That’s true but I don’t know what that had to do with my post.
I don’t have any feelings about Quiddity Glomfuster and what she posts. Most times her posts are really interesting, other times they drive me a little crazy. I wouldn’t have mentioned anything if she hadn’t gone on and on for pages regarding people’s behavior in the Pit. I didn’t necessarily disagree with everything she said.
To me, jumping into a thread just to criticize the OP for no reason than I can see is far worse behavior than calling someone a name in the heat of a debate. If you want to lecture people on how to behave, take a look at this type of behavior.
I just meant that any member is free to post as they choose, within the bounds of the rules of the board. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been here since Day One or your the greenest of newbs.
And, of course, other members are free to criticize them, within the rules of the board. Which you did.
I dislike taking QG’s side over yours, but reread the Op. **Quasimodem ** appears to have leveled an attack against **Otto ** for no reason that anyone can determine. I am not sure why the Op started a pit thread, insulted **Otto ** and then apparently abandoned his pit thread. While QG, likes to say one thing while do another, her little piece of Snark was actually dead on this time.
Excellent advise. I personally have never made fun of a Lensman.
But I thought Qadgop was a classic BEM that for no discernible reason crazed nubile young earth women? Are you going to make me go back a find the reference? I have to finish something else first as you know.
My lens would be made of neutronium! Would you have a neutronium lens? I don’t think so!!
But that’s okay. Cynthia (Mrs. Mercotan) likes me as I am, especially the xmex-like snout. She’s calling me right now. Gotta run!
<<Qadgop the Mercotan slithered flatly around the after-bulge of the tranship. One claw dug into the meters-thick armor of pure neutronium, then another. Its terrible xmex-like snout locked on. Its zymolosely polydactyl tongue crunched out, crashed down, rasped across. Slurp! Slurp! At each abrasive stroke the groove in the tranship’s plating deepened and Qadgop leered more fiercely. Fools! Did they think that the airlessness of absolute space, the heatlessness of absolute zero, the yieldlessness of absolute neutronium could stop QADGOP THE MERCOTAN? And the stowaway, that human wench Cynthia, cowering in helpless terror just beyond this thin and fragile wall…>>