“For someone who posts the unlimited amount of drivel and dogshit as you do…”
Wait a minute. I disagree & toss ‘at right bac-asswards @ you. It ain’t dogshit…or I wouldn’t be wasting time on it; bonus time better spent with family. It just isn’t true. You have your opinion, but it ain’t gold, bro. I will give u ‘drivel’, though, …for sake of the abstract, but if dogshit is a way, there’s been far more dogshit in your posts than in mine.
“…, I would expect you to be able to take just a wee bit of good-natured ribbing.” I see your point now & before, pkj, but I ain’t hip to the tone of it. I can live with it.
“Or even bad-natured ribbing.” There’s no doubt I’ve replied to bad natured ribbing ~~ sans the niceties for sake of rationale. That’s why there’s this seedy tangent to the thread. I got no sweat agreeing that my response could have ~~ no, should have ~~ been far less reactionary. Was in the first & third drafts…but in the second, which got posted, I felt compelled by morning breath & angst to bark more bite than was warranted, & not near as funny-sardonic as it was indented. I wish I hadn’t, but what’s done is done. Sometimes this board isn’t for early morning consumption.
“But whenever…”
No, not whenever…, not every time, just sometimes. Sometimes the trite is a menace. Should it be? No, but I forget myself in the literary … & there really is some kind of useless jingoistic dogshit spewed on the dbis from time to time; a lot of the time lately. It chips away at the sober mind.
“Someone calls you out on anything, you go all macho and posturing, …like your shit doesn't stink and how dare anyone say anything about you.” You call that macho & posturing? It doesn’t read that way to me, pj. Fire for fire, void of obvious humor drove m’ keystroke, a piss-poor automatic reaction to the post of a boring one-liner technician who is real forking daring when making comments in a critical vein. It’s your bag, I get it. & it’s effective at quelling [most] discussion. Works wonders on drawing lines in the sand & keeping the battle lines taut. I got it, get it, but then it hit me as a different sensation & I responded with a petty thought. It was small of me, not my best effort. Nope. You were right, I got unjustifiably belligerent. The “little man, ain’t that what it’s all about” mock defensive, samsara or worse: samskara or preta aspects of my character cast the first stone with the whole intent of it being the second stone, the rejoinder. Man, I think I’d been losing my better sense of humor for a while there. I’m finding it again. It’s the times, I think. On other occasions regarding you and a couple of others who like to draw those battle lines, for whatever reasons, …my comeback was an autonomic defense mechanism. Never been about my shit not stinking or my feet not needing a daily bath. I probably wouldn’t jump to that conclusion if I were you. Let my real-time actions define me as yours define you. My reply to pkj was unfortunate, yes, & poorly-aimed as some kind of overstated balancer in some rock-em-sock-em-palisade circus of the scars that this parade of dbis shuffle-&-harangue can bring to a boil when real-life is frazzled a bit, as is real-life once in a while. Nowadays even when things at home are about as excellent as I can imagine, progressively so, in lieu of the state of the nation & those on the dbis who actually take the side of the Mordor fleecings of life and liberty that are now more prevalent in society than perhaps ever in the last hundred years. Has it been small of me? Conceivably, yes. Did you have it coming? To some extent, yes, mostly no. Life is too short to pander to hackneyed one-liners sometimes, it seems, but your post was right on in this case. Go ahead with your own observations, it’s your birthright, & I’ll roll with it as it should be. There is living proof of a wellspring of good energy, though, on this end of the transmitter. I can dig that I’ve been fckd-up on the dbis sometimes, but it’s an honest-as-dot-net riposte to a forum that I see as something vital being often quelled by mediocre thinking. Yeah, I know that sounds like egotism, even pretense ~~ but as has been said, we’re all hypocrites. If you’re looking for a pissing contest: Who I am? Who you are? If that’s what its about, when you question my stance, then I’m game. You know the word ‘caustic’? That’s what I’ve seen in your “wee bit o goodly natured ribbing” more often than not You’ve jabbed that “little” is what its about? Maybe in spirit it is to some extent; I, the citizenry, have had to take it on the chin an awful lot in this brave new 21st Century. WE are an overfed, inundated & oversensitive lot, yep. So I appreciate the kick in the pants, & that’s why the long-winded apology. But in real-time, factually, I don’t look little or move little or even feel little for the most part, although I will wax knee-jerk & chomp the bit when some obtuse fcker tries to tie down on the rein. You call it the way you see it…, but the real-time truth of it isn’t yours to grasp; perhaps @ some future gathering, & so be it. But all-in-all, my offerings to this forum are inspired by fire & drum circles, …&… hopeless romantic notions of a country that can potentially rebuild itself from the inside out & live up to the notions of all the most benevolent hierarchal ideals from books and scrolls and manuscripts and films and plays and albums of perfect human music. Flaming hearts of earthbound effort & desire for a wellness of family & friends that’s … not meant as a gritty farce & a moot comeback (one that meets the sand @ the tides; shards of broken glass tumbled into semi-precious gemstones by a sea that is greater than man, always has been, always will be.) My post was stupid, and weak-minded & formulated in the shortest possible block of pre-coffee zero-dark-thirty-early-morning-rapid-response-time; right off the top of my achy head, fueled by the notion that you are often received in poor taste, whether you’re wee jibbing or not. I’m ashamed of myself.
Now, but not as a study.
“If you're going to run your mouth all the time, …”
I’m not running my mouth, jus’ jotting stuff down. As I explained in the previous post, it’s creative writing with respect for the board’s namesake. Triage never ceases to amaze me, out of so many great albums since…shit…the 40’s for Pete’s sake. The spirit of that is what has me returning to the dbis. That & a few panelists who’ve become net.friends. If you disappeared from the dbis, I wouldn’t count the days until your return ~~ no doubt that’s common ground, heh-heh-heh, & so be it.
“…so be prepared for someone or other to run theirs back, …”
If you’re gona run yours, why don’t y’ try tunin ‘er up fer crissakes. All that smoke…for someone with so few novel words!
“:…and take it like the man you seem to think you are.”
Y’know, I thought the same thing about u jus then. …Who’s reflection is that, pkj? Is it mine, is it yours? You read undue weakness in my posts? You see weakness in the body or the heart? Or both? Hmm? It ain’t me, bro. Not on the whole. Sure, I may lapse into weakness, these are strange days, days when mediocrities rule & teen-age sons keep me mentally challenged & tripping over the wires. But the reflection you see in the pond, maybe it’s not me you see? Next time you have something furthering to say, I’ll respond in kind. Any other time, have at it, I won’t regard it with much interest, as it’s you who’ll more likely be running your mouth, while I’ll just be jotting stuff down. You regard my posts with your own brand of snide side-tone, a side-tone that I’d tweak out of the mix, if it were mine to tweak, but I’ll try to see a good-natured/ill-natured jibe for what it is from here on in.
“And fwiw, the Robin Williams shit is way funny. There was no insult intended.”
There was insult both implied & intended, thas the vibe you encumber the forum with, IMO…, so, come-on fess-up, naahhh, there was a measure of ire & insult, brother Nümsie, …but I agree that Robin Williams’ shit is way funny. I just hadn’t made the correlation between his chops & my offering. That meaningless claptrap I jotted down was an original thought @ the time. Where it originally originated subconsciously I couldn’t say for sure; maybe from the Robin Williams bit.
“But it's a bit late for that, now isn't it, little guy. (cuz that's what this is really all about, isn't it...)” Little guy, heh-heh. Good one, pj, go for the throat; apropos considering.
While I wish all the dbis panelists, ad spectrum, every good fortune for best efforts, & will continue to try m’best to not to overreact in the future, your pint-of-view is mostly askew to me. I don’t know, I guess I just had you pegged as a dickhead early on, maybe rashly, & it’s triggered my poor judgment. I mean, I try to have an open mind, but there’s a dank energy around some on the dbis that just gets my goat, it’d be dishonest to say otherwise ~~ s’pose I have something like that effect on you too. Well cool, so it be…the world goes round & round. I’ll try to be more tolerant, as it should be, I know I can. As it is in real-time.
You call my offerings “drivel?” That’s one point of view. You’re entitled to your one. Insults/insults as an intended reference, a jibe…or a pastime. Hmm, I guess I’ve never much sidled-up to that. Not in the pub, not on the net. The physical plane…the twain…he cerebral plane…the http://www.means to communicate. It’s all relative. Yeah, I meant an affront with my petty reply. In the sprit of retort only I acted wrongly. Would I gladly take it all back, in hindsight, and reply with, “Yeah, & I stole ‘is wardrobe from 1979 too…yuk-yuk” …Yep. Reality, What a Concept… But, in my defense, I read ur brand of ribbing dogshit first thing, zero dark thirty, the morning of a long day ahead, with less sleep than I probably needed. I took a deep but not so cleansing breath, should have brushed first, came-about jibbing in an easygoing manner, caught a crosswind of ire that may or may not have actually been present, didn’t see the howzcome the way you meant it ~~ or even how it’d further dbis discussion, not at all liken to the really fackin funny smatterings of the madcap trio who surely own this trading room floor with well-regard to gritty jibes & the wee bit o good natured ribbing like rubber machine-gun bullets ~~
that balanced air of
ribaldry and a
furthering
of ideas,
…that keep us sane enough to sustain.
Note: Any future wee bits of jibe on your part will not be met with the [samsara] smallness of my character (that edgy winter sea turtle that rears it’s ugly head & furthers nada by design) but with humbleness and humor, as is fitting, more-or-less, with the dbis tone. In concurrence with your immediate response to my blatantly
defensive retort: I was in error, …whoops, & stand corrected.
Cheers.
Affably,
messybear
