Well, you're the one who first started off with this entire proposition. You of all people should know that I take nothing as a joke, even if I laugh at it. Perpetual calculation and the same is as I do, and when one states something, it is infinately calculated until a reasonable answer can be derived. Being that you find this little off-shoot of the thread as a joke is of no concern to me. I view it as a both a personal attack on my beliefs and disrespect to the Lady. I'm not the only one to think this way, and as all has been said, it is ultimately, her decision. Ours is to guide and help, providing information without overt direction. You requested help, it has been given.
Yes, you can hunt me down (I live practically next door to you! How hard is it to kill the idiot down the lane?) , however I doubt anyone would join you. Your quote has been taken entirely out of context. You seem not to realize that a large portion of your life is indeed removed when you bare children. Aside from the myriad hilarious occupations I can think of, there's the fact that you must perpetually be at the ready to care for your child. Sure, you could hire a babysitter and consequentially have no emotional bond with your children, all in the vain hopes for personal success. Still, it is never easy to have children and a job, so I suggested she hold off on the former in order to pursue the latter (and personal fulfillment). Elsewise, everything becomes a myriad times more difficult (myriad is the wotd (word of the day)
).
I myself find it rather hilarious that in some recess of my mind I perceive events as such. She can be as angry as she is, for really the folly is in my own perception (perceptual reality- my own form of pseudo-psychology). Most likely, it is because she's mentioned so often upon this forum that it seems as though she has pervaded my life (aye, tis mildly disturbing of sorts). Similar to how I used to see people I've never seen before in real life (ie other folks online) based of an odd picture on a profile, despite the fact that they lived thousands of miles away, this is so. Further, if I'm the insane one, why does she nearly immediately move from her position in the back of the cafetorium to the front, directly behind me, each time I move there? It isn't as though she couldn't tell her friends to move or whatnot. A subtle hint as well, speak quietly, ma'am, for all the world can hear of your misadventures when you scream them. Sure, it is loud in the morning, however I'm trying to sleep/read my book, and I'd appreciate the comments of agreeablility to be kept down to where my ears cannot hear. Truely I am psychotic in some respect, and so it continues...
About invading your privacy. I see no way that the term Hallington refers to your proper name. As far as any are concerned, this name is derived from the fact that "a millenia ago, you were the great architects who build the first guildhall". Aside from that, you're the one posting pictures and making lewd, obscene comments about all your escapades. Further, people know my name (Earl Euradere), so what difference does it make if they can deduce yours? Granted, the power of the Matrix (some conspiracy theory that due to new search engines and how everything is going online, a person could instantly know your whole life better than you do) could deduce a myriad things from it. However, your IP that is listed on this site every time you post is of greater value than a simple name. Any idiot with the proper skills (not me) could hack this site and steal IPs and spoof addresses and create spam spontaneously using that IP address. Then, with the new CAN-SPAM act that may or may not be passed (we'll suppose it does), you could be incarcerated for losing your IP. Sure, you could plead someone stole it, but wouldn't the real spammers do the same thing? Just make sure you shower alone...
Censoring is important on the Internet. Without it, we are twice to 3 times more likely to speak out of context and offensively in the real world. If we don't police ourselves when no one else will, we open up a nice long chain of degrading social morals.
Also, I don't know her. I not not woman in any fashion (just ask her, I don't even have female friends, I'm such a failure!). So, do not presume that this is all because I know things about her or whatever fantasy you wish to fulfill in order to look like the great protector of people you eventually set up for failure. Aside from age and name, there is nothing else I know, and really we all have deduced this from
your own writings! . I know more about the folks on here than I know of you or your family. These are people who I only read about, never witnessing, never experiencing. In so far as all practicality goes, they could be robots or just one person that has infinate time to spend online and infinate typing skills. If it weren't for the fact that you assert that you are the biological creator of Cone, I could argue that you are perhaps an angry Cone who decides to skip classes every day just to write counter posts of little intrinsic value. Even knowing that, I could still argue otherwise, as there is no truth to the matter that any of us exist at all, perhaps we are all ficticious creations of Cone and myself. The only reason I assume Cone is real is because he once hit me over the head, which proves that either I'm very good at inventing people so real it hurts, or that Mr. Cone was angry with me for calling him an overachiever.
If you'd like me to stop calling you <title> Hallington, suggest a name, which I would still attach a title to (it is only fair, as one was taught to respect and admire the female form in the use of titles and manners. It is just the way that one is taught when brought up in such a traditionalistic family).
On a completely unrelated note: Lord Bloggington (
) is up and running. So, The Madam's suggestion that I start writing elsewhere can finally be realized. Using ideas from here, I shall suppliment them on Bloggington. This is to say that I will continue writing here, but only the bare essentials. Then, if more is needed to be said, I shall write a suppliment to the entry, first by rewriting the topic, quoting a few people, quoting my own basic response, then writing until my fingers bleed (which has happened before, so don't think that I'll stop just because I'm tired (no, it didn't happen, but I could see it happening)).
06-14-2007, 04:31 AM
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