Pajiba

I think people who parade around the "I'm the oldest person in this place" title are suspect from the get-go. As if their length on this rock translates into hale wisdom.

Being old I have no problem with; people who pin it to their shirtsleeve as an auto-"respect what I'm saying" button, not so much.

I might be saying this because it graces EVERY post you make?

As someone who just turned 20 last month, this last decade has basically been the foundation of my life thus far so it's difficult to choose the best and the worst thing about it. Aside from the 90's (which was a great time to be a kid) the past ten years are all I've really known in this short life of mine.

I'd say the best of the aughts has been being accepted to/attending my dream college and taking part in the '08 elections.

The worst was, well, high school. That was a bit of a shit show.

i developed a pesky brain tumor that turned me from a boozy ass-kicking foxy brown-style ninja who was happy go lucky and never gave a fuck about anything to a whimpering whiny mood swingy asshole who cries every time someone looks at her the wrong way, or, alternatively, punches inanimate objects--suitcases, refrigerator doors, and the like--in flashes of irrational anger.

fuck you, microprolactinoma. i'd like to kill you directly in the face.

ok, FINE, it's not a brain tumor. it's a pituitary tumor. but it's in my head and it makes my body think it's stuck in the first trimester of pregnancy so everything is all "oooh, a kitten. let me fucking cry about it." or "hey asshole, get out of my way! i know you're stopped at a red light, but get the fuck out of my way!"

i hate you, 2000-2009. please die in an incendiary fire.

the best of the aughts?

hold on... i'm sure i can think of something...

i would say getting into all of the law schools of my choice, but since i graduated 9 years ago and haven't worked at a single law firm that i like, and i currently loathe my job so much i would quit if i didn't need the fucking pay check, i would say that was a suckfest as well.

going to the inauguration was pretty bad ass, but obama is sucking right now, so meh.

i developed a keen affinity for single malt scotch in the aughts. that's about it.

2010, you better BRING it. or else.

that was really touching, rubble.

Isn't 'up to our nips' a fairly common saying? I feel like I hear someone say that at least once a week. It didn't smack of trying so hard to me.

There's a slight possibility that you're the worst person on earth, Poultice.

As for Commadaddy mentioning his age every post you'll have to forgive him. Old people are forgetful and tend to retell the same stories over and over again. Zing!

Best: moving to NY, lucking into consistently amazing roommates, and getting my current job.

Worst: All of my worsts have either completely or almost faded away, mostly because of the three bests and general "becoming an adult" stuff, so I'd rather not uselessly dwell on the negatives. Happy new year everyone, and I hope everyone's able to punch their worsts in the necks.

Worst part of the decade: Living through middle school, high school, and college years? But to be more specific, my junior year of high school in which I tore my ACL, was on crutches most of the year, and didn't have very many friends. That was a low point.

Best part: I never have to go back to being a teenager with braces?

Best of: Has to be getting over my depression. It's amazing what getting away for three years from the people who made your life a living hell for much longer can do to your psyche. Corollaries: getting over the suicidal thoughts, realizing I'm a worthwhile human being, understanding that my happiness doesn't mean that someone else will punish me.

Worst of: Finding a new group of people at NYU (professors, graduate assistants, and fellow students) who decided that my happiness was a big problem for them, resulting in new forms of hellish tortures I hadn't experienced previously. The hometown jackasses weren't very good at psychological warfare; psychological warfare is what those fuckers thrived on. But I'm not bitter over them systematically destroying the few friendships I had, ruining some promising creative partnerships, getting a professor to fail me in a class, and eventually contributing to my flight from NYU to a smaller local school. Oh no. That's just made me tough as nails and capable of waking up in a cold sweat screaming about power generators, police permits, and rat-fuck lawyers. Corollaries: being chased off Facebook by cyberbullying before it was called that; being a subject at BitterButBrilliant and other hate websites thanks to dummy accounts created by those NYU fucks.

Good riddance to a miserable decade.

There's a slight possibility that you're the worst person on earth, Poultice.

On a website so crammed to overflowing with painfully
psuedo-hipsteresque superlatives, this type of comment
hardly comes as a surprise.

I look forward to reading the rest of this thread, which
will no doubt be filled with Pajibans falling over each
other to boost their web-based credibility through
trumpeting their advanced age or the size of their
cancerous tumours.

Hmm, becks, I fear "slight possibility" may have been a little generous.

When you read things like this sometimes you see that you think your life is worse than other people. Sometimes you read this and see that your life isn't actually that bad.

Then again it is all a matter of perspective. What's horrible to you is not exactly horrible to the next person.

That being said.

The Worse: Pretty much everything. In fact, looking back on it, I can't think of very many good things that have happened to me in the last ten years, except losing my virginity. Anything else good? Not in the technical sense I suppose.

The Good: I haven't killed myself. I consider that a good thing. Funny too. Picturing my parents at my funeral always stops me.

And yes! I still have my parents! That should just make me so happy and lucky right?

Oh, right, best and worst of the aughts.

Best? Well, I'm not a sentimental kind of gal and hate being the centre of attention, so I'm not going to say my wedding day, but the seven years since then have generally been quite pleasant. Getting my M.Sc. and getting a job were pretty sweet highlights.

Worst? Losing a friend to cancer. Fearing the worst when my little brother went missing for a couple of weeks (boys and girls, drugs are bad...Thank the holy cephalopod, he's good now).

Best-
A job that pays me to travel all over the world. Finally did something slightly responsible and respectable with my lazy ass.

Worst-
Friends dying and other friends getting hooked on crystal meth. Fuck that noise. Everyone I was close to is gone (save my family).
Getting cheated on 2 years into a relationship that I thought was going towards marriage comes in a close second.

I am only 20 and have thankfully had a very lucky life, so my worst part of the decade is not that bad.

Worst: Middle-school yearbook. You might think that would be a cakewalk, but my school consistently produced yearbooks that won national awards, AND half of the staff hated the other half of the staff. I'm pretty sure some psychologists could have done a study of our staff and come up with some very scary information. I spent the months of December-March wanting to bawl my eyes out and/or tear someone else's eyes out.

Best: College. Even though I hate the dorms and classes are stressful, it's making me into an awesome person.

Worst:

- No relationship with a woman that went beyond friendship. My sex life is non-existing.

- Constant depression.

- Unemployed for almost 3 years now (no, I don't live in the US.)

- Still living with my parents on account of severe anxiety of holing myself up when living on my own. Also, I fear that the relationship of my parents will deteriorate quickly because my father is a borderline alcoholic and my mother can't cope with that, her job, and worrying about her two children.

Best:

-Finishing university successfully despite all my other problems. Sadly, I took to long to graduate and didn't do anything to build up skills beyond that. So, no job since then. Doesn't really count as a success.

FML. The next decade can only be better than the last one.

Worst: death of my mother in 2002

Best: bought a house

second worst: quitting a stable job that I had begun to hate for a new one. Being told 1 month into new job "it's just not working out" and being let go (lousy fuckers) causing me a short period of unemployment and getting into worse debt.

second best: finding a better job that I like and that my bosses like me (I think).

I had a kid. The parents know that this is both the best and the worst thing that can happen to anyone.

I dig you too, baby. We're outta beer. I'd dig you a lot more if I had beer.

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Bitch, go get some beer!

Baby, why you wanna treat me like that? Didn't I drive your mother to her parole hearing? Did I make sure your cousin the retard had a fresh rope to gnaw on? Didn't I go outta my way to get you that ointment? Yes, I did. Now got get some MGD in cans. You got cash, right? The holiday screwed up my unemployment check.

Best: youngest daughter born

Worst: dad died

that's it - Lindsey get me a beer when you're up

I mean, WOMAN, heh-heh. Just a slip of the tongue, baby. Don't mean nothin'.

I'm not worried. There ain't woman enough to take my man up in here.

Lindswae, you are lookin' VERY sensuous tonight... you know, as in since you is up, fetch me a beer, too, alright, darlin'?

I ain't getting nobody no fucking beers! If I can't have beers, I am not getting any for the rest of you. And speaking of not getting any, the PIB might just be in trouble for starting that shit in the first place. Cocky bastard.

Alright, I'm gettin' my whoopin stick. Summa you poor listeners need a lesson in manners.

Bests: Graduating high school, learning a couple foreign languages, going abroad for the first and second times, graduating college, getting into my first choice law school, graduating law school, getting the job I want (prosecuting the scum of Boston), and meeting the lurve of my life, and moving in with him,

Worsts: Accumlating more debt than a government employee can ever hope to pay off, working at a job that underpays me though I live it dearly, moving away from my family and having to spend the holidays away from them for the first time at age 27.

Not that bad, but as 2009 is winding down, I hope the economy is ramping up so I don't have to turn to a life of crime to support my habits (i.e. eating and living).

Poultice, that's odd. I was not aware that the troll community had a poet laureate.

Goin' out on a limb here...Whookie? No, not even he's that unnecessarily mean.

Oh... and fuck you, Poultice.

Spender, you are a gentleman and a scholar.

Damn Spender dont you know what alliteration does to a girl??!! Meow!

LWAE if alcohols a no go then how about diet coke and cough syrup? (not together I have a chest infection and a serious diet coke addiction) Then we can eat cookies and talk about the the cutest boy in class!!!!......maybe I should lay off the cough syrup? Gin is, technically, medicinal so theres that..

Oh and Poultice take you're arrogant, 'misunderstood genius', cant get laid unless you're paying for it, going back to Uni to 'Finish that Thesis that will shake the foundations of English Literature, Film Critique and Post Modernist theory, Dammit' wishes he had friends, pathetic, repugnant attitude and shove it where the sun dont shine. Then again you sound like the kind of tit that cant find his arsehole without a map.

Im so, so sick of trolls.

Nieve! Welcome HOME sweets! I now officially lurve you here and on fb.
stopthemadness here's a scotch on the rocks and a special trophy for delurking.

The Best Thing - My daughter, Eden
The Worst Thing- the one-night-stand that wouldn't go away and turned into a crazy-ass, violent stalker psycho

stopthemadness,

4.6 mm here. Sorry. But 4 mm IS longer than the baynis*, so there's that.

*--I believe that's in the official Pajiba dicktionary, if you're baffled.

Eyvi Sprite Be my BRIDE! Okay... errrmmm... my OTHER BRIDE.

That's it, boys! Whip 'em out and impress us ladies!

Wouldn't have it any other way, dear Spender.

Spender!!
Bride??!!!
What about the leopard print velour? The tuxedo T-Shirt? The sweatpants? THE FIREWORKS!!!!!

It is OVAH!

thanks for the warm welcome and the drink, spender.

and , or comma daddy perhaps ? (as i said, i'm a noob)--looks like my tumor has some growin' to do. just please, don't grow yours out anymore so mine has a fightin' chance.

i like you people. the alliteration. the snark. it makes my uterus jiggle.

and yes, i meant "you people" in the racist sense.

"...all can agree that arrogance is the mark of an asshole."

All? Personally, Spender, I would posit that being
an asshole is the mark of an asshole, while attempt-
ing to represent the opinions of some heretofore
mostly-silent 'all' is one of the many indications
of potential arrogance.

"You don't like when the Pajibans get their love on?"

Is that what you would call this, Eyvi? Because I
would call it a contrived solicitation of Pajibans
"decades-bests-'n'-worsts" that rings so hollow
as to border on embarassing.

But forgive me for not 'feeling the love'; I was
recently called a candidate for Worst Person on
Earth for daring to suggest that someone was
trying too hard.

Hmmmm Eyvi, it seems you have tried very hard to accomodate us and I do like Tequila.

But Betrayal is Betrayal and I wouldnt be any kind of Lady if I didnt at least suggest pistols at dawn, or tried a more ghetto approach, whipped out my earings and hunted you both down.

We will discuss wedding songs after the 'rumble' its only appropiate-Im leaning towards 'Is it Cos Im cool?' by Moos Tee or 'Bad Things' by Jace Everret. Both were songs I had originally planned for my funeral, yeah its going to be one awesomely demented wake.

I would like to announce my unretirement from The Professional Snarkery League, thanks to the love and support of my multiple brides and the groundswell (in my PANTS) of love from countless fans.
It's good to be back and I look forward to another great season of snark and meanness in grand Pajiba fashion. On that note, I would like to announce the naming of my bride, Nieve, as the new Offensive Co-Ordinator - be offensive, babe - and my bride Eyvi Sprite as Defensive Co-Ordinator... get my back, babe!
That said, I look forward to taking on Poultice Community College in our first matchup and predict an easy win, as we are more than a match for such a puny offensive output.

Well now thats just about the most romantic thing I ever heard!

That was my point, discount Sartre boy.

By the way, Nietschze was Pietschze but Sartre was Fartre.

"That was my point, discount Sartre boy."

I do not think that word means what you think it means.

We do not do Nazism here, young fellow. Godwin does not apply.

"Pajibans are, for the most part, like minded."

Eww. Were I a Pajiban, I would be doubled over with douche chills right about now.

People love attention and so I'm giving him my loving lovey lovingness, right in the eye. I don't mind. People need hobbies and trolling is a hobby in which one can gain negative attention. I kinda like Poultice. He/she is, at least, combative and while making no cogent arguments against us does at least continue putting up a front. Bravo, Poultice! Well done.

"Godwin's Law does not apply here, Poultice.
It is a level to which we Do NOT STOOP."

What you need is a law which aims to curb the uttering of
blanket statements concerning the opinions and positions
of the rest of the community. We can call it Douche's Law.

You're almost there, Poultice... Push...PUSH!

You're about to give birth to your Pajiban SELF! I love new deliveries!

"You're about to give birth to your Pajiban SELF!

If this is the case, then I suggest you look for a tiny, bloodied
Pajiban in the trash behind my apartment tomorrow morning.

"Oh, Poultice, there's no WAY you could bloody our Sarina"

What's a Sarina? I was referring to my stillborn Pajiba self.

(er, but to explain, Sarina = a tiny Pajiban.)

We will rescue the tiny Pajiban from the trash and nurse it to full and happy life, where it shall wander among the thistles and bring joy to all, becoming twitterpated when it meets gp and Barbado Slim. It will grow legs and arms - several sets of each - and glorious, pearly fangs. We shall feed it a steady diet of rage, hatred and sarcasm, making of it a monstrous beast that shall devour the Baynis, the Boll, the McTiernan and the Emmerich, leaving OUR world a cleaner, more peaceful place... free from DTS explosions of sound and fury... unburdened from the weight of CGI... a world where actressin' matters and plot counts for something. Oh, can we hope for salvation? Can the tiny, battered, bloody body of Poultice's crotchfruit bring us to heaven?

"PAJIBA - The Movie"...Coming in Summer 2011

There was momentum to this thread? Oh, terribly sorry.

Heh--thanks, Spender! Glad the retirement was only temporary, by the way. It's been an entertaining evening. And with that, good night all, and piss off, Poultice.

*cue crickets*

Well, it's obvious a Poultice and a Douchebag are more closely related than I thought. Good to know.

Best of the decade: A job that doesn't require me to be overseas for substantial amounts of time. Altough that job has now worn out it's appeal.

Worst of the decade: I'm going to go with failure of the pancreas. From diagnosis to insulin dependence in 6 months. Yay. But hell, if I have to have an organ fail, this is one I can live with, right?

Mrcreosote!
My heartfelt sympathy and sincere best wishes. That is some serious illness to be endured and you have my thoughts and prayers.
If you need anything at all, just say so, okay?

Worst - My brother getting shot and killed in 2002 at the age of 24 and my mother dying of cancer at the age of 49 in 2007.

Best - Knowing that my brothers organs helped save many lives and my boy Elliot being born in 2004.

My aught decade was a Jekyll-Hyde ride.

2000-06 was one of the best times of my life: great jobs, freelanced, dated, traveled. Had a lot of fun.

2007-09 sucked: lost jobs, creative flops and disappointments, and depression. And I live in a state that's been hard hit by the recession and all budget-slashy.

Did like the Star Trek reboot though.

Hope the 10s are better.

Best Thing:

My guitar and discovery of music. I'm a total geek about it now. I can tell you what chords mean what, what fancy words like "Aeolian" (Key of "A," all white keys) and "Phyrgian" (Key of "E," all white keys) mean. Hell, I can transpose those motherfuckers when I want too.

Worst Thing:

Bill Richardson and Pete Nanos. I know a lot of people will put Bush here, but these assholes have done a lot more to fuck up my life than even Bush.

Bill Richardson had no idea how to handle the lab when he was Secretary of Energy, and made a lot of people miserable after the Wen Ho Lee scandal, not to mentioned totally fucked up handling the scandal itself.

And that miserable fuck, Pete Nanos, I hope he dies of ballsack cancer. He was brought in soley to fire people at Los Alamos, he ruined this town, and didn't even have the guts to face the consequences since he retired 2 years after he became LAHS director.

The worst part of it all, both Richardson and Nanos will die old men with more money than I'll ever see in my life. Hell, they'll probably outlive me. Fuck those guys.

if i thought numerical dates had anything to do with the tides of my life, i would gratefully bid good-bye to the oughts (what a stupid word). unfortunately, being that i am at the helm of my life, and have so far dashed it on the rocks over and over again, i can only assume i will continue thus, which is depressing.

hopefully this new decade will involve less heartache, less madness and less doctors. and perhaps also involve a wee bit more money, thank you very much. a new liver wouldn't be so bad either.

You know what, there's a term in poker that I feel applies here. It's "don't tap the aquarium" When a "fish" (the term for a person who doesn't know what they are doing at the table and hemorrhages money) is sitting with you, you don't bring it to their attention that they suck, or tap the aquarium, you keep quiet and eventually take every dollar out of their pocket and they leave on their own. Sometimes when you tap the aquarium, the player does something radical that they normally wouldn't do because you pissed them off and you may end up being the one who loses.

In this case, don't keep bringing attention to someone who clearly is only trying to antagonize you in order to be noticed. It's the Pratt/Montag Corollary. If you do enough stupid shit and say enough stupid things, you will remain in the public eye much longer than the 15 minutes you don't even deserve. Even if you keep telling them how much you hate them, in their eye, they are still winning because your hatred is like mother's milk to them.

Now, if they finally decide to bring something cogent to the conversation, then we always will welcome in someone with a valid point of view. But this back and forth only makes them feel like they are succeeding and it's upsetting others. The safest bet is not to play.

I think we're done here. These are serious times and they call for serious people. Your fifteen minutes are up. My name is Rubble44 and I AM a Pajiban.

Best thing for me was probably moving to a new city and meeting the best bunch of friends a girl could ask for. Also getting fabulous marks for my honours degree, which basically reaffirmed the fact I might actually be intelligent, because that had been beaten out of my the year I worked in admin.

Worst thing was when two of those said friends were in a car that got hit by a truck. Oh sure, they lived, but I still feel guilty when I think about the fact that I would prefer one of them to have died than to be living as the shadow of the person she once was due to that evil fucker, Traumatic Brain Injury. Second worse thing happened before said car accident, when said brain injured friend's brother committed suicide. Like that family didn't have enough to deal with.

Tweezer style! Gotta pick that shit . . .

Ha ha! Tweezer.
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i need to go to bed.

Ummm yeah and if meaux and evyi (hi sweetie!) and Spender ever check back on this thread...
You gals can be his polygamous wives, I just want to be Spender's 'kept woman'.

Jumping in on this late because of work.

Worst- Tearing all the ligaments and damaging the nerves in my left knee, essentially ending my athletic career.

Best- Going to College. Could not have come at a better time and mental state.

The more the merrier, brite m'dear!

Just as long as you know Im Spender's Numero Uno, Brite!

Why does Poultice keep writing in verse form? Is someone studying for their repeat exams and needs the practise? Aw and don't shush me fool, you wanna insult someone insult me, I can take your superior, smug, egotistical, 'using big words to make you sound all book smart' when really you are sat alone with a dictionary and a battered copy of the Canterbury Tales that you STILL don't understand but dammit 2010 is the year!! Attitude, crush it up and shove it up your ass.

Worst: Requiring a ride with Denver's finest in 2002 to wake the fuck up and get my life back on track.

Best: Marrying my best friend and gaining her two wonderful (mostly) children.

In between I completely changed careers and it seems mostly for the better. I've had the same job for 3.5 years and that is a personal record I'm ashamed to say. I bought a house of my own, and have filled it with the things that make us happy. Got rid of all the leftover hand-me-down stuff. Started to plan for the future. I am still filled with trepidation as to how I am going to retire before I turn 112 with my under performing 401K but hopefully I have a long lost uncle somewhere and he bequeaths me an island.

I'm cautiously optimistic for the twenty teens.

I can't tell if this is brutal honesty or just another pathetic "out-tribulation-the-other-person" contest.

It's curious the level of hostility some of you show others when they don't want to engage in your groupthinklovefest.

Hey Im cool if people don't want to join in with a love fest or has a different opinion, it would be so boring if we were all the same and its great for discussions.
But when someone mocks people who have faced or are facing serious illnesses or lost family members then Im going to be a bitch. Its one thing to laugh at someone's film or music tastes its quite another to minimise their suffering to a punchline when you have no idea what they are going through.
There are not many trolls on pajiba and I for one would like to keep it that way.

Plus if you check any of my posts I haven't mentioned any problems etc but everyone is still really cool and funny and not aiming Hostility Torpedos in my direction.

I agree with maybe half of the opinions that are held by most Pahibans (based on the results when they are polled) and yet I can still interact with everyone without being snotty and mean. What a curious idea. Actually reading other people's opinions and then interacting with them in a humorous or civil manner.

I'm not really sure what annoys some people about other people interacting and genuinely enjoying each others' company but it seems like it would be a miserable way to live one's life. Spender and Meaux especially are never judgmental to anyone and are being picked on simply because they stuck up for their friends (and even tried to do it in a light or humorous way). Just because you happen to be cynical or miserable does not mean that's how everyone else operates.

For the record, if you come on a website with the sole purpose of shooting your mouth off about all the other commenters then you are a troll and a miserable person.

Thanks Nieve, though I believe you're really killing this thread (in a different way than your name suggests) more than anyone.

One thing that bugs me is that people like Poultice (although he seems to be trying to be as unreasonable as possible) and Recondite say things like "Why are you getting so worked up about it/ directing so much ire towards us?" when Poultice is making fun of people living with cancer or just recovering from it. How much worse can you get? I was completely joking when I suggested that Poultice was the worst person on earth at first but he may actually be a pretty good example of the worst kind of person. It makes me sad that there are people like that out there. Just terrible.

Go ahead and mock everyone for being hipsters if that's what you think of everyone on the site but why would you ever think it is acceptable to say such horrible things to people going through such horrific experiences? Sociopath.

Ouch becks, what did I do? You just reiterated the same point I made a couple posts earlier so wheres the beef?

The only beef is a hot juicy burger with extra onions and mayo that I made and cut in half for us to split while we rant angrily about how much we hate insensitive nutjobs who think that being sensitive is a bad thing.

Ah......any chance you can send me a noughties slang dictionary? I still use lingo like cool and sound and wicked and on occasion rad.

Sorry for the whole jumping down your throat usage of the word Beef....Its been a long day and Im not as down as I used to be.

best i got my high school diploma.
worst my Grandmother didn't live to see me get it.

My brother died on the morning of December 29th. It was entirely unexpected.
He was 44.
Fuck you aughts.

Oh, Yaksman, I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope the tens are kinder to you and your family.

"I was completely joking when I suggested that Poultice
was the worst person on earth at first but he may actually
be a pretty good example of the worst kind of person."

LOL! This entire thread is based on throwing pearls before
swine, and Becks acts all surprised when she hears someone oink.

Nice backpedal/repedal on the "Poultice is the worst person
on earth" thing, though.

Golly--considering it's a non-interaction presented in the form of an ASCII message thrust into an internet void, you seem to be taking this pretty hard. Sorry, fella, I'd been having far too much fun playing Whack-a-Troll here this weekend, but I'll stop now.

"you seem to be taking this pretty hard"

Ah, the old You-Keep-Replying-So-You-Must-Be-Deeply-
Emotionally-Invested Gambit!

And less than 60 seconds after my post. Deliciously ironic.

Poultice, you remind me of the junior college business professor from Tom Cruise’s “Cocktail.” The real world must be a bitch for you.

DeistBrawler, by making assumptions about my intent
based solely on the quality and length of the ASCII words
I "pump out", you are only serving to prove my point.

Ultimately, you know nothing at all about me beyond the
words I post here (and even they may be lies or half-truths).
And yet, you are attempting to assign intimacy and profundity
to the cancer-survivor self-help-group ramblings (and resulting
pats-on-the-back) of everybody else?

It is my opinion that you cannot receive comfort from a complete
stranger, over the Internet, in ASCII text. It only cheapens the
meaning and depth of your experience and further alienates you
from the benefits of real-world relationships. YMMV.

“It is my opinion that you cannot receive comfort from a complete
stranger, over the Internet, in ASCII text.”

Apparently dude you don’t have a webcam, because I’ve been comforted personally by some women who were complete strangers over the internet.

*starts masturbating*

Shit...where do I start?

by making assumptions about my intent based solely on the quality and length of the ASCII words I "pump out", you are only serving to prove my point.

What is your point? Have I missed that? Oh wait, is this your point?

Ultimately, you know nothing at all about me beyond the words I post here (and even they may be lies or half-truths).

So...you're basically telling me to fuck off because I'm doing to you exactly what you are doing to everyone else? Is that my understanding? You are insulting people for seeking comfort and judging them when you know nothing at all about [them] beyond the words [they] post here.

"you are attempting to assign intimacy and profundity to the cancer-survivor self-help-group ramblings of everybody else?"

And you are commenting why? I think that is what I am still trying to understand. If you don't agree with what is going on why are you even commenting on them? If someone else was upholding your argument/position/point, (that I have yet to find) I could understand your reason to continue on your diatribe.

It is my opinion that you cannot receive comfort from a complete stranger, over the Internet, in ASCII text.

Would you quit with the damn ASCII text thing already? Are you writing on a typewriter or by hand? No? No? Wait...so are you saying if someone sends you a letter, by hand, it makes a difference? What are you like 80? And why can't a stranger give you comfort? By the way...I thought I already described how many of the Jibans aren't strangers.

It only cheapens the meaning and depth of your experience and further alienates you from the benefits of real-world relationships.

What are the benefits of real-world relationships? In fact, from what I'm reading, it is peoples "real-world relationships" that are causing them the most stress, saddness, and discomfort. True, these real life situations also provide them with the most love. As for help...are you saying that the families of those who died in 9-11 weren't comforted by the millions of prayers and support from total strangers? Grief is grief...support is support. True, the person you are talking to can't hug you, but they can give you a lift just with written words. How do you think Shakespeare, Emerson, Yeats, and Keats managed to get their points across? By talking to everyone they knew?

"Fighting on the internet is like competing in the special olympics-even if you win you're still retarded."

I know this...

I know.

I like that XKCD comic:

"Hold on, I have to win this fight on the internet!"

or something like that...

I’m just a guy trying to make my way through the universe, DeistBrawler.

@Lake

Thanks! Not too far away. Also, that is so weird!

I was thinking of her, too, becks. Even as someone who tends to lurk more than post, I was moved by her story and by how so many rallied around her and her family -- a beautiful example of real connection online.

Alright i'm on my meds this morning so i'm going to try my best to be coherent for a little bit here.

Both the highlight and lowpoint of the aughts occured in the same year for me. It was the summer of 2002 and Interpol's 'Turn on the Bright Lights' had been spinning in my car stereo for a month straight. We were in the middle of a heat wave here in Western Canada and I had just spent the last week finishing up my warehouse job. My family and I were spending the last two weeks of summer at our gulf island cabin before the school semester started up again. I wondered why they call this period the dog days of summer. Life was good.

I had the afternoon off the day before we left and I remember feeling especially lazy. It was beautiful outside and I was feeling guilty sitting inside watching re-runs of Fresh Prince. I turned off the TV, stood up, and walked outside the screen door.

My eyes were forced shut by the light reflecting off my patio. I took a step forward onto the grass and was greeted by my 2 year old golden retriever Koda. He looked twice as bored as I was and I concluded we could both use a walk. His excitement as I attached his leash motivated me to go somewhere other than our usual trek around the park behind my home. Today we would go to the beach.

We arrived to the steps of the rocky shore within 15 minutes. The tide was already coming in and although I couldn't tell yet, I could feel the beach was empty. We ran down the steps together and I took off his leash. Koda spotted some seagulls and sprinted off into the distance. I laughed to myself and sat down on a rock and watched.

'Hi'

I turned around. Standing behind me was the most beautiful woman I had seen in my life. Brown hair, freckles and the kind of eyes that one can get lost in. She was wearing a faded blue t-shirt and a denim skirt.

'Hi' I replied almost stuttering.

She smiled. Perfect. I watched her every move as she walked down the steps and sat next to me. Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down, And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school.

When a couple of guys who were up to no good,Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air."

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

"Becks, you are wasting your time trying to explain to
Poultice the concept of pajiba."

Actually, you're all doing a fine job of demonstrating it.

Going merely by the response to my posts in this single thread,
you're a suspicious, insular clique of insecure hipster doofuses
who are far more willing to insult and reject a newbie than offer
even the tiniest shred of welcome.

Because my opinions do not merge with the (mostly assumed)
Pajiba groupthink, I am quickly labeled a troll and dubbed the
worst person on the planet.

Because I employ the full, rich spectrum of the English language
(Ooooo! "Posit"!), I am called a pretentious pedant.

It's laughable that you actually consider this site unique and important
when, socially, it's really no different than Fark or 4Chan. But with
a higher level of desperation and self-congratulatory pole-polishing.

It's bad enough that someone (Spender, I think) wrote, "The pitiful
poetry posted by Poultice is proof positive of a pathetic prejudice
against Pajibans for preferring people to propaganda propagated
by pedants."

What's worse is that someone actually responded to this grade-
school alliteration with "I love you!".

And you wonder why I get douche chills.

When you consider that it has been made abundantly clear that
the only way I will ever be accepted here is if I change my
handle, my attitude, and become more in alignment with your
groupthink, it's not difficult to imagine what the haughty
'concept' of what Pajiba is all about.

Poultice, I get you I really do. I think I understand where you come from. You simply came here and made a comment that was counter to what we think and immediately some people here jumped on you. My question is do you want to be a part of this community or do you just want to fight?

You missed that extra "what" in my last sentence, DeistBrawler.

I feel like we're really doing Godtopus' work trying to convince Poultice he should be nice. Someone has to. Imagine if those ghosts hadn't bothered to visit Scrooge. Tiny Tim would be dead. Think about that.

(Don't think about it too hard though because it will give you brain damage.)

I started the decade as a 29 year old with serious, untreated anxiety issues, a complete and utter lack of self-confidence, a five year old, a marriage that was a bit rocky, and too much debt. Later on in that crappy year of 2000, we were going to get one of the worst presidents ever. Whoo! The only bright point was that I was loving my career at that point.

Ten years later, I'm a 39 year old who has finally tackled the anxiety and self-confidence issues (and won!), the 5 year old is 15, the marriage is rocking along nicely, and I have a BIT less debt. I also have a master's degree now! (Otherwise, there'd be a lot less debt.)

I've also reunited with my very beloved brother, who dropped off the face of the earth in 2000.

In other words, in 2000, I could only find a few positives to my life.

In 2010, I can only find a couple of negatives: I'm rapidly approaching a career crisis (it's gone stagnant and completely unchallenging) and an impending empty nest crisis. Don't know how the first one will turn out, I can guess how the second one will turn out (super-independent daughter will go somewhere in-state, I will cry a lot, then get some new hobbies or something.)

I think that discussing cancerous tumours and mental health issues and relatives' deaths on a movie-critic discussion board is almost insurmountably cheap."

Ahhhh. But that is what you have to understand. This isn't just a "movie" site. Have you not noticed that? Just look at the topic of this thread. Does it have anything to do with movies. I think you are failing to realize that this is a "community" as others have put it. We follow each others lives.

"It's interesting. You laud Spender for NOT taking himself seriously, but criticize me when I refuse to take seriously this contrived self-help thread of a decade's worth of death and disease."

Ummmm how is it "contrived?" Am I looking at the wrong definition? We know Spender for his personality. Which is evident both in his written word and in real life. We don't know you. As you don't know us.

If you have made your only argument that you are going to make on this thread why do you continue? Your point has been made. "I think this thread/topic is stupid/pointless." There, done, you can stop now. Your argument is going no where and falling upon deaf ears. What reason do you have to continue?

I forgot some good and bad.

Good: in the aughts my best friend moved back to my city. This is the first time we've lived this close to each other since college (we grew up together). I'm beyond thrilled.

Bad: father-in-law was diagnosed with stage IV cancer, given a few months to live. So this year will bring a closing of a life dear to us.

I don't think you get it Poultice. I don't give a shit what your beliefs are. You can believe whatever you want but you don't have to be so offensive about it.

I don't understand why the fact that you don't connect to anyone over the internet means that none of us are allowed to connect to each other over the internet. It sounds like you're the one who's intolerant of other people expressing their opinions since you feel the need to come on this thread (that you've basically insisted you have no use for) to inform us that we should also have no use for it.

You're the one who insulted the way someone wrote in the first place and now you have a problem with Spender or Deist mocking the things you're typing. Your arguments make no sense. People shouldn't have made fun of you after you made fun of us. No one can have a relationship on this website because you don't have any online relationships, yet you think everyone is entitled to their opinion. It's all so very silly.

"There, done, you can stop now. Your argument is
going no where and falling upon deaf ears."

It's really an epidemic, this Pajiban need to speak for other
people. How do you know how many ears this thread is
falling on, and what percentage are deaf?

If you hadn't noticed, we'd sort of moved on, anyway. We're
now examining the societal mores of Pajiba as a whole, and
the subtle pressures which have driven its membership
toward homogenization (a.k.a. "not being a dick").

Oh! Another good thing! I discovered the profound beauty that is Adventureman. I love that guy.

Did anyone catch his entry above? How can someone be so endearing and baffling and awesome and hilarious all at the same time?

He's a treasure, seriously. Please stick around, guy.

Yes it does Poultice, most guys that are overweight hang out here because they have trouble getting women.

"I don't understand why the fact that you don't connect
to anyone over the internet means that none of us are
allowed to connect to each other over the internet."

I haven't told anyone what they can and can't do -- unlike you,
who recently told me to change my nickname and my attitude.

Why is my opinion that posting a decade's worth of personal
tragedy on the Internet for the unwashed masses to peruse
so radical? Why does it threaten you so much?

I know this is late, but I wanted to say to The Kilted Yaksman that I'm really sorry about your brother passing away.

Poultice, this is a place where we discuss our hopes and dreams, and sometimes we discuss our fears. We want you to be a part of it.

Ohhhh, we got us a ladies man here folks. He be gettin' all the trim. By chance do you toss salads?

Poultice just a hint, when arguing make sure you quote the right post with the right commenter, Im the one that said I was a bitch-Becks has been completely rational, diplomatic, honest and has put forth articulate, well worded arguments.

Man is it wrong Im kind of offended Poultice wont argue with me and keeps giving other people credit for my comments? I mean it takes a lot of time to come up with sarcastic, off the cuff sounding comments y'know? I spend a lot of time going through the deep, dark recesses of my rage to find coherent sentences and insults and when the insultee doesnt respond or care......well it hurts.

Im gonna have beer and watch Bulgarian Dwarf porn. Not cos I like it I just want the hurt to go away.

I'll fight with you, Nieve! You wench!

Snuggiepants you miss the point entirely, Poultice has wanted to talk about sex all alone. His coming here and starting a fake argument about what we talk about was just a ruse to get in a heated argument that would eventually lead to sex talk. This guy is nothing more than some lonely and bored schmuck with a rock hard pecker.

"If you come into my house and say my mother's stupid
then my family is probably going to hate you too... not
because you have a different opinion than we do but
because you're a jerk. Do you understand?"

Sure. Except I didn't say anyone's mother was stupid, I said that
this discussion thread was contrived and served no benefit. The
fact that you're giving an Internet discussion board emotional
equivalency to your mother is perhaps the most revealing
statement yet.

"This guy is nothing more than some lonely and bored
schmuck with a rock hard pecker."

I can imagine no better demonstration of the type of symbolic
threat my 'disruptive' presence represents than this awesome
penetrative phallic imagery.

Well Poultice earlier I said you were a ladies man and you didn't say anything, and that lead me to believe that you were single. And now you're telling me that you aren't a ladies man, which is it?

I dig how Adventureman goes from complete incoherence in one comment, to decent flow in another and almost makes sense now and then. Always a delight to try to wrap my brains around him (there's a visual for ya). I can respect his ability to quote the Fresh Prince of Belair song--I can still sing that one pretty well myself.

lainiefig, everyone in this room wear more than one mask.

"I didn't compare this thread to my mother. I compared you
calling someone I like names to you saying something mean
about my mother.

Allow me to point out that you described me as The Worst
Person on the Earth long before I called anyone any names.
In fact, you called me this in response to my criticism of this
topic (and my quickly-fulfilled prediction that it would turn
into a cancerfest), not for attacking any individual.

Becks, you have obviously been elected -- or have elected
yourself -- to be the moral guardian of Pajiba.

[I'm kind of picturing the guy who spoke on behalf of Sauron
at the gates of Mordor here]

The problem is, you have a narrow view of what constitutes
"dick" behaviour, and often exemplify such behaviour yourself,
expecting clemency based on your self-appointed position.

Using your own ridiculous comparison, ask yourself what
would happen if you came to my house and called my mother
the worst person on earth.

lainiefig I've been posting to a particular forum for about ten years and one woman in particular was consistently needling and nasty, dealing out low blows instead of engaging in thoughtful discussion. She didn't have a friend in sight.

I found out she lives very near me and in a burst of goodwill, she invited me for drinks at a local restaurant.

To my amazement, she was absolutely delightful. It astounded me so that I asked her what the deal was with her internet presence. It's just a persona, she said. She's "mostly bored" and does it for kicks. For the drama. Something to get involved in.

I have the feeling the same is true for most intentionally prickish behavior on the internet. It stems from boredom.

For anyone who has any doubts about whether I 'like' Pajiba,
allow me to share the following.

I copy and paste almost every Pajiba review (including the
comments) into a single-spaced, 9.5-point Barmeno, three-
column Word template that I created for this purpose and
read them in a scalding hot, Epsom salt bath on Sunday
afternoons. When I'm done, I am the hue of an overcooked
lobster and the floor is littered with wrinkled, dampened
pages. If I find a reference or a link that I wish to research
further, I will rip it out of the page and stick the scrap of
damp paper to the ceramic tiles surrounding the bathtub.

A collection of really good articles can make the bathroom
look like a wet papier-mâché bomb went off in there.

Snuggiepants you've just brought tears to my eyes, you’ve described my online life perfectly. I’ve been a dick on several websites all because I get bored. I’ve even been banned from some websites. I just want to be liked, I just want people to talk to me but I don’t know how to go about engaging people in conversation. I’m really a great guy, I’m shy at first but when push comes to shove I can be a great friend.

Poultice That actually sounds quite nice.

Your opinion of non-film review threads has been noted, I'm sure.

I always like to go back to the beginning of the story, as it were, to find the original source of trouble and it seems that you object strongly to the word "nips."

I'll leave it up to you and/or others here to find the source of that trouble. Some ideas: nipple problems, maybe? Inverted? Strange discharge? Three of them?

Hate the word "nipple" and any varation of it? (I can empathize, as I hate the word "pus." And related: "oozing.")

Perhaps it made you think on some subconscious level of breast cancer. That's never pleasant.

Or nip could mean nipper. As in young kids. And maybe you detest children. OR: really love them, but have none in your life as of now?

I realize I am simply some sort of code right now, but I thought I'd try to get to the heart of the issue you have had tonight with this particular comment diversion. After all, it is simply a diversion. One easily overlooked if you don't like it.

Orrin Hatch I've never noticed you being a dick. I'm not too sure if you were being serious or sarcastic or a combination, but I really haven't.

Thank you Snuggiepants, I like this website and I like the people of this website.

meaux, you're fun. You live where I used to live until very recently too so I've always felt a connection with you!

Also, is Orrin Hatch really MPD, or just playing one?

"If you enjoy the place then why call everyone
hipsteresque douchebags?"

I didn't call everyone a hipsteresque douchebag.

TK suggested you were Pookie a few days ago. I can't decide. Pookie got banned from the site and you claim to have been banned from some sites. Coincidence? The mystery continues...

I'm sorry I guess you just said something to the effect of "This place is packed to the brim with hipsteresque douchebags." My humblest apologies for misrepresenting your opinion sir.

"MPD? What the heck is going on here?"

People with MPD ask that question frequently.

"...you just said something to the effect of "This place is
packed to the brim with hipsteresque douchebags."

I can see how you might be confused. It's just that the
hipsteresque douchebags float.

I just felt that you should all know...Im wearing a Onsie and I love it!!!!!!!!

that is all

Awww, see you can be funny and kinda nice when you wanna be. I don't mind being called a hipsteresque douchebag at all if it makes me laugh. It's all about the execution.

Sorry, Orrin--they're past (pookie) and present (TK) commenters and/or contributors around these parts. There's a "dictionary" link at the top of the page with more info on these characters. (The problem with being such a bunch of regulars here; we sometimes just assume that everybody already knows this silliness!)

What the hell is a Onsie, and is it see through?

Thanks for explaining for him meaux. I always forget that people have no clue who Pookie is. He seems so prevalent in today's society. Bluenoser means Nova Scotian in Canada TSF.

Nieve I haven't worn a onesie since I was an infant! Is it as fun as I don't remember it being?

becks I hope I DON'T because that would make me some sort of fucking Dipwad Hipster Douchebag McTryingtoohard. NOT THAT!

Nieve, that sounds like my blue fleece one-piece long underwear that I got for winter work in the woods. They totally have a bum-flap. Soooo comfy, and yet soooooo unsexy!

Snuggie its like heaven in footsie pyjamas.

Orrin a onsie is like a babygrow for adults in a non fetish way its really warm and snuggle. But if you want it to be a see through negligee then go for it.

Poultice.....wanna cookie?

No, Orrin, Pookie was just a person who went way too far in his comments on Pajiba. Way too far. That's all.

"Just had to goddamn get that off your chest once and for
all and drive-by insult someone?"

But... I'm still here.

Half of you are bitching because I'm sticking around to defend my
point, and the other half are calling me a drive-by insult artist!

Nieve Onesies here are these cotton short sleeved things babies wear that snap at the crotch and don't generally have legs to them.

It's remarkable how many definitions in the Pajiba Dictionary
refer to breasts and vaginas. Is there some historical thrust
behind this gynocelogical fixation?

Snuggie its definitely not that!
Its like a bright pink, all in one pyjama with footsies on it. like a romper suit but for a big girl! and so unbelievably comfortable snug as a bug in a rug oh Meaux Im loving the envy Mwahahahahahaaaaa

Poultice, dude, please, get over yourself. You sound like a broken record, we get it, you’re smart and we're not.

I think she meant that at first you may have intended to simply be a drive-by insult artist. That's why you were shocked that people responded to your comment, because you thought you would just throw it out there and no one would say anything about it.

I don't know if that's what you actually thought would happen, I'm just trying to clarify the question she asked.

The Pajiba dictionary is the best place to look if you want to gauge the irreverence of the general tone of conversation around here.

TSF It just occurred to me that I might know you elsewhere. Might I?

Oops, she already clarified better than I could. Sorry to reiterate.

meaux,

My couch is available to you, and any other Pajiban.

Snuggiepants,

I honestly have no idea. I stay in Govan, my real name is John and I am very, very good looking.

"The Pajiba dictionary is the best place to look if you want
to gauge the irreverence of the general tone of conversation
around here."

More behavioural direction from the ever-helpful Becks.

You might be surprised to learn that I don't want to gauge
anything, and the last thing I want my tone to be is 'general'.

Oh, so are you in the business Poultice?

I think Poultice may be showing his humorous side now. I think there's a slight possibility he is not the worst person in the world and simply stated his opinion in a way that came off snottier than he intended and then kept ratcheting up the snark as the rest of us did because he was offended at the literal reading of my initial comment that he was possibly the worst person in the world(Whew, that sentence was almost as long as this thread). I may have actually set Poultice's descent into motion. For that I apologize to Poultice and to everyone that had to go through that.

She was more asking if that was your intent? If you can lead a normal life without inferring intent then I'd like to see it.

"I may have actually set Poultice's descent into motion. For
that I apologize to Poultice and to everyone that had to go
through that."

This admission is both extremely gracious and somewhat humbling.

For my own part, I do tend to sway further toward edginess than
the average netizen, and should be taken with a grain of salt.

If there is a way to guarantee that none of my posts will ever
qualify for that Eloquence of the Week thingy, I may actually
stick around.

I was actually saying the stuff about the dictionary for Orrin's benefit since he seemed to be trying to figure out the frequently mentioned names and the general tone of the place.

Thank you for the always lovely response though Poultice. I think we can come up with a few words to describe your personal tone that wouldn't compare it to the general tone, don't worry.

I just felt that you should all know...Im wearing a Onsie and I love it!!!!!!!!

that is all

Posted by: Nieve 'The Threadkiller Queen' at January 3, 2010 8:30 PM
---
I'm sportin' the Onesie look myself these days.

Loe it? Well ... it beats Nonesies.

*winks a "bring it on" wink at poultice*

And THAT is all.

Orrin Hatch , I said hush now.

*--Love it.

Sorry folks, it's definitely been real and as always I enjoy your company but I must be off with some friends now. I'm glad you're starting to come around a little Poultice. I swear there are a lot of great people on here and you'll enjoy yourself if you give them a chance (even more than you've been enjoying it so far). I enjoy all kinds of things that people on here consider to be borderline retarded and they're still nice to me so they'll be tolerant of opinions as long as you're not too mean with them.

Night everybody! I'll do a shot for ya!

Cheers, becks! Two shots for me--I'm from Cape Breton, you know.

Fair enough, Poultice.

Wait...what if we're talking about a group of small sandpipers, which are collectively known as peeps? Can we use the word then?

Wow, go away for a bit and nothing changes!

Adventureman, that was brilliant!

Neive, I am very jealous! I would do unspeakable things for jammies with feet!

Oh Poultice? peeps peeps peeps peeps PEEPS. Dont tell me what I can or can't say ever again. And trust me no one is ever going to get clingy or lovey over you. Way to turn a nice welcome into a snarky comment.

Ah Eyvi dont worry about it you should see some of the spellings Iv had, yeeesh! But yeah my jammies are soooo nice! Primark baby £8 and you will also have the luxury of an all in one.

"Dont tell me what I can or can't say ever again. Way to
turn a nice welcome into a snarky comment."

If there's one benefit to my sharp edge, it's that it quickly and
effectively reveals the insecurities of those who have the sack
to interact with me. You, for example, probably have a problem
with authority figures.

Best:

Turning 30
Travelling all over Europe
Marriage of sister
Birth of niece
Engagement of other sister
My wedding day
Weight loss
Discovering ex husband has remarried and having no feelings about that whatsoever
Making new friends
Spending more time with old friends
Discovering Pajiba (should probably be on top of list)
Transitioning from music teaching to public servant (godtopuss knows, I miss the students – or most of the students – but the system is very sick and needs fixing people!)
As a result of said career change being able to pee whenever I need to
As a result of the above, no more urinary tract infections…
Finally learning that happiness is a choice I make – not a condition brought about by any other fucker

Worst:
Turning 30
Divorce
Lost of two grandparents
Weight gain
Discovering that any comments I might make here are largely too late because of time difference

So on balance more good than bad! But I’m still expecting the next decade to be better.

Ya know... I love most everyone here in a very real way, even the ones who are being internet mean to me (NICOLE... call me).
Anyone who doubts the love here, just mess with my kids and I WILL fuck you up.

It hasn't been said in a while so I'm just gonna throw it out there, I love you Spender!

Meaux, I didn't even read your post but I still did two shots for you. Go figure. My head hurts. I'm not going to get much done today.

Can management tell who Pookie is now? If you know which one of those two is Pookie then you should tell us. I'd love to have a 'Pookie's new handle' update every few weeks just so that we know who we're really dealing with.

yeah Poultice its not an insecurity its my personality, dude I know I have issues with authority like duh! I dont need some wannabe psychologist giving me a second rate analysis based on a comment I made on a forum. I have extensivly detailed my hatred for those in authority and for those who try and tell me what to do. But you obviously need an ego stroking so here its goes

Oh poultice you genius! You have finally figured out all my issues and insecurities! because you were rude to me and in retaliation I was rude back, you have used that incredible brain of your to deduce that I dont like being told what to do! even though thats what I already said in my comment!! Your a Genius! How can a website such as pajiba possibly keep up with your grand intellect and impossibly keen sense of observation?? I bow down to you oh great one.

Was it good for you?

ok bored now lets talk about something else...like... PRIMARK!!!

WasNT! damn my fast typing!

Wow. I am almost never wordless, but this... this thread. Wow.

Happy New Year/Decade, everyone!

"...its not an insecurity its my personality."

And I'm not a prick; that's mine.

"Your a Genius!"

It's 'You're'.

"I'm late to the party and havent read a single thing but
Nieve has regailed (sp?) me of the happenings on this
thread. So to sum up, Poultice, fuck yourself in the eye
socket with a cactus and be told bitch."

It's so refreshing to see people get a balanced view of things
before commenting.

causaubon (sometimes), where did you go??!
I'm dead serious about attending your bar opening!

I demand details. Are you on facebook? You can find me on the Pajiba page under Who's who.

Discourse is lovely. Assholery is not.

I disagree. Assholery, well performed, is art.