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Post by realisticjim on Apr 29, 2009 20:00:23 GMT -5
It's over a year later for some of these threads I'm going to quote "for the lulz". A few months for others. I'm going to stir up alot of irritation involving the fact that I've posted so much later, but it only matters because of this:
You've all most likely awakened from your reveries of insanity.
If not, this will be like telling Catholics that Mary wasn't God.
Seriously, the most outrageous claims have been made on these posts. Who cares if it was long ago, I haven't stopped laughing yet.
Anything from: "Over and over you come across people (men mostly) arguing that women can't be as competent fighters as men. I think both my peronal experience as well as history shows that that is complete BS."
To: "My expertise lies in the area of martial arts, mainly the Japanese schools, however I have a fair amount of knowledge about all forms of hand to hand combat. I am also Duponts homeboy but that is another story."
And also: "I have 13 years studying the deadliest of martial arts!"
While these concepts which would bring about "epic lulz" to anyone with half a brain, I must sadly come to the conclusion that anonymous which inhabit random chan-/b/ boards would only respond with "tl;dr", or "too long, didn't read". So, you may rejoice in the fact that your insanity is more intelligent than a much larger populated internet community.
It is still: insanity. Delirium. You watched a movie. You gained delusions of grandeur and excitement about yourself and your potential. This is typical of the fantasies of youth or an entirely too overactive mind.
If you still suffer from these illusions, STOP right there.
Splash cold water upon yourself. If that doesn't work, take an extremely cold shower. Imagine the oxygen slowly returning to your brain. Because, truthfully, overimaginative brains are only trying to cope with the fact that they're oxygen-deprived. The further you enter into delirium, the further the edges of reality begin to bend and obscure, until finally you're crowing like Peter Pan because his tights are too restrictive, or smearing fecal matter all over the walls of your 9x10 padded cell.
You are not a "Cleric", you're not even a priest.
You never made the clergy.
You're not military.
Your daddy might be.
You might ask him questions so you can be the big man
(or woman) of the internet;
But you're not in any branch yourself.
You're especially not in "extra special ops".
Yes, I know this is the internet, but you never stopped to think about how pathetic you are, did you? I don't mean to me, to this, overly critical cynicist who's words you see before you. I mean: to yourself. You don't seem pathetic to yourself because you simply don't stop for a few minutes to take a look outside yourself to realize: "If this were any other person, I'd feel pity on them."
Lying about yourself on the internet may be fun,
but so is licking your face constantly in front of random strangers.
Sure, that's fun too, but it's also: retarded.
If: you're a woman. You're not more "kick ass" than a man just because you're a woman. Many modern women suffer from this incredulous dellusion. It's called: jealousy. The green-eyed devil. Men are genetically predispositioned towards being naturally stronger and faster.
(excluding athletic women in comparison to World-Of-Warcraft basement-dwelling twinky-junkies)
Interesting tidbit: Despite women actually spanning a decade fighting for civil-rights and achieving their well-deserved rights within the workplace, they still constantly ask men to do things for them (lifting heavy objects or general "do my chores for me" laziness), expect men to pay on dates, and expect men to buy them things, just because they possess contrary genitalia. While more women now than ever before are turning men into financial dependants, let's not blow things out of proportion. Women are almost always the victims of spousal abuse, hardly ever men, and it's never sided the other way in court!
Fantasy worlds are make-believe. Movies are grounded in fact, yes. But if you are unable to discern fact from fiction as a sound-minded individual, then I insist. Do yourself a favor. Call your local mental-health institution and schedule a session with personal intent to willingly commit yourself.
Thank you for your time, lost ones,
Realistic Jim
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Post by Aedh on Apr 30, 2009 0:03:37 GMT -5
There speaks someone who obviously hasn't yet recovered from the trauma of realising, at the age of ten, that--shock! horror!--Godzilla was really just a guy in a rubber suit, and that all the people who pretended to be afraid of him were just play-acting ... and is out on mission to save the rest of us from similar life-shattering experiences, and to vastly enjoy the sound of his own voice while doing it. I wish him peace. And a lesson or two in Catholicism 101 wouldn't hurt.  |
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Post by Libby on Apr 30, 2009 5:34:34 GMT -5
There speaks someone who obviously hasn't yet recovered from the trauma of realising, at the age of ten, that--shock! horror!--Godzilla was really just a guy in a rubber suit, and that all the people who pretended to be afraid of him were just play-acting ... and is out on mission to save the rest of us from similar life-shattering experiences, and to vastly enjoy the sound of his own voice while doing it. I wish him peace. And a lesson or two in Catholicism 101 wouldn't hurt. Aw...we haven't had anyone inciting a brawl putting forward a new topic for discussion for ages! However, he's obviously taken many hours to read through many threads, ancient and new, and has now vented his spleen accordingly. I am an educator and female human being with a decidedly overactive imagination (which my pupils love, btw) and a penchant for having the male of the species carry things/open doors for me. Like the rest of us on these boards, I also have a full and satisfying (if often highly stressful) RL .I hope that the jealousy Realistic Jim must feel for people able to combine real lives with creative on-line fun will gradually fade. I shall send him a virtual. sympathetic pat on the head and say "Never mind dear, you'll understand one day!" |
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Post by Mirabilis on Apr 30, 2009 10:31:34 GMT -5
It's over a year later for some of these threads I'm going to quote "for the lulz". A few months for others. I'm going to stir up alot of irritation involving the fact that I've posted so much later, but it only matters because of this: You've all most likely awakened from your reveries of insanity. If not, this will be like telling Catholics that Mary wasn't God. Seriously, the most outrageous claims have been made on these posts. Who cares if it was long ago, I haven't stopped laughing yet. Anything from: "Over and over you come across people (men mostly) arguing that women can't be as competent fighters as men. I think both my peronal experience as well as history shows that that is complete BS." To: "My expertise lies in the area of martial arts, mainly the Japanese schools, however I have a fair amount of knowledge about all forms of hand to hand combat. I am also Duponts homeboy but that is another story." And also: "I have 13 years studying the deadliest of martial arts!" While these concepts which would bring about "epic lulz" to anyone with half a brain, I must sadly come to the conclusion that anonymous which inhabit random chan-/b/ boards would only respond with "tl;dr", or "too long, didn't read". So, you may rejoice in the fact that your insanity is more intelligent than a much larger populated internet community. It is still: insanity. Delirium. You watched a movie. You gained delusions of grandeur and excitement about yourself and your potential. This is typical of the fantasies of youth or an entirely too overactive mind. If you still suffer from these illusions, STOP right there. Splash cold water upon yourself. If that doesn't work, take an extremely cold shower. Imagine the oxygen slowly returning to your brain. Because, truthfully, overimaginative brains are only trying to cope with the fact that they're oxygen-deprived. The further you enter into delirium, the further the edges of reality begin to bend and obscure, until finally you're crowing like Peter Pan because his tights are too restrictive, or smearing fecal matter all over the walls of your 9x10 padded cell. You are not a "Cleric", you're not even a priest. You never made the clergy. You're not military. Your daddy might be. You might ask him questions so you can be the big man (or woman) of the internet; But you're not in any branch yourself. You're especially not in "extra special ops". Yes, I know this is the internet, but you never stopped to think about how pathetic you are, did you? I don't mean to me, to this, overly critical cynicist who's words you see before you. I mean: to yourself. You don't seem pathetic to yourself because you simply don't stop for a few minutes to take a look outside yourself to realize: "If this were any other person, I'd feel pity on them." Lying about yourself on the internet may be fun, but so is licking your face constantly in front of random strangers. Sure, that's fun too, but it's also: retarded. If: you're a woman. You're not more "kick ass" than a man just because you're a woman. Many modern women suffer from this incredulous dellusion. It's called: jealousy. The green-eyed devil. Men are genetically predispositioned towards being naturally stronger and faster. (excluding athletic women in comparison to World-Of-Warcraft basement-dwelling twinky-junkies) Interesting tidbit: Despite women actually spanning a decade fighting for civil-rights and achieving their well-deserved rights within the workplace, they still constantly ask men to do things for them (lifting heavy objects or general "do my chores for me" laziness), expect men to pay on dates, and expect men to buy them things, just because they possess contrary genitalia. While more women now than ever before are turning men into financial dependants, let's not blow things out of proportion. Women are almost always the victims of spousal abuse, hardly ever men, and it's never sided the other way in court! Fantasy worlds are make-believe. Movies are grounded in fact, yes. But if you are unable to discern fact from fiction as a sound-minded individual, then I insist. Do yourself a favor. Call your local mental-health institution and schedule a session with personal intent to willingly commit yourself. Thank you for your time, lost ones, Realistic Jim Damn! Is that you again aunty??? How many times have I told you not to come online and disrupt forums? And using Uncle Jim's name again too...shame on you!! Get back in your room and take your meds right now!! (Sorry folks...you can choose your friends but...) |
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Post by realisticjim on May 3, 2009 16:15:11 GMT -5
There speaks someone who obviously hasn't yet recovered from the trauma of realising, at the age of ten, that--shock! horror!--Godzilla was really just a guy in a rubber suit, and that all the people who pretended to be afraid of him were just play-acting ... and is out on mission to save the rest of us from similar life-shattering experiences, and to vastly enjoy the sound of his own voice while doing it. I wish him peace. And a lesson or two in Catholicism 101 wouldn't hurt. Catholicism 101 versus Catholic-believers are two entirely different subjects. Why, I even have a St.Mary's Catholic Bible revamped as a picturebook for Catholic-school children where it states faulty logic such as: God+Mary=Jesus=worship Mary Ah, if only I could enjoy the sound of my own voice while typing, the absolute pleasure I would recieve would be paramount to anything else I could possibly imagine. But alas.. I never picked up the habit of reading out loud during the process. Oh, and you're wrong there. Never watched Godzilla, and traumatization happened at 8. Oh why did you bring up the past! That babysitter! The horror! Well, not really horrible. Aw...we haven't had anyone inciting a brawl putting forward a new topic for discussion for ages! However, he's obviously taken many hours to read through many threads, ancient and new, and has now vented his spleen accordingly. I am an educator and female human being with a decidedly overactive imagination (which my pupils love, btw) and a penchant for having the male of the species carry things/open doors for me. Like the rest of us on these boards, I also have a full and satisfying (if often highly stressful) RL .I hope that the jealousy Realistic Jim must feel for people able to combine real lives with creative on-line fun will gradually fade. I shall send him a virtual. sympathetic pat on the head and say "Never mind dear, you'll understand one day!" Ah, but you missed the entire point of my diatribe. While you yourself are not guilty of it exactly, what should and often doesn't bother others, is that there is a gargantuan mob of insanity-stricken liars who believe their lives are better by lying on the internet. Why improve their own lives to the point of that monumental lie? That would only make sense! Jealousy of that? Hardly. Jealous of those lies about their vast "extra special military ops", yes. The military machine wouldn't let me in, vision problem you see. I should be the one lying about it! Why not? That's it! I'm a NAVY SEAL now! This is the internets! No one can stop me! ha ha ha! *twirls his moustache* Damn! Is that you again aunty??? How many times have I told you not to come online and disrupt forums? And using Uncle Jim's name again too...shame on you!! Get back in your room and take your meds right now!! (Sorry folks...you can choose your friends but...)I have incapacitated the orderlies and am proceding to smear my feces all about the walls in the form of writing against this nursing-home's fascist regime! What do you expect? They even took away my crayons! *balks* |
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Post by Mirabilis on May 3, 2009 16:36:26 GMT -5
Ah...you need to get your interval adjusted aunty Cleric!  |
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Post by Aedh on May 4, 2009 8:36:50 GMT -5
Why, I even have a St.Mary's Catholic Bible revamped as a picturebook for Catholic-school children where it states faulty logic such as: God+Mary=Jesus=worship Mary Well, it's not St Mary's--nice try, though--it's St Joseph's you're thinking of. But it's good to hear you're a reader; some writer here will have to produce a schoolchildren's edition of 'Equilibrium' for your collection. "Onoes! YOU are a BAD Sense-Offending monkey!" *pop* "Ooooh!" ;D Haven't we noticed this before, guys? There's something seductive about this place. It just keeps you coming back. |
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Post by marphlets on May 7, 2009 22:21:35 GMT -5
Seminary students weep! LOL! Leave it to Aedh to know the correct theological data - do you ever get tired of being a smarty pants I write fan fiction and post it on several sites, so I have no deffense - I lie on the internet frequently. *winkies/evil grin* |
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Post by Aedh on May 8, 2009 9:05:29 GMT -5
Seminary students weep! LOL! Leave it to Aedh to know the correct theological data - do you ever get tired of being a smarty pants Well, I sound smarter than most people because unlike most people I don't make a habit of talking about things I don't know about. In this case, despite our friend's assertion that "You're not a 'Cleric,'" etc., in fact, I am and I did, though I'm through with parish work and won't be back in it ever again. |
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Post by marphlets on May 8, 2009 16:53:18 GMT -5
Seminary students weep! LOL! Leave it to Aedh to know the correct theological data - do you ever get tired of being a smarty pants Well, I sound smarter than most people because unlike most people I don't make a habit of talking about things I don't know about. In this case, despite our friend's assertion that "You're not a 'Cleric,'" etc., in fact, I am and I did, though I'm through with parish work and won't be back in it ever again. Catholic Seminary? You? I wouldn't have figured. I guess the fact that you've left that behind is pretty obvious. I went to AG seminary, but I never recieved my certification. While I had fun there, I realized (belatedly) that it wasn't the degree for me. I'm much better at other fields of study. As for being dishonest on the net - I confess, I've muddled the truth on a few things. I don't think I've put my real birthday on any site. And I don't often give my real name. I fudge personal details when I share life stories, and I change names to protect the innocent. Uh huh. I'm paranoid to a fault. I don't like people knowing the details  |
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Post by Libby on May 9, 2009 11:06:04 GMT -5
As for being dishonest on the net - I confess, I've muddled the truth on a few things. I don't think I've put my real birthday on any site. And I don't often give my real name. I fudge personal details when I share life stories, and I change names to protect the innocent. Uh huh. I'm paranoid to a fault. I don't like people knowing the details Now there's the thing...age. It doesn't matter who you are, what you've done, age is the killer. The internet was supposed to be the great leveller, but ageism creeps in everywhere. If anyone admits their true age, they very often get judged as too young or too old, too inexperienced or too long in the tooth. Aedh says... ...and that's the bit that matters, what's going on in your mind. I can't run as fast as I did when I was 20...but my son, who's 23, says he can't either! (btw, Aedh, he's heading for Vancouver Island in August to do the Canadian West Coast Trail...not a million miles from you!) |
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Post by Mirabilis on May 9, 2009 12:47:33 GMT -5
As for being dishonest on the net - I confess, I've muddled the truth on a few things. I don't think I've put my real birthday on any site. And I don't often give my real name. I fudge personal details when I share life stories, and I change names to protect the innocent. Uh huh. I'm paranoid to a fault. I don't like people knowing the details Now there's the thing...age. It doesn't matter who you are, what you've done, age is the killer. The internet was supposed to be the great leveller, but ageism creeps in everywhere. If anyone admits their true age, they very often get judged as too young or too old, too inexperienced or too long in the tooth. Aedh says... ...and that's the bit that matters, what's going on in your mind. I can't run as fast as I did when I was 20...but my son, who's 23, says he can't either! (btw, Aedh, he's heading for Vancouver Island in August to do the Canadian West Coast Trail...not a million miles from you!) Yep...I'll be the first to admit that I can let my age get me down at times...the wrinkles, the saggy bits where saggy bits never used to be etc. etc.  But I also agree that mentally I don't feel any different to when I was a fit and active twentysomething. Oh and I know your son will LOVE Vancouver Island...it certainly captivated me on my brief but memorable visit there with Aedh.  |
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Post by Aedh on May 10, 2009 8:51:29 GMT -5
As for being dishonest on the net - I confess, I've muddled the truth on a few things. I don't think I've put my real birthday on any site. And I don't often give my real name. I fudge personal details when I share life stories, and I change names to protect the innocent. Uh huh. I'm paranoid to a fault. I don't like people knowing the details I'm just that way myself. I'm very privacy-minded, hence, no birthday given, no real name, etc. I got into the habit a few years ago when there was someone banging around my area who was 'net-savvy and who also expressed intentions--personally to my face--to make me a present of some GBH. That potentiality is gone now, but still. Discretion is the better part of Clericdom. Lying is one thing, and not disclosing too much information is something else again. |
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Post by Prestan on May 12, 2009 12:49:03 GMT -5
truly epic lulz
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Post by Father on May 14, 2009 19:18:12 GMT -5
I wasn't around when this 'accident' occured, meanwhile since this kind of accidents normaly rarelly happen I feel obligated to share some of my feelings.
First of all, Jim - can I call you Jim?
You wouldn't happen to be Jim Morrison? Would you?
I mean man, you have some great musical potential! But you have to start to look at things the other way around.
Take this for example, and this are your own words;
You're not military.
Your daddy might be.
You might ask him questions so you can be the big man
(or woman) of the internet;
But you're not in any branch yourself.
You're especially not in "extra special ops".
Now add a melody and imagine the words being sung.
It would work in different styles, even blues! You could name it the "extra special ops blues"
It's a state of mind man! Start looking the other way around.
Look for the 'nice things' and the things you agree with. And if you don't agree with nothing here? Then what are you doing here?
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But I also agree that mentally I don't feel any different to when I was a fit and active twentysomething. 
