The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVIII: Free Speech and Boobies!!!!!

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Radiohead, this ancient wench can only dream to make you laugh, as you do me.

Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.

I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Somet things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.

(yikes, I feel as if there is an element of the entity, in my own posting style. aieeee)


Bring forth thee ancient wench. Let her come afore me, then I shall decide whether she shall chortle, or just choke in a puddle of things left unsaid.

Back, yes, in the time before. You could actually get real answers. I posted that as a plea, and a joke. I dont post anywhere political, let alone threads, especially now, but in the land of yore, I could ask a more direct question, and have it be answered by the person involved. So of course the joke is, I never expected an answer, let alone sensible, and it's already proven out.

And so I'm saddened by my own joke.
 
Radiohead, this ancient wench can only dream to make you laugh, as you do me.

Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.

I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Somet things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.

(yikes, I feel as if there is an element of the entity, in my own posting style. aieeee)

your's is entirely the most rational explanation of that quandry
i've ever read here...

most questions posed here are not binary;
and are (by design) fraught with layers and traps and aspects
that any honest, considered answer
must consider before...

and more disturbingly,
must be explained through with any answer offered...

more times than not,
the process
and the necessity to justify and defend a conclusion
(against oft-twisted contra-logic)

makes the act of providing said answer

more labour than the whole thing is actually worth....

and who, really...
has the energy to constantly dance on the heads
of consciously corkscrewed pins
hoping to preserve sincerity?

as to posh?

all depends on how you like your sunshine...
 
Aand you're back on iggy, Des.

Aglao might pick on me too, but at least she's entertaining.

God you're thick.
You're not even able to detect the differences.

You constantly try to attack my personna (you constantly try to invade my personal space).
Whereas their "insults" (calling me a retarded moron or a smelly paki and other lovelies) are just about the superficial veneer that they think they see. So water on a duck's back. Minus 1-2 creeps, of course.
And besides, calling each other moron is GB lingo for "Hi, how are you, nice weather".



As expected, Drama Llama's fake iggy is working fine.


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*shivers and shakes off the crawling up the spine*

I did not expect to get that glimmer of recognition.

I listened in on a discussion on voices utilized, when reading a book.
One participant said they avoided listening to the author/authoress's voice, because they preferred the voice chosen by their own subconscious.
 
He's awesome. His whole family is fantastic.

You know, around Mother's Day, the subject of moms came up with an acquaintance. I joked that I was an orphan at 44, and she was all condolences etc. But I told her (and I really felt) that is was no biggie - it's complicated, but I'm actually fine, got great friends and Manu and a very full and busy life. About half an hour after we parted, out of nowhere I dropped into this deep implacable sadness. It's like it hit me - I'll never see my mom or my dad ever again. Then I arrived home to a crap-ton of work and busyness, which totally lifted me up again. Forgot about it totally until right now.

I don't think of myself as someone who hides their feelings, buries their pain. I've always considered myself someone who deals with issues - personal and otherwise - logically and upfrontedly (not a word, I know). But I think maybe I do bury stuff, stuff it down, without even realizing I do it. And when very bad things happen (very rarely, I've been extremely lucky in this regard, knock on wood), there's a few tears and then I'm fine and stoic until weeks or months later - when something triggers it and BLAM it's like being hit by a car for 15 minutes or so. Then it's gone again.

I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything, because I'm not sure it's especially sympathetic. It's just weird. I'm weird. I dunno.

I go through similar feels over transitioned family and friends, myself. You're not weird, you're human. :rose:

also, if you don't mind me kissing your sexy, pale and possibly freckly, two-faced, subjective GB moderator ass,

http://gifrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Carl-Sagan-Youre-Awesome.gif

;)
 
He's awesome. His whole family is fantastic.

You know, around Mother's Day, the subject of moms came up with an acquaintance. I joked that I was an orphan at 44, and she was all condolences etc. But I told her (and I really felt) that is was no biggie - it's complicated, but I'm actually fine, got great friends and Manu and a very full and busy life. About half an hour after we parted, out of nowhere I dropped into this deep implacable sadness. It's like it hit me - I'll never see my mom or my dad ever again. Then I arrived home to a crap-ton of work and busyness, which totally lifted me up again. Forgot about it totally until right now.

I don't think of myself as someone who hides their feelings, buries their pain. I've always considered myself someone who deals with issues - personal and otherwise - logically and upfrontedly (not a word, I know). But I think maybe I do bury stuff, stuff it down, without even realizing I do it. And when very bad things happen (very rarely, I've been extremely lucky in this regard, knock on wood), there's a few tears and then I'm fine and stoic until weeks or months later - when something triggers it and BLAM it's like being hit by a car for 15 minutes or so. Then it's gone again.

I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything, because I'm not sure it's especially sympathetic. It's just weird. I'm weird. I dunno.


I totally understand this. I became an orphan at age 31. And that's ok for a myriad of reasons. I've blossomed since then and been able to live and to feel free.
But FFS, I am sitting here and drinking wine and crying off and on. Which is my least favorite thing to do.
 
I totally understand this. I became an orphan at age 31. And that's ok for a myriad of reasons. I've blossomed since then and been able to live and to feel free.
But FFS, I am sitting here and drinking wine and crying off and on. Which is my least favorite thing to do.

:(
Will reiterating you have sexiest av on Lit help?

Mum died when I was 19, very unexpectedly. My dad same when I was 31. My mum was the sweetest nicest person I ever knew. All my friends thought so too. My old man could do anything he puts his mind to.

Gees, now I'm wiping my eyes!
 
:(
Will reiterating you have sexiest av on Lit help?

Mum died when I was 19, very unexpectedly. My dad same when I was 31. My mum was the sweetest nicest person I ever knew. All my friends thought so too. My old man could do anything he puts his mind to.

Gees, now I'm wiping my eyes!

FFS. We obviously need to have some group sex to work this shit out.

*And feel free to reiterate anytime you want*
 
I listened in on a discussion on voices utilized, when reading a book. One participant said they avoided listening to the author/authoress's voice, because they preferred the voice chosen by their own subconscious.

Blind people generally preferred Stephen Fry over the yank for Harry Potter. Me, you couldnt pay me to read it.
 
You keep and keep asking me why I'm so privy about my personal info, Des.

Very simple:
I don't trust you guys, and I wouldn't put it beneath a few of you to compile my personal details in order to do some damage to my real life. As you would with other posters that you can't stand.


Just an example:
With great reluctance I revealed some personal info and I even posted 5 pictures in order to get you all off my back with the "female impersonator" nonsense, and especially to stop Emerson's creepy harassment.

But did the harassment about the female impersonator thing stop after that?
Nooo, of course not.
It got even worse, in fact, because it only provided more amunition to the likes of Emerson (ie the "female impersonator" is dishevelled and so on, and shaming attempts by reposting my private pics. in conjunction with pornish comments).
 
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Pie! Apple preferably.

Jack Kerouac said you can live on black coffee and apple pie. I see no reason to doubt him. Or at least life would not be worth living without black coffee and apple pie.

Milk and chocolate cake can destroy any bad feelings.
 
You keep and keep asking me why I'm so privy about my personal info, Des.

Very simple:
I don't trust you guys, and I wouldn't put it beneath a few of you to compile my personal details in order to do some damage to my real life. As you would with other posters that you can't stand.

Like your good friends Lance and Ishtard?
 
Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.

I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Some things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.

I understand you perfectly, I live on the other half of the planet, and the few times I've been 'political' and I havent answered, the has been wins declared... cause 4am is never an answer. Its only lunchtime where they are how dare you not answer... and that doesnt include thinking about a decent answer. If someone cares about the answer, you know what, they'll see it a day or two later, and wont declare a win by default... they may still argue, but they are at least respecting you to A)Give an answer, and B)Acknowledge your response.

B, I'm probably terrible at, just cause I want to know. and then I'll go looking. Sean, in regards to music up in his old neck of the woods per example.

And I should add, you and I should talk a lot more often, and pointing eachother towards good shit.
 
Like your good friends Lance and Ishtard?

1.What possible connection dooes that have to do with what I'm saying?

2.But anyway:
Did you see me cheerlead or enable any such behaviors?
Of course not. In fact I even told them off a few times if I didn't like something.
 
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