DJ Happy Camper has been playing a great comedy show this evening on Happy Hits Radio. She’s a hoot. I don’t know where she finds all this stuff, but it had me *thisclose* to needing Depends.
S called. He got back to Philly, and will be spending the night there. He’ll be home tomorrow, but has to teach chess to the kiddies at the Franklin school in the afternoon, so I’ll have to talk to the realtor in the morning, before I go get a cashier’s check from my bank. I know what I’m paying for the house itself, but the closing cost estimate I received earlier is supposedly an overestimate. I don’t want to walk away from closing with a friggin’ check from the relocation company that I’m going to have to deposit. I’d rather have to write out a personal check for a couple of hundred bucks if we’re off a little.
I also got word that the pumpkin-spice cake, along with some of Karen’s cookies that I sent off to PA, were devoured by Yury’s family, to rave reviews. We’ll only live a few towns away from them when we get moved, so we’ll have to have them over for dinner or a BBQ sometime. The kids can run around all they want, indoors or outdoors.
I’ll have to drive my parents out there to see the joint sometime next week. Mom’ll never leave me alone until she sees it for herself.
To top it all off, I got a friend request on Goodreads from Bob. Thank you, Bob. 😉
I just wanted to say thanks for turning me on to Happy Hits Radio. I’ve been working a lot of extra hours lately, and it’s nice to have something different to listen to.
Daggy’s response to Ant (before it gets deleted—pay attention to the last sentence):
Five-Foot Ant (this will be the only response you ever get from me again, then you go on ignore with the rest of your terrorist lot):
When I come here, it is because I love all things horror, big and small. From movies to books to toys (and yes, sometimes RPGs). I also like some of the people and the discussion, even if it turns into heated debate. You come here to make yourself look super cool and be an expert in everything. No, I mean EVERYTHING. You basically preach, not teach. There’s a difference. And this preaching is fueled by hate, which is a shame. Observance-wise, it is safe to say you are the “wanna-be all/end all/know-it-all” of Shocklines.
Then you bring this self-perceived image back to a group of roleplaying buddies so they can pick apart things and lay down imaginary smackdowns, virtual I-told-you-sos, and assume that you have some kind of Internet victory over a person or party that does not even exist outside your door. Calling people coward or stupid mother f***** and other shameless, abusive names on the Web is your claim-to-fame, dropping factsheets about facts like there’s no tomorrow is your shield. It is your protection. It is the Viagra that gets you hard, because you can’t get it up any other way.
When I come here, people already know that I am a comedian and pull a few legs – that much is evident – but deep down I keep it REAL, and I don’t curse people out and call them atrocious names. Even some of the “other” trolls, who have been here longer show a little more class and restraint. You, on the other hand, do not.
The conspiracy theories that often line this board aside (people can come to their own independent conclusions regarding their a., validity or b., silliness), you obviously suffer some chemical imbalance or anger problem, your prefrontal cortex is stimulated by certain words differently, and your serotonin levels are out of whack. If I didn’t know any better, somebody must have beaten you in the head with a Louisville Slugger. That, of course, is not for me to diagnose. That is just an assumption, from witnessing your behavior here and there. The moment somebody you feel you hate, or feel you need to hate, drops an opinion that you dislike – whether it be political, psychological, sociological, religious, economical – you turn into a vicious pitbull and race your mouth off. You resort to baiting and childish name-calling. You breed anger. Words are exchanged, and it spreads. Toxicity ensues. Soon whole communities are flipping on each other. Then you analyze every single word and give your say as if you were God’s gift to the Earth. That along with a pat on the back.
You are not. You are just a normal human being. You are not holy, you are not Mighty Joe Young, so get over it!
You and your desire to take apart sentences and make yourself look cool or like the school jock actually makes you look even more like a jerk. You claiming in a tone that needs to be washed out with a dozen bars of soap that someone is “Ignorant” in certain threads makes you look like the bigger “Ignoramus”. Not the bigger man, which you should be aiming for.
I can admit to being the funny man; what can you admit to? If you just ignored Me and Mike on certain subjects and opinions, I’d actually probably respect you. But I don’t. The best part is that, as much as you hate Mike Philbin’s guts, you will reply 90% of the time to only his threads… and, within those threads, you will be sure to find five, six, sometimes as much as ten posts or responses belonging to you. If one did not know any better, they’d think you are Mike. Matter of fact, you are so much like Mike, you could be polar opposites. But I digress. That is silly.
I once knew someone who had to go under a name similar to 50 Foot, because he had to make himself look really big behind closed doors, when in real life he was just a very small dog barking from a fence. The dog had a small penis, and he was never groomed. He was eventually put to sleep.
Even now, you will be vexed and find some way around this post, because you must have the last word. That is the only way. And you will do it, sentence by sentence, curse word by curse word, because that is all you know. Being smart, yes, but being far more crude.
People like you give Nickolaus Pacione a good name.
Just stating the facts.