies and whether or not 28 days later style infections count as zombie infections. We also have daily arguments over who would win in a fight between Bruce Lee, Jesus, and Chuck Norris? We eventually agreed that Batman would win.

My mother and I once had a whole discussion about the song "It's Raining Men". Did a bunch of average Joes suddenly get teleported into the sky, or was it more of a spontaneous generation sort of thing? Do they just go splat upon hitting the ground, or does some supernatural force make sure they land unharmed? Perhaps they all have parachutes.

This is ''every'' conversation between this troper and his {{Nakama}}. Topics can range from making fun of video games to things such as the melting temperature of turkey. #QUOTE# '''Friend 1:''' ''(picks up his turkey melt sandwich)'' I wonder when turkey actually ''would'' melt. #QUOTE# ''(Others think for a moment.)'' #QUOTE# '''This troper:''' Well, first, you'd need to put it in an oxygen-less environment. It'd burn otherwise. #QUOTE# '''Friend 2:''' And get all the water out of it, too. #QUOTE# '''This troper:''' So, you'd need turkey jerkey in a nitrogen-filled oven if you were going to liquify it. #QUOTE# '''Friend 1:''' But then it's not turkey anymore. #QUOTE# '''Friend 2:''' You know, if [other friend] was here, he'd probably ask what would be wrong with setting it on fire.

We also have a long list of favorite and personal memes that will get any of us laughing.

If you cannot have these conversations, we cannot be friends, because this happens all the time with all of my closest friends. This is how we get to know people. We've had lengthy discussions about whether or not "Rainbow" is a colour, and spent a long time defining new emotions such as, 'I want it' (Yes, that IS an emotion) and arguing over the important distinction between 'stuff' and 'things'. This is just the way we think. Don't judge it; love it.

This troper judges how comfortable she is with people by how easy it is to start up these with them.

Pretty much how this Troper starts conversations.

This editor has this kind of conversations with people he barely knows. Not so long ago he had a conversation on why are silent protagonists silent. We came up with some interesting conclusions. We also ended up discussing if Mario is gay, for some reason. We also have discussions on legendary badfic... danube... what the hell is it supposed to mean? We have theories for that too. Not only that, but we have begun to use 'danube' in regular conversations. People don't usually understand what we are danubing about.

This troper is incapable of not speaking in these. Due to vast quantities of Whedon, Tarantino, and eccentricity, I always have weird, rambling conversations. Even with myself.

A couple friends and I were in history. The assignment was to form groups and discuss the ethics of bombing Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Our conversation started with theorizing that the Japanese were taking their revenge quietly by becoming famous producers of electronics/appliances, and secretly making them mecha that would wake up as soon as the American public was lulled into complacency. It evolved into a discussion of what kitchen appliances would be the most dangerous if they came to life. Protip: don't ever let your blender see where you keep your knives.

I once started a debate with my friends over whether Felix Felicitas could help one overcome the effects of Veritaserum.

This troper has had to, on multiple occasions, recap the last three to four topics of conversation to find what needed to be discussed. Most recently, he engaged an IM friend in a battle of surreal taglines ("The stuff you find on your porch after the rain"; "The barbed wire around a [=McDonald's=] ball pit").

Me and my brother once had a conversation about how to power a small radio station,. I suggested a windmill, but he wanted to do a nuclear reactor. I told him that the components for said reactor would cost to much, and that there would be no use for all the fire alarms we would have to scrap. He tried to debunk my theory, saying that we could get the same materials needed at Wal-mart for under $500. We stretched our conversation all the way to how the the massive radio interference would interrupt the hurricane warning signal to the neighborhood, and how tin foil would be a better conductor then an iron box due to it's commonness, making it easier to repair and replace. We was talking bout this with my brothers friends at Golden Coral, on his birthday. We got strange looked from everyone else, I mean, two Asian guys, a black guy, a Mexican, seven white hillbillies, and an old dude was talking about how to power their radio.

This troper had a conversation on Muffins and Muffin Tops. With his friends. After buying a muffin, and the defining characteristics of muffins. Then a friend noted that the conversation was something off Seinfeld.

This troper and his friendsa do this a LOT.

This troper does this fairly often. One that comes to mind is semi-seriously debating what kind of donut Thoreau preferred with her father, which turned into a drawn-out inside joke.

This troper and his friends are practically MADE OF THIS TROPE.

This troper's 300-level animal science class once spent a whole three-hour lab discussing how to make fire-breathing sheep. And then how to make them fly. The professor participated in this discussion (heck, he started it).

This troper's animal nutrition class also once spent an hour discussing how one might theoretically create zombie cattle via use of a BSE (aka mad cow)-type agent.

This troper and his friends once spent over three hours discussing what constitutes as breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Exmple: "If you wake up at noon and have a sandwich, is it lunch, or breakfast?")

This troper doesn't describe himself as a pontificator of preposterous premises for nothing. I once spent an entire evening discussing the monarchist subtext of BeautyAndTheBeast and had a philosophical debate over Facebook with my brother about how he was in the next room, going into the subjectivity of distance and an existential outlook on reality. The latter stemmed from him berating me for talking to him on facebook when he was right in the next room. Back to Seinfeldian... ...Hey, have you ever noticed how they make pinatas have that paper fur, even when they're not of "furry" things? Does that mean the object the pinata represents is a "furry" version of that object, like a fuzzy treasure chest? What is ''up'' with that?

Maybe the weather in Pinataland is really cold so they need the fur to stay warm?

But why would treasure chests need to stay warm? Perhaps they're insulating the contents. Like a Thermos flask. Hey, how do Thermos flasks work, anyway?

Mostly by exploiting the properties of a vacuum as they pertain to heat transference. But if a pinata worked like that, would it implode?

Pinatas are in a delicate balance and all it takes for them to implode, or explode, is one good whack. it throws off their homeostasis and they bleed candy as a result.

I once had a conversation with two others revolving around butts becoming numb when sitting too long. This was even lampshaded by someone else.

I often commit this trope, since I like to think about things no one else does (that's a good mindset, right?)

Yeah, this troper does this all the time. He will frequently discuss things that have little correlation to the subject at hand in class, much to the frustration of some of his teachers. Especially his Biology teacher, who doesn't know the answer to some of his questions, like whether cloned goat meat tastes different than regular meat. They all get used to it eventually though, and the information he gets is both intruiging and the sheer strageness of them is good for a few laughs. Also, this troper and his brother will typically go into detail discussions about correct grammar, such as whether maded is a word, and story devices, such as whether sterotypes are good to start off a story with. Then again, that's more due to the fact that we both love to read and write than anything.

Me and a friend, both being Cloudcuckooolanders, are sometimes prone to this when chatting on MSN. Just now, we discussed Google Translate, and found out that instead of bad translations, it actually tells everyone's secrets.

This troper does this a lot because of his random nature. A question for you guys: Who would win between a Dalek and a Weeping Angel?

Also what if you see an Weeping Angel in the mirror?

Is killing a dead guy still killing?

Conversations with This Troper's lunchmates tends to be this, occasionally overlapping with BlackComedy, as with a recent conversation about the best way to dispose of a dead body in a body of water. (Personally, this troper recamended chopping the body up, putting it in a plastic garbage bag, adding some rocks, tying it up as tightly as possible, and throwing it into the middle of the ocean from a helicopter.

This troper and her brother, on a regular basis. We've discussed everything from zombie trees (don't ask me how that works: all I know is that they can be defeated using sporks) to TimeTravel. Once, a friend of ours lampshaded this as we chatted about what a cool pet a bluejay would be.