One of the party-goers last night was a definite Mr. Yuk. So much so that his vibe seeped into my dreams in the form of nosy relatives. Impressions from childhood and adolescence are quite strong, it seems. This fellow pressed for conversational conflict, and executed accusatory questions. More tamely put, with each of his interactions, he "tried to get a rise out of someone." That phrase does not give his toxicity levels justice. If software could create images of his interaction patterns, they'd be bleak.