You’re right G. Nome, this place is not what it seems. I shall now reveal to you where you really are:
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
Elf needs food, badly!
Just trying to get into the spirit of things…
G-Nome
Sheesh
First off, anyone that uses this website as a basis for their beliefs for a country of 287,849,151 + people not only fell off the Turnip Truck, but had it back up and roll over you a few times then go and run down a few immediate relatives.
I don’t go preaching much and generally think everyone is entitled to their opinions, but in reading the long diatribes and utter weirdness you laid down for the world to comment on, I have come to this conclusion
You make a Art Bell diatribe sound like a Einstein dissertation.
I mean generally the consensus of us like someone off the cuff, willing to speak their mind and an original, but cmon, I mean standing up and delivering the past couple of wonkfests and getting a kink in your hose when the majority of us go “WTF” should be a pretty good notion that you need to up the IV Drip because you are making no sense.
CIA and the US Gov probably have better things to do than do the ‘shadow government shuffle’ with you right now anyway
(Why is it always those?..wouldn’t it be refreshing to hear a paranoid blame someone else like those darn Canadians or Snap, Crackle and Pop or The board members of the Hasbro Corporation)
Look you Muldar clone…you got a nice country. Beautiful hills, great forests. Try stepping away from the closet you are currently typing in and go for a walk.
That way the black helicopters can get you…:wally
From what I’ve gathered from her previous posts, G.Nome is a highly educated woman in her forties, presently unemployed, and unable to accept the situation without resorting to laying the blame on everyone and everything around her. Other people “lesser” than her are getting jobs. Prettier? Younger? Quicker at keyboarding? Possibly that, and all the rest of the crap that goes through the mind of someone with a lot of time, and some self-esteem that goes into full blown hubris rather than take a dive into self-confidence crisis.
It makes her feel superior, justified in her education, her knowledge, to look down on others and denigrate them. She feels the reason she’s getting nowhere in life is the way New Zealand society is – and, of course! We’re part of the Evil American Empire, aren’t we? snort Sorry, guys, Seems it helps bolster her tiny little world to pour vitriole into places like the Pit and watch you burn with indignation. Probably makes a pretty little fire from wherever she hunches over the computer monitor.
G. Nome, have you considered running for Parliament? There are a lot of folks just like you there. You can play all day at making all those really important decisions, and help to really stuff up our lives.
Own the blame for a change, woman, and quit living in a class-war fantasy. You’re getting more and more bitter every day and it shows.
Will someone at least tell us what she’s on? That we can all get some, and possibly know what the fnord she’s talking about.
No dice, World Eater. Just about every G. Nome post I’ve been exposed to has read like a Dr. Bronner’s soap label. Can’t follow them. They make my brain hurt.
In my experience of G.Nome’s posts, she has lucid phases, and batshit insane phases. This is one of the latter.
Cya G. Nome!
This place truely is not what is seems. It is really the Straight Soap Message Board! Have some Lifebuoy!!
(Lifebouy, Yuk!!)
I feel like the jerk who appear at a “jumper” suicide watch.
One stands in the crowd, looking up at some poor wretch perched on the umpteenth floor ledge, threatening to jump and end it all.
While you may be as mentally unbalanced as the “jumper” I described, I feel myself wanting to yell “JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!”
That’s just not like me, but in your case, I’ll make an exception.
If you post again after this thread, you’re just a fucking attention whore , not a true jumper .
Hey, the owls are not what they seem, but you don’t see me bitchin’ about it.
I have to say I read the original thread, and this one: I still have no idea what G. Nome is talking about. And i thought my rambling posts were bad… :eek: (at least mine make a modicum of sense, in my opinion)
G. Nome, this is for you:
Blind elderly women do better than you.
F_X
OK, what are the giant "Spoiler:"s for? I don’t get it. Where do they come from? Meaning? This is as good a thread to ask on as any.
If you use the mouse to highlight the text in the black box, you can read the spoiler, but you don’t see it by accident. Unless you’re like me, and highlight text in order to scroll down.
JUMP!!!
Thanks for your attention which, strangely, I see in neutral and quantative terms rather than negative ones. This reply then, is made out of respect for the number of posts and views to this thread and, in a way, as an expression of astonishment at the resurrection of “those other threads”. I am used to being regarded as “dissonant” but not quite to this degree. I have increasing body dissonance too but that’s something only successful dieters with large breasts can understand. Like I always say though, Mr Sick Bastard’s standards are my standards.
Anyway, there’s a French art film I know exists called Querelle or something. It’s about a man who has the ability to attract and repel people but I’m not sure why. I mean, he wasn’t ugly. I didn’t see the film. I’m used to the same kind of thing. In high school boys never spoke to me. Once, rather than sit next to me one picked up his desk and moved to the back of the room. So, dissonance, dissonance, dissonance all my life.
The question is this: Just what lengths would people be prepared to go to in order to successfully reject a gift from a “dissonant” person? Assuming dissonance could possibly originate from a genetic disorder? Would someone or some people green light a terrorist organisation if the need to reject was strong enough? If they possessed an irrational belief system? Because I sent two gifts to America and both times their arrival coincided with disaster. The second time on the dot the WTC attack occurred. This is the last time I’ll ever mention this. I’m sick of it. It’s quite stupid. Thanks for your time. I tried out a new message board awhile back. I got on well, had fun. Maybe I should go back there.
[Homer] Mmmmm! dieters with large breasts [/Homer]
At last, something coherent that I can agree with.
Next time someone complains that the mods are too quick to ban people, link this thread.
You FUCKING liar.
RUN , don’t walk.
Attention seeking whore.
Ah, all is made clear! The FBI staged the attack on the WTC to destroy G. Nome’s outgoing mail! Or was it the FBI? I sense the tell-tale trace of a centuries old postal conspiracy, known only in whispers and half-told tales (and the occasional post-modern novel). Sometimes, at night, you’ll see people: the businessmen, the homeless, the soccer moms, wandering the city in the small hours, parcels and envelopes cradled in their arms like children, looking for certain garbage cans, old ones, battered, with WASTE written on them, the periods between the letters all but obscured by hungry rust and flaking paint and urban filth. When they find them, furtively they shovel their mail into the “waste bins,” knowing that they will be gone by morning, carried away by an illegal, fugitive postal system.
Beware the muted horn, G. Nome.