Feels like I just put out the first one, but I have been gone for a couple months too. I’m partly apologizing for not being consistent or updating frequently. I’m probably only apologizing to myself because I’m probably the only one who wanted me to be a little more consistent - to the point of needing an apology, anyway. I do have a life outside this insane joyride…
However, I obligated myself to donate my avatar, said I’d be here if necessary. I wasn’t. I have no idea if you can use my avatar while I’m gone, or if that’s even ‘fun’ since I barely post in discussion, but my avatar and sig are always up for sale, whether I’m here or not. I will always come back, unless I die again. Mods are free to email me should they need to. I apologize to Redress and TGND if I reneged.
Before I left, as I mingled out there, even just a bit, and with some PM’s I’ve engaged in, even some RL peeps who have seen what you’ve seen, I was encountering things that I’d already belched into a Word document or three. Minor dilemma. Maybe some of you already can’t tell if I’m for real with all the subtle fun I have, maybe you’re interpreting things for what they aren’t…
Then I may say something in an entry that is ‘coincidentally’ very similar to a more personal previous thing, but I claim it was already written down…? Worse is, sometimes friendly’s do remind me of things I had already wanted to put on paper, but forgot until they did something very munchkin, or they even introduce me to a new form of Munchkinism that I hadn’t previously been aware of – even though I recognize all of it in myself…
I don’t want to compromise entries because I’m worried about insulting specific individuals, or stepping on toes with my over-the-top, balls to the walls, in your face Gong Show of a blog. I seem to be the only knob milking this… thing for everything it’s worth. But, I only make you up as I go along. Until I hit the ‘post now’ button, you’re just a figment of my imagination. It’s not my fault that I landed in this backyard, see? Now maybe you see why it hurts me more than it hurts you…
I can mess around with people I know in RL, but newer people, online… Basically, the ‘technique’ I fell into + a discussion forum for a neighbor = straining the limits between staying within the ‘don’t be a jerk’ rule, and wanting to slap the crap out of you when you hang out with that ‘Society’ jerk – just the worst influence on you. I swear, if I could put my head on your shoulders…
I’m not easy though, I make you work to catch those layers. You work to coax every rippling red sting. You want to be beaten, you deserve to be beaten. It’s a two way street though, for our own good, hating to love meeting this way…
I might be a little ‘shy’ about the writing, only because I know I’m being the biggest prick I know how, riding you, always on your ass about your least attractive traits. I also know when I’ve nailed it just as much as you do – which is pretty often, if we’re all honest here. Maybe out of left field, but sometimes, you could say it’s like sex… Anyway, I simply dislike showering you with my awesomeness when so much of it can simply be seen in the strength of my character, y’know? If I put a little work on those rough edges, you might even cross into my dimension, wouldn’t that be a treat?
You can’t see my red ears while we all flex and pet our own ego’s a little around here. I’m just good at that too. I mean, if I really wanted to describe how amazing I think I am, none of us could live through it. Why do you think I refrain from boning up on those old skillz? It’s because I’m humble. I do it for you, munchkins. The only nice guy in first place… I should really have a biographer writing these things, it’s a bit much coming from me, but now you know…
Those I’ve chatted/chat with in PM are likely to know that my blog is just my flog, I’m not lashing out at them, any self-inflation or deflation is just as it was before. It doesn’t matter how smart a munchkin we are – still munchkins. Same goes for friendly’s that brush by me in threads out there, or any friendly’s to develop – why I went public…
So, maybe you can see how I’m somehow managing to retreat a bit, but still extend my gracious finger in all three insinuations (four for the ladies, only cuz you already thought it was part of the three), while I tell you I’m milking this for everything I can, abusing the hell out of words and everything else including my ego… Damn, son…
That’s what I meant the other day, BTW, that I ‘manipulate’ everyday, someway. I can’t help it. It doesn’t mean I’m not genuine. I’m just impossibly (you decide), now forced to explain myself the best I can. Why do you think I’m so mad at you? That’s why I’m a prick about it, see? Or why so many of you think I’m a prick but keep coming back – even if you log off to do it. And besides, is it really manipulation to know you catch more flies with sugar than a swatgun? I’m just full of s**ar under it all, you know that… Keep it in mind as I bitch in future entries on even tougher subjects, like military, religion, and anything else sure to offend if I mince words about it…
This is my final attempt at clearing the air about this. Consider it an eternal group PM as well as an Address, S.W.A.K if you want. I hope you’ve learned that it’s only my farts that are sterile, munchkins. From here on in, I’m givin’ every inch of my love. And yes, I think I’m being crushed by the weight of my own genius sometimes. Don’t you?
I will be spending even less time than I was in the discussion forums. I gave it a whirl, but the flog is my first priority now. I’m largely going to be willfully ignorant. Let that be a lesson that I am immune to hypocrisy as well.
That will be all.
eace (I kissed those first)
However, I obligated myself to donate my avatar, said I’d be here if necessary. I wasn’t. I have no idea if you can use my avatar while I’m gone, or if that’s even ‘fun’ since I barely post in discussion, but my avatar and sig are always up for sale, whether I’m here or not. I will always come back, unless I die again. Mods are free to email me should they need to. I apologize to Redress and TGND if I reneged.
Before I left, as I mingled out there, even just a bit, and with some PM’s I’ve engaged in, even some RL peeps who have seen what you’ve seen, I was encountering things that I’d already belched into a Word document or three. Minor dilemma. Maybe some of you already can’t tell if I’m for real with all the subtle fun I have, maybe you’re interpreting things for what they aren’t…
Then I may say something in an entry that is ‘coincidentally’ very similar to a more personal previous thing, but I claim it was already written down…? Worse is, sometimes friendly’s do remind me of things I had already wanted to put on paper, but forgot until they did something very munchkin, or they even introduce me to a new form of Munchkinism that I hadn’t previously been aware of – even though I recognize all of it in myself…
I don’t want to compromise entries because I’m worried about insulting specific individuals, or stepping on toes with my over-the-top, balls to the walls, in your face Gong Show of a blog. I seem to be the only knob milking this… thing for everything it’s worth. But, I only make you up as I go along. Until I hit the ‘post now’ button, you’re just a figment of my imagination. It’s not my fault that I landed in this backyard, see? Now maybe you see why it hurts me more than it hurts you…
I can mess around with people I know in RL, but newer people, online… Basically, the ‘technique’ I fell into + a discussion forum for a neighbor = straining the limits between staying within the ‘don’t be a jerk’ rule, and wanting to slap the crap out of you when you hang out with that ‘Society’ jerk – just the worst influence on you. I swear, if I could put my head on your shoulders…
I’m not easy though, I make you work to catch those layers. You work to coax every rippling red sting. You want to be beaten, you deserve to be beaten. It’s a two way street though, for our own good, hating to love meeting this way…
I might be a little ‘shy’ about the writing, only because I know I’m being the biggest prick I know how, riding you, always on your ass about your least attractive traits. I also know when I’ve nailed it just as much as you do – which is pretty often, if we’re all honest here. Maybe out of left field, but sometimes, you could say it’s like sex… Anyway, I simply dislike showering you with my awesomeness when so much of it can simply be seen in the strength of my character, y’know? If I put a little work on those rough edges, you might even cross into my dimension, wouldn’t that be a treat?
You can’t see my red ears while we all flex and pet our own ego’s a little around here. I’m just good at that too. I mean, if I really wanted to describe how amazing I think I am, none of us could live through it. Why do you think I refrain from boning up on those old skillz? It’s because I’m humble. I do it for you, munchkins. The only nice guy in first place… I should really have a biographer writing these things, it’s a bit much coming from me, but now you know…
Those I’ve chatted/chat with in PM are likely to know that my blog is just my flog, I’m not lashing out at them, any self-inflation or deflation is just as it was before. It doesn’t matter how smart a munchkin we are – still munchkins. Same goes for friendly’s that brush by me in threads out there, or any friendly’s to develop – why I went public…
So, maybe you can see how I’m somehow managing to retreat a bit, but still extend my gracious finger in all three insinuations (four for the ladies, only cuz you already thought it was part of the three), while I tell you I’m milking this for everything I can, abusing the hell out of words and everything else including my ego… Damn, son…
That’s what I meant the other day, BTW, that I ‘manipulate’ everyday, someway. I can’t help it. It doesn’t mean I’m not genuine. I’m just impossibly (you decide), now forced to explain myself the best I can. Why do you think I’m so mad at you? That’s why I’m a prick about it, see? Or why so many of you think I’m a prick but keep coming back – even if you log off to do it. And besides, is it really manipulation to know you catch more flies with sugar than a swatgun? I’m just full of s**ar under it all, you know that… Keep it in mind as I bitch in future entries on even tougher subjects, like military, religion, and anything else sure to offend if I mince words about it…
This is my final attempt at clearing the air about this. Consider it an eternal group PM as well as an Address, S.W.A.K if you want. I hope you’ve learned that it’s only my farts that are sterile, munchkins. From here on in, I’m givin’ every inch of my love. And yes, I think I’m being crushed by the weight of my own genius sometimes. Don’t you?
I will be spending even less time than I was in the discussion forums. I gave it a whirl, but the flog is my first priority now. I’m largely going to be willfully ignorant. Let that be a lesson that I am immune to hypocrisy as well.
That will be all.
eace (I kissed those first)