Divine Retribution
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Stan Shannon wrote:
Call me strange, but I am pretty sure these[^] guys are not in the mood for a converstation...
sure they are, they just need to meet with Magic and have him blame the Bush administration 27 times (without looking back mind you) in a stern manner for them to realize that they really need to redirect their efforts to some humanitarian goal like, I don't know, maybe raising pigs to cure world hunger.
Mike - typical white guy. The USA does have universal healthcare, but you have to pay for it. D'oh. Thomas Mann - "Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil." The NYT - my leftist brochure. Calling an illegal alien an “undocumented immigrant” is like calling a drug dealer an “unlicensed pharmacist”. God doesn't believe in atheists, therefore they don't exist.
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Oakman wrote:
On the other hand, I predict that, in the future, Troy will continue to make post after post in order to bring down the vituperation of the community on his head. His neurosis forces him to seek attention in a pathological way. :rolleyes:
And I "predict" that DryRot will constantly seek further opportunities to use my Christian name, or to imply that he knows where I live, and thereby to imply that there is something between us. :laugh:
Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin
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People ARE strange. Especially when you're a stranger.
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Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin
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Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin
Oakman wrote:
Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
I'm concerned for you, dud ... I mean, Dewd. Can't you see the self-destructive nature of this unhealthy obsession you have for me? Sure, you know my address (which isn't at all the same thing as knowing where I live) -- you write me almost daily, and I always throw it in the trash, unopened. Sure, you know my email address -- you email me dozens of times each day, and I have them auto-routed to the junkmail folder. Sure, you know my phone number -- you call me constantly, day and night, and I *never* speak to you, but always hang up. But the obsession really has to stop. Now, sure, you probably don't yet actually know where I live, but I have no doubt that you're obsessively trying to find out. And, I further expect that should you ever find out you'll be on the next Greyhound ... well, as soon as you can turn enough tricks (*) to pay for the fare ... and when you show up on my doorstep, I'll have to shoot you and bury you out in the woods 'round to the back. It will be so sad; yet, who but one or two of your regulars will ever know that you've gone missing? (*) Two-bits a go doesn't go as far as it used to, it seems. But, seemingly, having a fistfull of quarters *is* a good gauge of one's popularity.
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Oakman wrote:
Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
I'm concerned for you, dud ... I mean, Dewd. Can't you see the self-destructive nature of this unhealthy obsession you have for me? Sure, you know my address (which isn't at all the same thing as knowing where I live) -- you write me almost daily, and I always throw it in the trash, unopened. Sure, you know my email address -- you email me dozens of times each day, and I have them auto-routed to the junkmail folder. Sure, you know my phone number -- you call me constantly, day and night, and I *never* speak to you, but always hang up. But the obsession really has to stop. Now, sure, you probably don't yet actually know where I live, but I have no doubt that you're obsessively trying to find out. And, I further expect that should you ever find out you'll be on the next Greyhound ... well, as soon as you can turn enough tricks (*) to pay for the fare ... and when you show up on my doorstep, I'll have to shoot you and bury you out in the woods 'round to the back. It will be so sad; yet, who but one or two of your regulars will ever know that you've gone missing? (*) Two-bits a go doesn't go as far as it used to, it seems. But, seemingly, having a fistfull of quarters *is* a good gauge of one's popularity.
Ilíon wrote:
Sure, you know my address (which isn't at all the same thing as knowing where I live) -- you write me almost daily, and I always throw it in the trash, unopened. Sure, you know my email address -- you email me dozens of times each day, and I have them auto-routed to the junkmail folder. Sure, you know my phone number -- you call me constantly, day and night, and I *never* speak to you, but always hang up.
OK, that's really creepy.
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Ilíon wrote:
Sure, you know my address (which isn't at all the same thing as knowing where I live) -- you write me almost daily, and I always throw it in the trash, unopened. Sure, you know my email address -- you email me dozens of times each day, and I have them auto-routed to the junkmail folder. Sure, you know my phone number -- you call me constantly, day and night, and I *never* speak to you, but always hang up.
OK, that's really creepy.
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
OK, that's really creepy.
Yes, it is[^], isn't it?
Couldn't you get, like, a restraining order or something?
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Couldn't you get, like, a restraining order or something?
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Couldn't you get, like, a restraining order or something?
Oh! LOL Two things: 1) Restraining orders are worthless -- a restraining order is just a legal admission that someone will be dead soon. 2) I'm just playing with the stupid (*) -- and creepy -- things ol' DryRot has said and insinuated. He wants everyone (and me!) to know that he's been sleuthing me out. Fine ... that does, after all, simply publicly confirm that he has a really odd fixation on me. Now, I do get some odd phone calls from time to time, but I don't actually know that they're from him. edit: (*) You might recall that from time to time I will point out that certain persons who like to pound their chests about how much more intelligent than I they are so frequently fail to think ahead to the probable use to which I will put their "insults" or (as in this instance) "threats."
modified on Friday, May 22, 2009 11:49 AM
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Couldn't you get, like, a restraining order or something?
Oh! LOL Two things: 1) Restraining orders are worthless -- a restraining order is just a legal admission that someone will be dead soon. 2) I'm just playing with the stupid (*) -- and creepy -- things ol' DryRot has said and insinuated. He wants everyone (and me!) to know that he's been sleuthing me out. Fine ... that does, after all, simply publicly confirm that he has a really odd fixation on me. Now, I do get some odd phone calls from time to time, but I don't actually know that they're from him. edit: (*) You might recall that from time to time I will point out that certain persons who like to pound their chests about how much more intelligent than I they are so frequently fail to think ahead to the probable use to which I will put their "insults" or (as in this instance) "threats."
modified on Friday, May 22, 2009 11:49 AM
Ilíon wrote:
LOL
Gah! X| I hate internet speak! :mad:
Ilíon wrote:
- Restraining orders are worthless -- a restraining order is just a legal admission that someone will be dead soon.
That's a, um, creative thing for the legal system to have come up with then. ;P
Ilíon wrote:
- I'm just playing with the stupid -- and creepy -- things ol' DryRot has said and insinuated.
I see...
Ilíon wrote:
DryRot
You DO know that that has no capacity to insult someone...right?
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Ilíon wrote:
LOL
Gah! X| I hate internet speak! :mad:
Ilíon wrote:
- Restraining orders are worthless -- a restraining order is just a legal admission that someone will be dead soon.
That's a, um, creative thing for the legal system to have come up with then. ;P
Ilíon wrote:
- I'm just playing with the stupid -- and creepy -- things ol' DryRot has said and insinuated.
I see...
Ilíon wrote:
DryRot
You DO know that that has no capacity to insult someone...right?
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Gah! X| I hate internet speak! :mad:
SO *do* I; but sometimes it's useful.
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
You DO know that that has no capacity to insult someone...right?
You seem to imagine that I'm operating from the same playbook as you all. What next? Will it be revealed that L'il Splinter and his Merry Band of Pricks imagines that I go running in terror when they droolingly write my Christian name?
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Gah! X| I hate internet speak! :mad:
SO *do* I; but sometimes it's useful.
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
You DO know that that has no capacity to insult someone...right?
You seem to imagine that I'm operating from the same playbook as you all. What next? Will it be revealed that L'il Splinter and his Merry Band of Pricks imagines that I go running in terror when they droolingly write my Christian name?
Ilíon wrote:
SO *do* I; but sometimes it's useful.
I dunno about that. Maaaaaybe...
Ilíon wrote:
You seem to imagine that I'm operating from the same playbook as you all.
OK, whatever. Just don't expect it to hurt or humiliate him in any way. Insults are only insulting if the insultee either knows or suspects it to be true, and is ashamed of it. Calling someone a fungal disease of plants is hardly likely to elicit a response.
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Ilíon wrote:
SO *do* I; but sometimes it's useful.
I dunno about that. Maaaaaybe...
Ilíon wrote:
You seem to imagine that I'm operating from the same playbook as you all.
OK, whatever. Just don't expect it to hurt or humiliate him in any way. Insults are only insulting if the insultee either knows or suspects it to be true, and is ashamed of it. Calling someone a fungal disease of plants is hardly likely to elicit a response.
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Calling someone a fungal disease of plants is hardly likely to elicit a response.
And drooling over my Christian name is? Oh! Boo-hoo! Mommy! They're calling me 'Troy!' This apparent need that certain persons have to let me know that they know my name is certainly freaky and creepy. But insulting? Scary? Clearly, you don't get it. The silly nicknames I sometimes use are meant to simultaneously say something about the express character of the other *and* relate to his chosen screenname. Sadly, in your case, the second has to drop by the wayside: I guess I'm just not witty enough to get a good nickname out of "Ravel H. Joyce" which also expresses something about your character. I *might* pun "Ravel" to "Unraveled" or "Unraveling," and that *might* express a certain truth; but if so, it would be cruel to do that.
modified on Friday, May 22, 2009 12:16 PM
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Calling someone a fungal disease of plants is hardly likely to elicit a response.
And drooling over my Christian name is? Oh! Boo-hoo! Mommy! They're calling me 'Troy!' This apparent need that certain persons have to let me know that they know my name is certainly freaky and creepy. But insulting? Scary? Clearly, you don't get it. The silly nicknames I sometimes use are meant to simultaneously say something about the express character of the other *and* relate to his chosen screenname. Sadly, in your case, the second has to drop by the wayside: I guess I'm just not witty enough to get a good nickname out of "Ravel H. Joyce" which also expresses something about your character. I *might* pun "Ravel" to "Unraveled" or "Unraveling," and that *might* express a certain truth; but if so, it would be cruel to do that.
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Ilíon wrote:
This apparent need that certain persons have to let me know that they know my name it certainly freaky and creepy.
Well there's your answer. It's fun because you don't like it.
Ilíon wrote:
Clearly, you don't get it. The silly nicknames I sometimes use are meant to simultaneously say something about the express character of the other *and* relate to his chosen screenname.
Are they now? Then why did you choose "L'il Twit" for me instead of "Master"?
Ilíon wrote:
I guess I'm just not witty enough to get a good nickname out of "Ravel H. Joyce" which also expresses something about your character.
I got nuthin'.
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Ilíon wrote:
This apparent need that certain persons have to let me know that they know my name it certainly freaky and creepy.
Well there's your answer. It's fun because you don't like it.
Ilíon wrote:
Clearly, you don't get it. The silly nicknames I sometimes use are meant to simultaneously say something about the express character of the other *and* relate to his chosen screenname.
Are they now? Then why did you choose "L'il Twit" for me instead of "Master"?
Ilíon wrote:
I guess I'm just not witty enough to get a good nickname out of "Ravel H. Joyce" which also expresses something about your character.
I got nuthin'.
Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Then why did you choose "L'il Twit" for me instead of "Master"?
If you knew as much as you'd like to think you know, you'd understand that "Master" frequently means "Little Twit." Also, apparently I was in the process of answering[^] the question even as you were writing it.
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Then why did you choose "L'il Twit" for me instead of "Master"?
If you knew as much as you'd like to think you know, you'd understand that "Master" frequently means "Little Twit." Also, apparently I was in the process of answering[^] the question even as you were writing it.
Ilíon wrote:
If you knew as much as you'd like to think you know, you'd understand that "Master" frequently means "Little Twit."
Oh, it doesn't have to be Master - it could be 'Chief', or 'Captain'.
Ilíon wrote:
Also, apparently I was in the process of answering[^] the question even as you were writing it.
If you want something to be addressed, it'd be better if you put it in the first time around.
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Ilíon wrote:
If you knew as much as you'd like to think you know, you'd understand that "Master" frequently means "Little Twit."
Oh, it doesn't have to be Master - it could be 'Chief', or 'Captain'.
Ilíon wrote:
Also, apparently I was in the process of answering[^] the question even as you were writing it.
If you want something to be addressed, it'd be better if you put it in the first time around.
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Oakman wrote:
Troy, I know where you live, what your phone number is, and what your email is - unless you changed them at the same time you took down that pathetic excuse for a personal website after I published its URL. However, there is nothing between us except mutual disdain. I just have access to records not available to you. You can add that to your list of why you resent me - along with I'm smarter, richer, more talented, better educated, better liked, and better looking than you. Oh, I forgot to mention - I am not a coward as you are, either. You never did explain why you could be such a dickhead as to teach your little brother to hide in the sewers rather than confront your enemies. Do tell us - inquiring minds want to know. . .
I'm concerned for you, dud ... I mean, Dewd. Can't you see the self-destructive nature of this unhealthy obsession you have for me? Sure, you know my address (which isn't at all the same thing as knowing where I live) -- you write me almost daily, and I always throw it in the trash, unopened. Sure, you know my email address -- you email me dozens of times each day, and I have them auto-routed to the junkmail folder. Sure, you know my phone number -- you call me constantly, day and night, and I *never* speak to you, but always hang up. But the obsession really has to stop. Now, sure, you probably don't yet actually know where I live, but I have no doubt that you're obsessively trying to find out. And, I further expect that should you ever find out you'll be on the next Greyhound ... well, as soon as you can turn enough tricks (*) to pay for the fare ... and when you show up on my doorstep, I'll have to shoot you and bury you out in the woods 'round to the back. It will be so sad; yet, who but one or two of your regulars will ever know that you've gone missing? (*) Two-bits a go doesn't go as far as it used to, it seems. But, seemingly, having a fistfull of quarters *is* a good gauge of one's popularity.
If your fantasies weren't so creepy, I'd laugh.
Ilíon wrote:
I'll have to shoot you and bury you out in the woods 'round to the back
Something you should know: Guns make a loud noise. They might scare you. Make you run and hide in the sewer.
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin
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Ravel H. Joyce wrote:
Couldn't you get, like, a restraining order or something?
Oh! LOL Two things: 1) Restraining orders are worthless -- a restraining order is just a legal admission that someone will be dead soon. 2) I'm just playing with the stupid (*) -- and creepy -- things ol' DryRot has said and insinuated. He wants everyone (and me!) to know that he's been sleuthing me out. Fine ... that does, after all, simply publicly confirm that he has a really odd fixation on me. Now, I do get some odd phone calls from time to time, but I don't actually know that they're from him. edit: (*) You might recall that from time to time I will point out that certain persons who like to pound their chests about how much more intelligent than I they are so frequently fail to think ahead to the probable use to which I will put their "insults" or (as in this instance) "threats."
modified on Friday, May 22, 2009 11:49 AM
Ilíon wrote:
so frequently fail to think ahead to the probable use to which I will put their "insults" or (as in this instance) "threats
Only threat I've read is yours to shoot me. I would hardly be dumb enough to threaten anyone in a public forum.
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin
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If your fantasies weren't so creepy, I'd laugh.
Ilíon wrote:
I'll have to shoot you and bury you out in the woods 'round to the back
Something you should know: Guns make a loud noise. They might scare you. Make you run and hide in the sewer.
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface Both democrats and republicans are playing for the same team and it's not us. - Chris Austin