Wow! I thought we called a cease-fire. Evidently not.
madame_zora said:
Bullshit! That site is exactly two days old, and the link is in my signature. You didn't just "happen" upon it casually, it isn't possible.
Okay, let's get a good working definition here. I think a deliberate effort to find that page would involve, say, a Google search or a painstaking pour-over of your information, here or elsewhere. Believe me when I say that I'm not capable of or willing to pay you any more attention than you already get. You've got a nice rack, but you just don't turn it on for me, so...
Since it only takes one click, and your URL comes up enough times during one visit through LPSG's pages, it was only a matter of time, dear.
madame_zora said:
Right. So how does that give to the right to tell me what I may or may not say when I'm not here? Have you ever spoken MY name elsewhere?
Oh, sure. My blog entry entitled
"A Case Study on Authenticity" was drafted August 31, 2005 -- pushing eight months ago. While I certainly had my choice words for you, it was really more of a reflection and processing of why people choose to lie about themselves on the Internet. It was an open reflection, not necessarily a rant. And, as you can surely see in other threads, I'm not the only one who has wondered that question or tossed that about or really needed to get a little pissed and vocalize some shit regarding fakers. Either way, I had no intention of ever removing that post, but I would make that the end of it.
So, recognize this -- it ain't about you.
And other than the spats we get into periodically on here, I think that's about the "it" of it. Like we had concurred earlier in a private message, we don't really do much in the way of communicating other than barbing each other. Not that that is a bad thing or a good thing; that's just the nature of how we operate. That's our groove. It's fun. You keep me on my toes. And every now and then, you say something way over the top that I can't help but laugh and remark.
madame_zora said:
As the site is a spoof of Jacinto's demise, it was posted as what it is, a "Jacinto quote". Very mysterious.
So I'm wrong for asking first, just so I don't jump to conclusions? Okay.
madame_zora said:
You gave me a whole 30 minutes!! How nelly is that? That's right, it was just thirty minutes after you sent me the PM that you posted this thread, you little girl.
Oh, honey, as far as I'm concerned, you live, breathe, and suck the dick of your mini-tower every single day. I guess that's a perk from working at home. But yeah, I agree that I have a bit of a quick trigger. I guess it's because I see you posting online and writing, and I figure it would take all of two seconds to say, "Yo, it's a joke. Don't mean anything by it. Sorry for giving you something to miscontrue."
No, seriously -- type that line. Only takes about 15 seconds.
Why you
didn't do it was your decision, since evidently it's not much of a time issue. And even after we got the differences aired out, you seemed to be okay with it here, but...
madame_zora said:
Keep WHAT private? "Nelly waiter" IS the issue, not the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Mysteriously, YOU found it, on a site where you were not a member, within hours! Are you bugging my computer?
No, Jana. I'm not bugging your computer.
DMW's Memorial Club. Honey, the very notion of it is entertaining as hell considering that the dude never existed in current form in the first place. It's like that train wreck principle. It's not funny one bit, but you're morbidly curious enough to at least check it out. That's all.
madame_zora said:
I guess you mean any time you make a demand, it is your DUE. Do you even know what a chode you are?
It's directly proportional to your level of bitchiness. Of course, I'm talking about the very same woman who prides herself on intellect and argumentation, yet will refer to someone as a "chode" if they have a point worth its scraps. Ohhhhh yes... I forgot. But yeah, simple question needed a simple response, wasn't any more complicated than that, no no.
madame_zora said:
If I cared at all what you thought, that might bother me. Since I've told you repeatedly that I don't, I have no idea why you keep asking the same question.
...because I mistakenly assumed that once we in the snowball's chance of Hell probability that we agree on something, that we stick to the course. My bad. You know, sometimes I'm even willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, and then I forget who the fuck I'm dealing with.
madame_zora said:
Yes Dee, we had buried the hatchet, looks like you dug it up. Now, I know you think your post was one of a wounded soul unfairly taxed, but I'm calling bullshit here. You have no presense on the board to speak of for months, yet when I post ONE FUCKING SENTENCE on another site, you find it instantly. No, you're not obssesed, right. What would an actual COUNT of your posts reveal? Quick, hurry up and delete everything you've ever written, haha. I got past fifty without going very far, there will be hundreds easily. As always, your lack of self awareness astounds me.
Looks like we have our old hobby back, you must have missed me.
It wasn't bullshit yesterday, huh? Unless I'm misreading the message, you actually took responsibility for your call, and explained how it was just something dumbass had said a while back and that was the be-all and end-all of it. And I thought, "Cool. Alright, now I get it."
And 1650, much like your attractiveness in a bustier, is also a joke. Pulled that number right out of the area. Well, actually, I counted 44 then I decided that I probably had way more non-DMW stuff to say...
But why, Jana? Why were we in agreement about this just a bit ago, even after all of yesterday you saw that this thread was up and runnin', THEN you decide to smart off?
I don't know. Like I said, I got a little bit of angry quick-trigger and just posted -- vented, even. I'm still holding out the notion that maybe it sucks to get your thumb knicked by an ill-placed zipper stitch.
I've got an idea, though. Hear this out. See, strong personalities like yours hate, hate, hate it when someone is willing to step up to them. It's like we're all in elementary school and you're the big girl threatening to kick everyone's asses if they get in your way. So, verbally, you oscillate between this sexpot hottie MILF-wannabe type character who adores and craves the attention of her men, and this barb-wire badass who is willing to stomp anyone into their place with her choice epithets like "twatface" or "assmuncher" or something. And if you can't fleshpile 'em, you'd rather berate them. No happy mediums with you.
Z-snaps included, honey, I am not and refuse to be someone who cowers down to you. I'll let you be right when you are right with something, but I certainly won't let you fly off the handle and expect me to just take it.
And this whole obsession notion is just fuckin' ridiculous, Jana. It's a simple Internet law of few degrees of separation, and I certainly don't care to overtax Google's servers by logging information about you. I just won't let you talk shit when you think you can get away with it, and I'll
continue to hold your feet to the fire until you yelp, move the fuck on, get your shit in order, or come up with something more conversational and dialogical to promote an exchange of ideas, honey, an exchange. I'm going to continue to spar with you when we disagree, and I'm not going to let you get in the last word without a good fight.
Call it pride.
Call it the soul of debate.
Call it being a bitch.
Whatever, chick, that's just what the fuck I'm gonna do.
So, any part of that still unclear?
You make the choice. And if you can't, then we're gonna keep dancing this dance to the chagrin and to the lamentation and maybe even to the sick and twisted entertainment of people who reference *getting popcorn* and *sitting by the sidelines,* and even a *bran muffin* or two.
Now. When you've got something
worthwhile to say, clue me in. Otherwise, you can get back to sewing.