In "<b>Curious George: I've Been Spoofed!</b>"

Thank you Squidranch. Islander doesn't want an email from me? Think I'll go email him/her right now! Second thought - no, why bother. Peace,

Okay, I posted twice in one day yesterday. Guilty as charged. Lesson learned. No hard feelings there, at all. I should have studied the FAQ more closely - my wrong. My third "curious George" post was, however, posted the following day. I thought there might be a monkey out there who had experienced something similar to what I did, and who could provide some useful knowledge on the subject. I understand the need for general posting guidelines, and I'm certainly more than happy to comply with them, but at some point it's necessary to simply jump in with both feet and to live with the consequences. I might just be able to contribute to this site with something of value at some point, so please don't count me out just yet! I must admit that I'm a total shit when it comes to social interaction in general, but I do try to approach it with an appropriate amount of respect and concern - and I'm sorry Patita for my harsh reaction to your post above. Again, I apologize to the Monkeyfilter community if I have wasted your time - that was not my intention - why would I bother? I sense a lot of kindness coming from some of you , having received a very kind email from one of you earlier. I'm not the sort of guy who expects a warm and fuzzy response to everything I might have to post. Still, knidness does tend to make a favorable impression. I'll do my best to give some thought before I post anything more on this site. Thank you for your patience. Best to you.

Thanks, Patita, but, Goddammit, did I post irresponsibly here? I have not posted but the one time today, nor have I posted anything even remotely fucking "self-referencial." What's the Goddam problem with me asking you about a problem - that you have a problem with? - I don't know - I probably never will. I'm outta here. Enjoy. Enjoy yourselves, Monkeys.

In "An old story,"

Thanks Chyren, I'll certainly keep that in mind from now on. I did read the part about limiting posts, but it seemed like more of a suggestion than a hard-and-fast rule at the time. In any case, I'm unlikely to become a postaholic, but I do love the conversations that go on here. Best to all.

"A good post . . . is something that meets the following criteria: most people haven't seen it before, there is something interesting about the content on the page, and it might warrant discussion from others." Is this what you meant, Chyren? I apologize if this was a waste of your time, primates, though I think the post essentially met those requirements (admittedly, it did fail in the sense that it was "Linking to something old." In the interest of full disclosure, I spent several years in the community where this took place, and was interested in hearing what others might have to say about it. Please forgive a rank "newby." Next . . .

In "It's cold & rainy: let's all take a personality defect quiz!"

Well, depends on where you stand in relationship to the crying/puking continuum, of course. Oh, nevermind . . .

Baby jesus is always crying, but only pukes on occasion, so no.

"You are 28% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant." "You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being. Your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited." "I probably made you cry, didn't I? &%^$(#$ Emo Kid." No, but thanks for the deep personal insight (you anal-retentive bastard you.) Glad I could at least make Jesus puke!

In "The Ten Most Harmful Books"

Most harmful book: the telephone directory. People can actually find you with it.

The books are only effigies for what the reactionary mind really dreads: critical thought.

In "Lost!"

Turns out, the island has its own laundry room along with a complement of makeup artists, all living behind that hatch. Gilligan supplies the Ganja. Orgy continues.

In "Take your dog to work day"

What if your dog is dead?

In "Vibratory Bowl Feeder Technology."

Yeah, but is it lifelike?

In "More Christian Outreach"

Keeping the 'fundament' in fundamentalism. Just wrong.

In "The Golden Record"

"More Chuck Berry."

In "Lost!"

They'll eat some fermented berries and end up having a huge orgy before being attacked and eaten by the boars and/or will finally discover that Gilligan is living on the other side of the island.

In "More Christian Outreach"

Holy crap.

In "TVGuardian"

Silly. Just silly.

In "Why are the pretty ones always insane?"

"either way, after two it was boring...." Well, I don't know about that. My wife and I have been stalked by my wife's youngest's ex for the last couple of years. We've been approached by her while shopping for groceries and whatnot as well as hassled over the phone at odd times. For such as us this might just apply in some way. You tend to feel for all parties involved, but it might be useful to get some feedback from others who have experienced similar situations. I wouldn't dismiss it all as rank paranoia, myself; there's a lot of nutjobs wandering around out there, so I personally believe this may be of some value, approached with critical thought in mind. Long's she doesn't show up with a gun's what is all I'm saying . . . It's a challenge not to give in to paranoia, certainly - extremes only offer more of the same, really.

*does 17 lines of coke, cuts your face out of all the 'couple' pictures, cuts wrists, changes mind, puts on Band-aids, goes to club for all the free drinks the suckers will pony up before I start throwing glasses at their heads* Unless your significant other is suffering from a cold, decides to clean a gutshot muskrat, decides to do just that while you collapse, green gilled and deeply disgusticated, to the floor. Then your take on female farts tends to become a bit more magnanimus. I feel lightheaded just recalling this episode (okay - I feel lightheaded most of the time.)

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