Indeed. No change from the former condition of rather deluded and miss-firing arguments.
Hilarious really.
Oh well, I’ll leave ‘em to it…
EDIT: I wrote this two days after the last one - But I seem to have had it in limbo ’till now
Why it’s so thin and presses in, like a clamp, slowly increasing the pressure until the eyes water with puzzlement at the inner confusion, the dribbling hunched gimpy twerp didn’t say.
So, I will try to accept that the misaligned cerebral functions were being driven by will power into doing what they thought was ‘right,’ under the circumstances.
I may return to check on the patient.
But I expect little improvement.
There’s a demented howl going out… far into the misty gloom beneath the sunken moon.
Yes indeed, a new trip into the far flung void of weirdness and Transylvanian toothy gothery beckons.
We will prevail, and like the last of the hero’s and knights of legend, the tales they tell of these mighty days will cause men’s hearts to fill with pride, fair virgins to faint with delirium, and old men to fall over farting in overdose’s of mild and bitter.
More as the day nears…
It happened very quickly. At some crappy time in the U.S when I was deeply unconscious and far from the world of the, ‘living dead,’… the playground boards…
The whole kit caboodle was called off.
No real explanation, just a non-stop torrent of spin doktor swill, verbal chewings and spat out; ‘facts,’ ‘lies,’ conjecture… pig ignorance and unmoveable - set in stone - rigour.
That was the state of what had been billed by everyone, even half involved cynics as; ‘the greatest board war, in the history of the internet..’
…and I by god, I had a playing shirt on.
Yet when I put in an appearance it was stillborn. Deader than a sack of shrivelled eyeballs.
But then, like a gothic cloud of vampires and godless horrors - some good old boys made a, ‘freelance,’ off the cuff appearance, and bestowed their foul countenance upon us, at the home team. And after an ankle-smashing skid across the playing field they settled down - we were back in business.
And then, crazily - at some early point - in a surreal departure from the, ‘shits and giggles,’ philosophy so beloved by the writing maniac, all semblance of a ‘team,’ vaporised under an ill thought out smear campaign, that was as futile as it was unreadable. It made no sense, it was unfunny, it got on my tits. But it was ignorable.
The thing that wasn’t though was the nagging suspicion that I was being left out of something, some plan. Some bit of information about something… and combined with the complete absence of the guys who apparently were the go-getters, the mister fix-it’s, the town toughies.. well…what’s going on ..? eh..?
…and when you start thinking that kind of thing after only three days of quite happily kicking a willing human beach ball about, you know its only a matter of time before you want to bail out… retreat and mull things over.
Combined also with the very clear fact that you opponents seem to be more fun too. And possibly better mannered in real life.
So I said so long – and turned Tommy up to full volume….
Right behind you I see the millions
On you I see the glory.
From you I get opinions
From you I get the story…
All rights reserved - P. Townshend – The Who
It’s on the cards. And the clock is counting down.
I for one am looking forward to another insane round of jabbering chimps, bellowing cretins and mentally unbalanced knuckle draggers - yet again forcing their minds to not get distracted by bright floating spots of light, as they attempt to put the 26 letters of the alphabet into some sort of coherent and logical message board post.
But I am not optimistic about their chances.
Watching these fat lipped droolers attempt tie their own laces is enough to make me laugh out loud.
My favourite satellite has spiralled around in its glowing orbit, and is again bestowing its fine and gentle radiance upon my little village, and the scratched faces of its inhabitants.
It seems a lifetime since it was last sat, frozen and cold in the starless september sky.
But its returned to smile quietly and fatherly down on me as I ready myself for a whole new way of life. It watched me, in silent cratered patience, as I ran crazy and mad. Then I got lucky and slowed down to rational pace. And my old friend luna is here … full of ghostly light and yellow candled mystery
Hmm.. A quiet week after what was a most hellish, nerve jangled fortnight of lies, blathering, and outrageous bollocks, counter punches and down right rudeness.
But enough about my problems of communication. The internet is a scum-sucking bowl of weird poison that we drink from, like lost souls in a desert.
So when the invite came to get in a serious ball buster ~ I took it up like a fucking junky with the shakes, and was running two computers three word processing programs, four browsers and turning up the stereo full bore with Mike Oldfields Tubular Bells to drown out any doubt that I was in with the select of the select of the playground. And when we hit the ground like raping pagans, we rode like fuckin’ werewolves on Harley’s … towards oblivion and the new dawn.
We are awaiting the verdict of our peers.
I haven’t had this much fun since I ran amok like a fucking tool on a gothboard, and made a new friend from the far and deamlike distant shores of the Viking lair.
But that’s an irrelevance… where to blow in and chill for a bit now is my current concern.
And I have some good choices.
A collection of wittering semi-dumb comedians and screaming dolts, or a gathering of clubfooted mindless self-styled warmongers and internet hardmen. Or a pointlessly obsessive freakshow of Tolkienittes.
Fucked if I know.
Does it matter.. ? nope. But in somewhere I shall breeze, and make new and exciting friends, and we will all wallow in delirium, like stoned manikins.
Y’ have to be a desperate attention seeking pimp to endlessly post on these dumb things.
Once a week is more than enough… surely. Unless something so outrageously incredible occurs in your world, that the TV news are going to be beating down your door to get the scoop anyway.
So you may as well blather on then I suppose. You probably are a genuine star. A talent.
Not here tho.’ Too many foul rl conflicts to sort out for one thing. Plus, when I do have time to fritter away, I like to do it in style. With some chums… out there. On the boards.
My acquaintance Gerald H is wandering in the seas of weirdness - and his fixation with the special effects crew is a daily source of wonder and disbelief.
Lets see how far he goes…
I’m in two minds about filing this, but… I feel it’s a real issue. One that a few of us probably have had to deal with out there, on the net. I guess it means you’re in a select club. You’ve made some idiotic enemies…
Posting Real Life info..
I don’t get it. The point at which a presumably human brain, decides to post someone else’s RL info. For god’s sake .. It’s a infringement that’s condemned universally on forums, even on the playground, (flame community) boards.
You just don’t do it.
Here’s a good example of the type of rules and agreements from a pretty free flowing board, that is similar to almost any other board out there:
‘’THE POSTING OF ANOTHER MEMBER’S REAL LIFE INFORMATION IS PROHIBITED. The only person you can post real life information on is yourself. The fact that the information that you post of another party is available elsewhere (such as a whois search) will NOT be accepted as justification for revealing other members’ identities, without their consent. ‘’
It so simply and perfectly sums it all up. What more do you need..?
The phrase; ‘’The only person you can post real life information on is yourself.'’ …is the key here to understanding the total mental collapse and the shocking depth of public idiocy that a poster brings on themselves, by posting someone else’s info.
You have to wonder why… What the hell happened within the flow of the debate or the posts, what occurred in the messages that the guy - who like everyone else is posting behind a nickname, (so, he’s invisible.. he’s not revealing his RL status..) - had to resort to spreading confidential info that apparently a, ‘’friend..'’ gave him. Doesn’t this speak volumes about the kind of duplicitous, two faced scumbag, whose vile hypocrisy and abject repulsiveness is just simmering beneath the surface of pretence and fake rapport.
It just screams of utter untrustworthiness, and of an individual to be avoided.
I would imagine that this type of cretin must just not realise the abysmal depths of repellent loathing that they’ve sunk to, to go and whack up someone’s RL stuff on a message board. It’s also fairly conclusive proof that they have the personalities of poisonous toads but with less brains than a failed halfwit, they also reek of being nauseating uncouth social cripples, with no more self respect than a wino laying in a pool of his own waste. At least the wino can sober up, get a new start.. but these foul trolls are beyond redemption.
Lost, miserable souls who have nothing original to offer. They are purely futile.