I can’t wait to use that one as a union steward sometime! WOOT! 
Union BA: Okay, just calm down. We’ll file a grievance. But I don’t wanna hear about you and him going at it in the parking lot, capiche?
Bo: Fuck off! Stand not between me and the object of my wrath! ROOOOAAARR!!
Bo.. Like that, eh? I stole that from Alan Moore.
When I finally decide to fuck with somebody it’s best to just let me go ahead and vent.
I took that as** John’s** comment as meaning that John has developed a thick skin, and so isn’t that much affected by Blake, rather than than Blake has a thick skin.
I’d have to agree that Blake can’t take it. If someone gives him some of his own medicine, he can become quite petulant. But I didn’t expect him to vanish like this.
Yes, that’s correct. I don’t encounter **Blake **much in GD, so I don’t really have a good measure of the thickness of his skin. GQ is a very different kind of forum.
LXG? Me, I’m still waiting for a backdown from Blake on that whole “literal beatification” thing. Looks like it’ll be a while coming…
John Mace. One of these days I’m going to learn to hang in GQ. It’s a fun forum when you’ve got your facts straight and can assail people forensically. I just hate the “cite” crap.
Case Sensitive. LXG? The crappy movie? Feh. SAGA OF THE SWAMP THING. “The Curse.” The full quote is, “I am woman. Stand not between me and my wrath.”
Hey, Seabrook is, uh, a really… uh, a very… uh, it’s a… it’s there damn it. And don’t you forget it.
Not the crappy movie, the great comic. If they ever filmed Moore/O’Neill version of War Of The Worlds properly, I would be first in line, if only for the scene where Hyde forcibly buggers the Invisible Man.
I always knew I liked you, Case.
Shorthand for the comic(s) is LoEG, not LXG. That’s why I asked.
Isn’t it interesting how scenes from Spielberg’s WAR OF THE WORLDS seemed to “borrow” imagery from the Moore/O’Neill comic?
Waitaminute. I’m not supposed to be in a good mood when I post to this fucking thread. I’m supposed to be wrathful. I’m supposed to be channelling Samuel L. Jackson, Ving Rhames, Suge Knight and Wesley Snipes. Back to hating Blake. Focus. Focus. That fucking twit. Grrrr.
Yeah, that whold “cite” thingy can be a pain in the ass. 
We’ve got some really smart people hanging out in GQ, and one can learn a lot in that forum. There are also lots of really stupid folks contributing, too, so if you just want to “nail” people, there is plenty of fertile ground. Kinda not very sporting, though. More like shooting fish in a barrel…
And thus my geek cred plummmets further down the rankings. Haven’t seen the Spielberg movie: does Tom Cruise get forcibly buggered at any point?
Unfortunately, no. I’m sure that would have made the ratings go through the roof.
Time’s up, Blake.
Just wanted to say I have seen some spectacular examples of cowardice in my day, but you leave me wordless.
I have never seen anyone invest this much time and energy being a damnable judgmental self-important know it all, then just wig out and flee just because one person called you on your bullshit.
I mean… just leave?
What are you, nine?
I get the feeling, Blake, that you’re lurking somewhere out there in the void, hoping I’ll forget about our little tiff, so that you can crawl back to the SDMB to post your tiny little opinions in your tiny little world with your tiny little online circle of friends.
That might have happened a few days ago.
But now?
You don’t deserve that hope.
See, I’m done with you. But more: I want everyone on the SDMB to be done with you.
I want there to be constant fear in the back of your mind that people will always remember this thread and your shitstreaked pantsless non-performance in it… and that no one will value what little you have to say anymore.
You had an opportunity to straighten this out… you fucking ran instead.
So: I now regard you as shit I wipe and flush.
No. If I’m to be truthful, I’ve shit out bowel movements with more feeling, substance and worth than you.
There is a rule in this forum where we do not wish death on anyone. So I do not wish death on you, Blake. My next few words might be taken in the wrong context as wishing for your death, but this is not true, so I want it made clear now that I value life, that I don’t wish death on anyone, that I’m politically anti-death penalty, philosophically anti-suicide except in extreme cases of avoiding an undignified death and always anti-murder. That said, I would actually be pleased to discover, in some unexpected fashion, that your inexplicable disappearance this week was caused by your tragic, unavoidable death in RL some days ago, Blake. If I found out I’ve been screaming at a dead man all week, then I could move past my Vesuvian anger at you and feel foolish, embarassed even, even contrite, and could actually permit myself to feel mournful at your passing and ashamed at my own thoughtless mockery of you. Then I could persuade myself your life had some meaning, some actual worth, and that if you had lived days ago we might have worked this out. I would prefer to think of you dying in some tragic accident than the idea of you being too cowardly to confront me.
But chances are you’re alive, Blake. I know it, you know it. EVERYONE else reading this knows it. Alive, reading this, picking your nose and no doubt eating your flavorful boogers teased from the behind your adenoids, masturbating to your life sized Olsen Twins posters over your twin bed and paralyzed by inaction, licking off your sterile ejaculate and dismayed at what people must think of you. This is what your therapist will help you later identify as the high point of your life, before deciding you’re a hopeless cause and getting the state psychiatric institution you’re admitted to lobotomize your frontal lobes.
As long as you’re alive, unwilling to own up to your stupidity, you do not have my respect, Blake. You do not have my friendship. You do not have my curiosity, my benefit of the doubt, my sympathy, my empathy. You’ve lost trust. You’re not worth my fucking pity. I have more forgiveness in me for people who abuse the elderly and rape babies.
My new loathing for you isn’t even about our original disagreement anymore. In fact, I wish you were racist, because that’s familiar territory of contempt. I don’t usually get this fucking bent out of shape over the actions of someone so utterly lacking in balls, but in one bewildering week, you managed to prove there’s no real bottom.
You are my new mental reference for total inadequacy.
Seriously. I’d prefer it if you privately contacted the Moderators and closed out your account and just got the fuck off these boards. Or started over with a new identity, one more prone to kindness and respect and not fraudulent omniscience. Even then, keep the fuck away from me. I would know it was you by the stink.
Are we clear?
This, for future reference, is how Askia conducts an attack ad hominem.
Jesus.
The moment’s over. Let it go.
Oh yeah.
Breathe, now.
Wow. You’d be happy if you found he was dead just so you could get past your “Vesuvian anger” about some posts on a message board? Hmmmmm.
Well, it’s Friday evening, at least where I am, so may I suggest you open a nice bottle of wine, have 3 or 4 glasses and see if that doesn’t quell the ol’ volcanic rage a wee bit. Dionysus is a better companion than Hephaestus any day of the week.
Blake’s 7
A self-important, look at how liberal minded I am that I hate anyone who uses bad words rant. It is just a message board and someone is acting like someone defecated upon their infant’s open mouth.
DarksideoftheFloyd. Thank you! Thank you! The reaction I was going for! :: giddy dance ::
Ogre. IT AIN’T OVER FOR ME. IT AIN’T OVER TIL’ I SAY IT’S FUCKING OVER.
(Psst. It’s over. Unless Blake shows up talking smack… then I unleash the Yo Mama jokes.)
Larry Mudd. Relax, I’m okay. Really.
John Mace. I got no money for wine, I’ve been drinking whupass all week. A vent of this magnitude needed instances of, how shall I say, hyperbolic inspiration. “Mount Saint Helenic disappointment” actually fits my mood now, but didn’t have quite the same ring.
Case Sensitive. (Groan.)
Inkubo. Yeah, yeah, it’s safe to taunt the lion that just fed.