I've left the same comment ab0ut 20 times this evening on someone's blog. The person keeps deleting it, so I decided to go ahead and post it here so I'll get a chance to say my two cents. I do get that we all have the right to delete whatever we feel like from our blogs. It seems to me though that if we delete every comment which isn't gushing, fulsome validation of our views, we're falling into the trap of being worshippers of the echo chamber, of posting solely for the predictable reward of an endless repetition of fawning, treacly praise, whether that praise is deserved or not.
Anyway, below is the comment in question. It's on this blog. For the record, there have been numerous other comments deleted by this blogger tonight, by several different people. You'd think if he had any balls, he'd be able to deal with a little criticism, but testicular fortitude doesn't seem to be his strong point.
Hello Thoth. We haven't interacted for a while, so maybe you don't remember me. I remember you though. About a year ago you did a post titled "Difference Between Male and Female Infidelity." I, along with numerous other people, took you to task for the sweeping generalizations about gender in the post, and for some of the charming little snippets you'd written there such as:
"If you cheated on your man a long time ago but you managed to stay together, know this. If you ever catch him staring at you, he sees cum all over your face. Smile."
Smile indeed. The odd thing is that, though the post is still there, you seem to have gone through the thread and deleted a lot of the comments, including the ones I left. It's almost as if you were cleaning up a crime scene after the fact. I do remember that evening that, after the exchange of commentary on the post, you made it a point to follow several of the women OSers who you were displeased with to their blogs and leave shitty little comments; it was quite stalkerish really. Here's the one you left on my blog:
O my God,
I really did not think that you were such a bad writer.
You are just an idiot.
Thoth
APRIL 06, 2009 12:40 AM
To which I of course replied:
Why hello! It's the funny smirking cum-on-his-face man! How are you doing today you hilarious little narcissist?
Drew-Silla
APRIL 06, 2009 12:51 AM
Is any of this ringing a bell?
Well, anyway, I just wanted to say congratulations on rehabilitating yourself since those days, or more accurately, on fooling quite a few people into thinking you're something other than a misogynistic, creepy little fuckhead.
Oh, and "beautiful post, rated." Saying something like that is much easier than actually reading a post isn't it? How very supportive you must seem to a certain type of gullible OSer, the ones who don't notice that the majority of your comments are cardboard, cookie-cutter pablum.
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FRUSTRATING!!!
"I've read this post 3 times now and still have no idea what the fuck you are talking about."
"Cussing? I didn't cuss once in my comment Thoth, except for where I called you a misogynistic, creepy little fuckhead. I've seen you use far fouler language yourself, so your sudden onset of delicacy leaves me puzzled."
And JD, Natalie's a known subversive, so you'll have to search in the alternative press for that one. It's written by an Arab about the invasion of Lebanon by the Israelis in '82 and is thus obviously suspect.
On the other hand, Thoth proves that there are bad neighborhoods in OSland as well. That guy belongs with the spamsters harping their Nikes.
Nan's, rated twice, once for economy; the other time - I've gotta go.
Thanks, Drew, never a big fan of deleting when it curbs discussion, or its brother censorship, except when it comes to children.
I can't help feeling what we're dealing with is fear. Like there's an election looming, or something.
And Kim, I'd thank you as well, but you're as bad a down-under subversive as that Natalie woman:P
And Natalie, did you have any jelly on that sandwich? It's deLISHous!
And Jay, you know there's never any fun to be had by being good. PM me later if you wanna get a little icky;-)
Comments have been trimmed down and around Drew, leaving her like a lone loon on a rock.
I'm goin, back. It's not gonna be pretty, but there's bits of nan out there that need to be brung back.
If'n I don't catch y'all agin ... whoa I'm an Ozzie ! WTF ?
I'm f'n goin' back packin' and blazin' - We - no, that's not right either.
Chaps, ladies - I must leave you now. I may be a little while ...
' policemen handing in their badges,' - I can't go back - not for awhile, but I will.
These people need help. Now.
I lasted full three minutes. It's as if I was never there.
I don't need to paste or copy - it's all right here, waiting ...
I just wanted to come clean, I do like to be clean.
Anyway, I don't know what happened in the past.
What does one do when one is stuck in the middle?
I hate war. I hate having to write to the next's. What am I gonna say ?
Nan went out, drew went out, stellaa ... our best ( choke ) went out, and ( mffg ... ) did what they could - they're gone. Maybe. Maybe they're just sleeping ... yeah, that's what I'll write ...
Like they never even went.
Asshole stuck drew's head on a stick and left it for his vultures to pick at.
Doesn't seem to understand, doesn't get the reason we don't seem to like misogynistic fucked up scientological experiments involving little girls being sworn around or women treated like shit the way he seems to like it - adolescent rants and subtle subjugation - doesn't seem to grasp the finesse involved between discussion and abuse - between patronising and ridicule. Between an american and an embarrassment.
Sun's higher. Anzus holds. We gonna win - hell or high water.
This fool will eat his own. Never thought I could hate, this bad.
War does suck, when the enemy won't engage. What kind of coward won't engage ?
Hides behind " personal attacks " - you never seen such a level, civil bunch of correspondence - all neat and respectful, just asking for a little clarification, is all, about the difference between what he claims to stand for, and what he says, what he is. The hypocrisy.
the shame on every soul who rates his rant, unknowing or otherwise.
All of us can read. It's what we're doing here.
I'm sick. My C.O.'s standing in.
Been a long night.
We'll prevail. This rat's got a tail a mile long. Stand on it is all.
The nice home cooking locals at the diner are always a wonder to visit. You are never real sure if you could have had a date later after the great waitress gets off from serving deviled scrambled eggs with morel mushrooms.
Morels can be a Spring Purger.
I'll barf if I chew buttered morels.
The Place to eat is called Park & Dine.
The dinner is great for bad-sex education.
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I was deleted there earlier. What a nasty response.
My comment was deleted and What A Retort Nasty!
I got the deleted-commented that was deleted saved.
I am still bewoldered. The response I received was ?!
I never received such a unkind nasty retort. No Never.
I saying` a Western Maryland town named, Hancock?
That's where Ya can get great home cooked Potatoes!
I was cranky. I never read deleter people. They nasty.
People know I respect some Posters who? Stellaa etc.,
She's a delicious cook and considerate. Nourishment.
There was a New Post about 'kitchen maid goes Nymph.
I may try to get a morning sputtering if I read a Woman.
I just realized woman is one woman. Women is 2- Nymph.
I was told that by one woman in Sherardstown, W.V. True.
If I get deleted I giggle with a Irate Irk thunderclap Blaster.
I don't get 'blasted' and nasty, but I do sense Foul Bastard.
I am respectful, but like You, and for good reason ... Fun?
I am not saying `Folk should Bang Trash Cans. Toss over?
Do backflips. Summersaults. Roll up the grass geese hills?
I say`Be nice. Learn. Let Nasty Learn. Pelt with duck crap?
tease.
I enjoyed this cracky post. You write with female PMs and boondocks Viet`nam male Boo Kook. Duh Play Day okay.
Panic attack psychosis that you convey is male hormones.
You are so ejaculation Rated. Raw emotion, and male hi.
I tease. I love to poke a stupid comments. I am tryiny retain
American Barn Manure Association for Pro Bingo Party Day.
I feel like playing Bingo in NYC? I may go out to eat pancakes.
Waffles?
Gasping?
Heartache?
Great feisty.
I followed kim gamble.
I always follow Natalie.
Natalie like crust cut off.
You need to serve soup.
She eats Alpo dog chow.
Phew.
Drue-Silla. Behave. silly.
You are sooth behaving.
Soothing good troubles.
I sing.
The Farmer in a dell
a farmer see Stellaa
Drew-Silla, Heigh-ho
a farmer need no wife
gads
who nows anything
I no know play bingo
button stay stuck-0.
Not swimwear, not in Australia, anyway. More for drinks after work, that sort of thing.
Oh wait, I thought this was Thoth's post.
But, LEATHER Speedos?
Art; exactly!
Kim, Stellaa, the whole leather speedo thing does seem a little over the top. Who besides a cheap '70s porn star would wear such a thing, let alone admit it?
Speaking of cheap porn stars, you sicken me Montana, as always. Check your inbox please.
And Dorian, thanks for showing me the way to that gem. Here's some more of Thoth's scintillating prose from Woman's Sexual Semantics:
"When I reached the part of the story where my love and I were naked in bed kissing and touching—and not having intercourse—she started making noise.
"I heard her clitoris make a buzz or a rattle snake sound every time she parted her thighs. When she closed her legs I could still hear the muffled sounds of the little snake screaming. The sex I had that night was beyond description—a woman fully aroused is a rattle snake in a tornado. I will never forget the night I fucked a rattle snake.
She was breathing hard, and she started to touch herself (fully dressed), unintentionally. She touches her forehead, her upper arms, around and below her breasts, she presses with both hands on her lower abdomen, then back to her forehead. By now, tears are running down her cheeks, using mascara to write some poem; her eyes are glowing with sympathy, compassion and severe lust. From her body language I could tell there is a climax of some sort approaching. She started to part her thighs slightly and then put them back together and press with her hands on the lower abdomen, and then again and again—no she did not want to pee. Yet, I could "
and “I want to fuck your brains out,” is a woman’s saying, because women can do that. If you care about a woman or you just want to have sex, you must show her that you trust her. Open up, talk about your feelings and listen to hers. You do not have to hear yourself talking, just get those feelings out. When it comes to “feelings”, you can never even the odds. What you are trying to do here is to show her that you have an emotional side; that you have feelings and you are not afraid to show them; that you are a fucking human being. Do not fucking talk about your fucking job or money or car; even hookers, do not want to hear that. Finally, a great tip: match your clothes and learn to fucking dance…"
There you have it ladies and gentlemen. If only a man shows the courage, the vision, to match his clothes and learn to dance, he can fuck a rattlesnake in a tornado. Or something.
And speaking of class and dignity, how's the whole plagiarism and calling women skanky coochee whores thing working out for you?
And DH; it's all about the comments really.
I haven't seen the side of Thoth that you are describing. My feelings of admiration for him are based on our own personal relationship. That relationship will not be affected by whatever is being said here. I have not seen the sides being revealed here by some of the posters, yet a few are my favorites and their opinions, or comments, will not affect my relationships with them. Why is there such a desire to conjure up an audience to incite hate or disdain for another?
We are not all the same and God forbid we become boring enough of a world to be. When we are offended why do we find it easier to attack, or offend , another rather than walk away? It's not a battle field, no guns are drawn and no one will bleed by word fire.
Do we not have enough self-confidence or strength in ourselves that would prevent us from becomming riled over others words, thoughts or impressions? It's not a male issue and it's not a female issue. Both genders can be vindictive. It's a human issue but it's one that's controllable.
With that said, I hope you all find some peace, walk down your own paths and allow others to walk down theirs. Good luck to you all.
Why doesn't that surprise me? Still, enough people witnessed it that it's out there now, part of the Scanner legend, whether you think about it or not. And there are indeed lots of great people in OS; Thoth isn't one of them however. Sorry if that gets your knickers in a wad. People like you and the others who fawn over such specimens used to puzzle me, but no longer. At some point I realized that what motivates the herd behavior is a desperate desire for validation, along with an implied quid pro quo and a juvenile need to be in on the circle jerk du jour. Though it no longer puzzles me, it DOES leave me sick to my stomach.
Thanks again for the thoughtful comment.
I'm troubled though. I can't help but feel that, rather than doing a post wherein I was critical of someone, I should have maybe written something about kittens, or posted pictures of sad eyed clowns, or done a wonderful, wistful vignette about my childhood in a rural New England community.
Not.
I guess it just wasn't paying off.
Speedos were developed here in Sydney back in the twenties by one A. Macrae. whose business was in socks and such.
Originally wool /cotton, then later nylon, to my knowledge he never went near leather, or even leather-look rubber - that stuff is better left to the night, I'm thinking.
Our teams all compete in nylon.
Not.
Drew-Silla: You could always write some "poetry." That's sure to garner a bevy of "Excellent post, very moving: Rated." from the only-a-circle-jerk-will-do fanbots Thoth so loves.
As it turned out, only those critical of the blogger's morals, plus a few others before he realized they weren't what they appeared to be, got the treatment.
Some stayed up less than a minute - one, nine minutes.
None of the rent-crowd-were touched.
There were over forty to the contrary - eight remain, and five of those are piss-takes. All, with the exception of drew-silla's use of the word ' fuckhead,' were civil, reasonable comments.
The other adjectives, like creepy, or misogynistic, were if anything, restrained.
The likelier explanation is gamer's reflex.
You spend enough time in your bedroom, you develop certain skills.
R
"If Drew-Silla wants to use her blog to express her views about people who bug her, or to call a supericilious asshole a fucktard in comments, whatever the reason, who the fuck cares. It's her choice and she's using the technology afforded her in this venue. Big fucking deal."
Get over it fucktard.
Bonnie, thanks for reading. I've got to be honest here though; one of the few people in OS who bother me as much as Thoth is you.
And Donna; excellent comment, very moving. Rated:P
Your frustration has created a classic thread; I like your style.
"for pretending to be poets or writers, " is a jealous comment and brings me to my point- there are a number of very serious poets and writers here (don't worry, I'm not claimin') and I think when a serious writer posts fiction comments that are clearly in a certain tone, and I know it when I see it, or write it, are fair game for deletion.
My subjective view on non-fiction is (and I have had many, many deletions to my comments from the scared and weak) that only a pussy would ever delete ANYTHING on a thread except now I need another word to use than pussy, because I love pussy, and am trying to break the habit of including it in rants, derisive or otherwise.
Aloha Kakou
And Czar:
(chuckle)
~erp~
*pffssppffspftsssssshhhh*
whatever
absolutely.
even.if.it.isn't.the.healthiest.decision.
Amanda, thanks for the health tip. I'll print that out and tack it up on the wall above my computer.
Pissant is one of my favorites too Stellaa. My dad used to have an expression that ties into it: "skinnier than an ant's pecker." He used a lot of "quaint" expressions actually.
I read this last night and thought about it and now I am posting my opinion.
I don't understand why anybody would post something 20 times on another person's blog. Honestly, it seems a little bit unstable to me. I am not saying that you are. I don't know you at all. I am glad enough that you brought this topic up. I think it is interesting.
But you're kidding, right? I mean you didn't REALLY post a comment twenty times on someone else's blog did you? That seems really, really strange to me. But then, I don't take blogging very seriously. I don't consider it all that serious of a pass time. I guess some people do consider it very serious.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I think one of my comments was recently deleted from someone's post and I had some hurt feelings about it. I thought he really didn't understand my sense of humor and really must have thought badly of me or something. But you know, maybe it had absolutely nothing to do with me. I mean, I have never met the man. I have only visited his blog maybe 1/2 dozen times since I joined OS a few months ago. So, probably he thought nothing about me at all and just didn't like the comment and wanted to delete it for some reason.
It is possible that the comment didn't ACTUALLY post. But I had gone back to see what other people said about the particular post. I was curious about other people's opinions. I noticed the comment was gone, apparently deleted. And it sort of hurt my feelings.
It was Nick L's post about Easter Movies. I had said "Ben Hurr is a hottie." I sort of think he is but mostly I was just feeling silly that day. I think Nick might have taken offense or something.
My next reaction was: Oh Well. If Nick deleted that, he's probably a bit more uptight than I am. That's sort of funny.
Also, I had someone visit a post of mine and say horrible things about my politics. She accused me of all sorts of things that were not true and ranted and raved about some opinions I had shared. She actually, I think, made two long comments on the same post.
I did think about deleting those comments because they seemed really mean spirited and it was obvious she hadn't read my entire post because much of what I had said in the post contradicted things she had accused me of.
I left the posts there, though. I thought she actually had exposed herself for being hateful and sort of stupid -- at least in that instance.
So, I am pretty liberal about allowing comments on my own posts. I can't forsee the comment I would delete.
But I think every blogger should have the authority to delete comments as they see fit. We are essentially writers, editors and publishers of our information. How we manage it is up to us.
And you have every right to write whatever you want in your own blog -- and publish it to as many people as you want.
So, I just don't understand why this upsets you so much and why you would be so adamant about posting something 20 times on someone else's blog.
Seriously, it fascinates me that you would do this and that you would feel so intense about it.
Peace be with you.
Patty
And Stellaa, Czar seemed quite wounded didn't he. Who'd have thought he was such a sensitive fellow?
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1. The act of criticizing, especially adversely.
2. A critical comment or *judgment*. ((asterisks mine))
3.
a. The practice of analyzing, classifying, interpreting, or evaluating literary or other artistic works.
b. A critical article or essay; a critique.
c. The investigation of the origin and history of literary documents; textual criticism.
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The first two definitions concern unfavorable commentary, the others concern critique of a work. None of them concern criticism of the person, and yet that's often what happens when we set out to critique - we end up coloring the person who did the thing with our feelings about what they did.
Human nature unfortunately, we find it difficult to separate person from action. That tendency has become really noticeable in this online environment, where anonymity lends courage to those on the keyboard side of the screen. It's also pointed up a major human failing - that we assume, very often, that a person's actions *are* that person.
I've seen that proven wrong often enough to be cautious with my assumptions :). Which I shall do here : to me you and Thoth seem like oil and water, and like I do with RL people that I know like that, I can continue to read both of you when I find your topics of interest, and pay no mind to your inability to mix peaceably - I don't need the two of you together to enjoy you separately :).
As I've said elsewhere I've found bloggers to be an opinionated bunch, which is fine, especially on their own blogs where they're free to rant to their heart's desire and about whatever is on their minds.
As you're doing here :).
"I don't need the two of you together to enjoy you separately"
Exactly. I've seen people in OS, and other blog sites as well, go at each other like cats and dogs, and as often as not they're BOTH people who's writing I respect or at least enjoy, and their negative opinions of each other aren't going to change that for me. There are always those who'll say, after a dust up or disagreement of some kind, "why can't we all get along." I do understand why they'd wish that, but the conflicts don't bother me that much, and no amount of hand wringing is going to make them go away. Conflict is a natural consequence of human nature, and humans online are no exception to that. Obviously;-)
And Truth Quest; that's what I'm sayin!
Truth Quest; how, aside from location, do you distinguish the trash in a Wal Mart parking lot from the shit they sell inside?
"Drew-silly, Drew-silly, I'M not one, YOU are! Yeah, uh huh, look at me, please, please, react to my capering, I'm CLEVER dammit, I'll get the final word in, that'll show her, uh huh, yeah! RobSynGal, Drew-Silly, Drew-Silly!"
You need to come up with a new shtick sissy boy. I'm going to bed now, but feel free to prance and caper some more; that's why they call it Open Salon after all.
And Stellaa, that's fascinating. At last count, I've had nine comments from Czarina, but I guess what's good for the gander isn't for the goose. It's amusing she'd accuse me of being off MY meds....
I see that you've been naughty again though Drew, and now you've got a case of czarnorrhea. Have you tried penicillin?
And Czarina, regarding the sissy thing, what am I supposed to think when I see someone who's so delicate that being called a name leads them to days of whining, girlish little diatribes? Since your initial comment, you've tried to steer the conversation in all sorts of directions, looking for something that will stick, but the plain, sad truth is that you're such a nelly boy you can't get over having been called a fucktard. "Wa-a-a-a-a-ah!" pretty much sums up your commentary here, despite your best efforts to make it appear otherwise. And by all means, please come back and say "Nuh HUH, you are!" or something in that vein, you giant ponce.
Fascinating comment thread..
Thoth said that? It would appear that maybe he was cheated on at some point, and that HE was staring at the girl that he managed to stay together with and seeing CUM all over her face. Whether that was a good or bad thing is not really clear, is it? I mean, he was apparently smiling at that image.
The only thing I ever had against Thoth up to this point was reports of a particularly nasty as fuck PM that he sent to wsftc that possibly influenced her decision to totally delete her blog and quit participating here at OS. I would love to see a copy of that PM. I've heard that more than a few people have it. The reason that THAT is the ONLY thing is probably because I don't read Thoth.
Drew, you down wit' that?
and Drew, craze has a point. You are silly! Alter ego?
But pardon me fellas, I need to step outside for some air; all of a sudden this place smells like the locker room at the Y.
Whatever happened to SageMerlin's grand get-together of OS? There could be some good scenes there. No "carryin'" tho, I hope, cuz there could be fireworks after a few drinks...
Why don't we all trade names and avatars...could be fun. (I don't THINK I've been smoking anything, tho I had just-a-sip of coffee liqueur.)
God, I need another drink. Trouble is all I've got is coffee liqueur and some kind of uggy lemon gin (somebody left it behind).
And Emma, I'm not Trig; just compare our writing styles and you'll see it's true. Would it help if I admitted that I'm actually Gomez Xavier Stern, a retired longshoreman from Philly?
Drew-Silla, you are my hero. I love your way with words. I went to Thoth's blog and just the titles made my skin crawl. That's when I remembered all the times I saw his latest blog come up and think, "His titles sure sound stupid". Not really wanting to have any of his thoughts anywhere in my head, I've never read any and I won't be starting now.
Wish you hadn't just changed your picture and your name. Czar may have some kind of thing for you, but I really think it's jealousy. Just a guess after reading his comments.
I'm thinking that I need to use the word fuck more often in my rants. Maybe I'll start some fun like this!
Leslie, actually I think the change of face is actually quite fetching. I don't know about the change o' name tho.
Myriad - or should I say "Trig" - my head feels funny too. I think there's some unchewed coca leaf in this Peruvian mask thingy.
Too bad Emma! Good nighty!!!
And Trig, please stop being such a fucktard.
What was this blog about?
Myriad, you can change your name by going to your account and changing the name you used when you first signed in to whatever you want the new moniker to be, then going to your profile and switching from your screen name to the new, changed name. It's actually a lot easier than it sounds.
And Redstocking; I don't know who Dorian is, but I know that the posts he mentioned were there this afternoon. If they're gone now it's because they've been deleted this evening.
I seem to be stalking you. I am heartened by how seriously you have taken my big sisterly advice:)
All in that order.
Nothing else happened - maybe the groper smiled at me or something - I don't remember - what I do know is that things have changed here in 2 1/2 hours.
Either someone laced my snorkel or you people have replaced each other somehow.
Also what I know is I miss Emma, and I'm sick, I already was, of looking at that leery pink face.
The groper's smile was weird enough.
Laying down here, and trying to think about Donald Duck.
WE CAN'T BE SURE ANYBODY IS ANYBODY!
(The freakiest Saturday night party yet...)
And Plain, Gritty, I've taken part in some nice Saturday weirdness here, but yes; Freakiest. Ever. I think it's the after-effects from the cocaine mask.
Plain, I'm still waiting on that Percocet. I thought you were a doctor!
I had something to say about miscegenation with fish, but it's too revolting even for this comment thread (tho it had a back reference to a Scanner post). Let me just say, instead, that fish are okay, but with LOBSTERS or SHRIMP or other non-finned sea creatures, now THAT's blasphemy.
If I were Scanner, I would change my name and then who would she be talking about? Remember, once you change your screen name, everything changes. I would pick something like Flaubert or Stendahl or Turgenev--something snooty.
And Turgenev was a blatant fucktard.
Now where's the ping-pong table? I'm feel like bending over.
And Ablonde, I'm still hoping that Kim will come back by and clarify his situation vis a vis this afternoon.
Nanatehay, until you change your mask, you won't be able to understand.
Turgenev, I have a message from Ozma, your parole officer. You need to change your name to Rupert Giles. He used to be Drew-Silla's lover.
This was a very sentimental with emotion.
Rated.
My Rated button don't ever want to unstuck.
Very cooperate post. You are very wonderful.
I wish I could buy you a red mule with slippers.
You write like you should go Repeat GED class.
You flunked kindergarten with me. I wear shoes.
I love horse shoes with high heel staccato clunks.
Heels sounds make me wish to play bongo drums.
I think drums should be banged. Wild turkey wings.
Chicken wings make me sin-song. I stand up to clap.
mean`The Messiah Chorus gets wild @ Hallelujah!
How did you draw over 200 comments? Kiss Troth?
It's hard to remain seated. Sit in a pew? Pew is sits.
I read that if you go to pew you just sit? Sit in pew.
Well. I am happy this Battle of a Bulge? Pew O sit.
Artistic citizens pat Ya fanny. Feed You great grits.
You deserve fresh organic red beets, lettuce green,
and red kale.
Simmer H2O.
Steep and sip.
Gulp Kale H2O.
It's a pot liquor.
Sip kale waters.
Rated for Meow.
Ya fun ferocious.
I's Still Confused.
Except that it smiles.
But today ( sunday here ) it's looking like just about anything could happen. A lot of it already has, on this thread.
I'm not going to tell any of you in america what's going to happen tomorrow morning, because that would be unfair, and cruel.
But I will say this : volcanoes in iceland - not funny.
Smiling gropers - real.
So who's your candidate?
Um, well I kinda thot Scanner... But the comments are kinda CC-lame... Silly's URL is no give-away since it's a whole new account...
Owell, I think I'll go to bed and check in first thing tomorrow morning to assess the damage...
What did they think I was ? What did they want from me ? I was in my faux-leather speedos - it was obvious I had no money.
these things have been happening all day, today. I already warned you about Sunday.
When a blue groper looks up at you and smiles : that's good news. Probably the best news you're going to get all day, unless your uncle finds a way to fly out of Prague, or until whatever they put in your snorkel wears off.
What about : " I swam into a collective noun for octopus ... " - writing, or what ?
Kim; thank you also my friend. Your comments are like little paintings sometimes, flashes of imagery transmitted across, what, 18 time zones and a universe away from this sad-ass continent. I value them highly.
Myriad; sleep well, and don't let the armadillos get into your radishes.
Art James; every comment from you is like a blessing, an epiphany. Thank you my friend!
Learning abc.
I spare detail.
Drew, etcetera ...
You made my eyes misty.
I can't sea the piano keys.
I almost spiel `octopussy.
No say that in bible class.
Mennonites say `O Gaud!
God's weary. No hug? Ah!
I wish I had eight eyeball!
I'd stay to look at You. O.
God's napping O mercies.
I hope no meteor strikes.
That really knock me silly.
You know I _ You mushy.
244 comments to now.
Emma's back, all is ok on os.
Thanks for having us - from g.b. and me, this has been my idea of good value.
http://open.salon.com/blog/outside_myself/2010/04/18/a_dust-up_gets_personal_-_and_i_wasnt_even_there_-_tears
-- Jimmy Durante
And Czarina says:
"there's other, more interesting things going on in my life. Or that....I'm working"
Why, what a UNIQUE situation that is! And yet here you are commenting 0n this post for the, what, tenth or twelfth time?
Then she goes on to say:
"I have never name-called within public comments anywhere in my 4 months on OS, but violated my own self-restraint policy above in calling whoever-the-hell-the-avatar-of-the-moment-was an "asshole". I can honestly say I'm not sorry for this first transgression.
First transgression; really? OK RobSynBoy. I call people names fairly often myself, but I at least admit it. Not to put too fine a point on it, you're obviously a fucking liar.
Anyway, I've wasted enough breath on you. Have fun at your Girl Scout meeting.
Gomez X. Stern
Regarding the site of our duel, I was referring to midway between Philly and whatever shithole burg in Jersey you hail from.
JLee; why doesn't that surprise me?
Rita, Czarina won't be able to make it I'm afraid; s/he's got a Girl Scout meeting.
Any further remarks from anyone does no good and only prolongs and intensifies the nastiness.
How about we all eat shit (if it's good enough for Mozart...) and then blog & comment about other things...spring flowers, for instance. I'm uploading a lot of pictures from my garden. And remember, if properly utilized, shit produces beauty... Let a thousand flowers bloom!
(And, yes, I did just post this on OSM's blog and am consciously doing so here also.)
What's a case going for nowadays (wholesale)?
And I'm with Larry; put me down for a half dozen boxes of Thin Mints.
As for infidelity, men and women cheat fo the same reasons. They're greedy, selfish, disloyal assholes.
What was this post about again?
Oh yeah, Thoth. I've got an anecdote about him I'd like to relate.
We used to have a blogger on OS called WillSomeoneFeedTheCat. She's a respected, successful journalist in Canada, and joined OS last year because she liked what she saw going on here. Despite that her career and family didn't leave a lot of time for blogging, she devoted quite a bit of her spare time to looking for good writing, whether from new OSers or people who'd been around a while but who'd been overlooked by the TPTB. A lot of good writing goes unnoticed here, always has and always will, and there have been other people who've tried to promote new writers and overlooked posts, CriticalMess and Cartouche among others. During the period I'm discussing though, Cat had generously taken that work upon herself, and she was doing a great job of it. She did a weekly wrap-up each Friday which featured descriptions of and links to posts from all sorts of people, including from many new OSers. It was something to look forward to each week; tiaras were awarded, good writing was promoted, and fun was had by all. It went a long way towards promoting a stronger sense of community in this nuthouse, and was a good thing however you look at it.
A while back though, Cat had the temerity to make some comments of a critical nature on a post by a friend of Thoth's. I've read the post in question, and it seems to me that the criticism was justified, though she was at no time mean about it. She simply expressed her views, as did many people on both sides of the issues. Thoth was so affronted by this - and I'm guessing by the fact that he had never won a tiara from Cat - that he turned it into a personal vendetta, just kept picking at it. Weeks after all this had occurred, he came to my blog and said, among other things, that Cat is a "fucking pedophile." Drew will call me a pussy I'm sure, but I deleted the comment immediately; it was a vicious, unprovoked attack on a person who'd done as much to make OS a better place as anyone I've yet seen, and I didn't want it on my blog.
Long story short, Cat left OS. She didn't want the grief anymore, and I can't say as I blame her. Thoth's still here though, writing what amounts to gibberish and getting slobbered on by people who should know better. As far as I'm concerned, OS isn't as good a place as it used to be, and that's at least in part due to the rise of phonies like Thoth and the departure of Cat and people like her, good people and solid writers who no longer want to be associated with the asinine shit that goes on here.
nanatehay just lied.
CAT NEVER posted a comment on any of my posts. To say that she did IS A BIG LIE.
That makes nanatehay a LIAR.
CAT led a vicious campaign to bring down Big Fat Trauma Queen's post:
http://open.salon.com/blog/big_fat_trauma_queen/2010/02/20/my_baby_started_her_period/comment.
I defended BFTQ, and her post stayed on. Her second post after that got 107 ratings despite all the efforts of nanatehay, CAT, and others.
CAT viciously attacked all those who get high ratings on her last post, and I responded appropriately. nanatehay deleted my comment and now posted two words out of context
If there were any PMs sent it was from CAT to me.
YOU ARE A LIAR nantehay. You are caught in a big fat lie.
And what "efforts" are you claiming I made regarding BFTQ? You attribute your own shitty personality traits to others Thoth, but then that's always the way with punk bitches like you.
Sorry to Hijack ...
Speaking of lies th0ugh, are you really a doctor? I ask because you just don't seem bright enough to be one. You do have a certain reptilian cunning, but you seem distinctly subpar IQ-wise.
Wouldn't a minion like you love to know. Wrong question, bitch; the question a thing like you should be asking is if I am just a Medical PhD or an F.R.C.S. or may be, just may be, both. Say hi to my other bitch, the thief.
Um, er, if you're referring to the five minutes or less when I used your avatar in the course of the avatar/ID-switching games here Saturday night, nobody on the thread would have thought for an instant that it was you...it was obviously part of the tomfoolery and it had my screen-name attached and the URL would show it was from my account. N'less, I should have kept my avatar-switching within the ranks of the people playing and I apologize for the misuse of your face.
(Perhaps also I should add: When I inquired in a PM about your background, you told me that you were a doctor and, thinking this was neutral-t0-positive info, mentioned it to Drew backstage. If I shouldn't have mentioned it, given that it's your info to divulge or not, I apologize for that too.)
~group hug~
Whirled peas and hominy forever!
You know, I don't even want to read that blog entry...sounds like something I wouldn't like already.
"Awwwwk! Gibberish! Awwwwk!"
Polly wanna cracker, eh Silly?
Oh and "I loved this work, it was pretty, etc..etc.." *lifts up cookie cutter*
If people want to rip on someone, they should do it as a legitimate pseudonym, not some cheap knock off.
I don't delete comments so I'll leave that f*cktard on there, but I'll ignore it from now on.
Well there goes fucking ANZUS - not that you looked like you needed any help, the rabbit ran, etc., but you might let a person know, is all I'm saying.
I would have loved the chance of a one-on-one with a revolting egyptian god.
Look, I want to amend something, or correct it or something : I didn't really mean to say ' revolying ' there. Words failed me. Probably the beer, whatever. What I meant to say was, ' cheap egyptian god.'
Thanks drew. Here's to it all round.
The comment stuck.
The blue line stops.
Downloads are slow.
This last effort failed.
So, O my, I went to my bog with you on my mind. You don't have to worry. I no delete Cats.
If Ya are ever married?
Wear pink windbreaker?
It might rain Cat & poodle?
Cat cook rice in splash puddle?
You get me so darn jabberwocky.
If Ya a 'kiss of death' chairwoman?
Who is the chairman in boxer briefs?
Drue-Silla is a provost at a Cat School.
That's a 'nice' and puff purr fit kindness.
You practice a rare form`lovingkindness.
I believe I understand a woman like you?
Is that really your mug-shot photograph?
No ever be chained-down and hitched up?
Serve 7- up at our imaginary first date, huh?
Burp and hop in the sack or be sad-married?
I vow to not jibber any Sunday Jabberwocky.
No you're not. You're just a jerk.
Drew, I see Pigman-Silly has been playing over here; he's been at my blog too. Who do you think it is?
The name is CrazeCsar not CrazyCsar.
I think you are an imposter pretending to be CrazeCsar pretending to be Drew -Silly, pretending to be Drew-Silla.
You are a total ass-hole.
Go back to your pigs and do not ( something ) with humans again.
Fuck, I think.
... you ignorant fucking retard my aim is to bring civility class and honor to american culture.
I think you are a big fat liar I don't need to answer questions about my being a doctor I am an artist and a philosopher and if in my spare time I choose to write about young women lusting after narcissists in leather underwear which I later admitted were rubber but the smell after a game is much the same, then obviously you're just jealous, or out of work.
Artist philosophers are never out of work. Sometimes doctors are, when they can't lay their hands on the actual paperwork.
But anyway, you people are mean. To someone who can hear deaf people and see blind people a mile away. You should be ashamed.
And please Padraig, only delete your poems if they're horrible;)