D’oh! So much for my “nobody could possibly tell” theory.
They were probably also totally on to me when I used to go to the VSO with my Uncle Sid, weren’t they?
Anyway, about Lobsang and his obsession, I’ve stopped opening his threads, too – because I have to keep reminding myself that he’s not really a friend and I shouldn’t be spending any mental energy being concerned about him.
I feel really terrible articulating that.
Maybe it’s just too close to home. I got that pathetic about a girl once. Even though two (okay, three) people tops had a clue about it, it’s still intensely embarrassing to recall. All that crap cluttering up the archives of a message board with a large international membership? Too painful to contemplate.
When he’s finally able to shake the woolies out and gain some perspective, Lobsang is going to feel so fucking sheepish that people will reflexively make Hal Briston jokes whenever he sticks his head in. My condolences, in advance.
We do not have a rule that you cannot post drunk. (Usually we couldn’t tell, anyway, and some of you sound drunk when you’re stone sober (as opposed to stoned sober).)
We do have a bit of the neighborhood beat cop in us, that would rather pull you up out of the gutter and tell you go walk home than drag you in for public drunkeness (and go through all that messy paperwork). This is especially true if you’ve been around the neighborhood long enough that we know you actually have a home to go to and that you are not going to urinate on the front steps of the church when you’re sober.
That is the background of the “not really a rule” about Posting Under the Influence.
Hey. Power trips are not all that much fun. If you can find a Mod who is capable of expressing humor while doing the job, cut him some slack and let him be funny. We get laughed AT often enough that those Mods who are capable should be able to have folks laugh WITH them once in a while.
Oh, hell. We thought you wouldn’t hear us laughing AT you if we posted our snickers in “Comments on Staff Reports” at four in the morning on a Sunday. Busted.
I have been known to indulge in adult refreshment from time to time. The key to spotting when I’m not…at my best…is to look over my typing and spelling. I’m normally a real stickler for both those things, so if you ever come across a post of mine that looks as if I typed it with my fucking elbows, you can be srue taht i was bombmd outy of mined on smoe really outanging sthiz asb rbhgbe abdjelk vBUfns IAlhg.
Aw, c’mon, lay off Lobsang a little. Getting hooked on the wrong girl is an easy thing to do. Way too easy. It’s not like none of us were ever there. FWIW, when I went through this, the relationship was over and done with as soon as soon as she was back in her hometown and I was back in mine. Not that some feelings didn’t remain, but it wasn’t anything like when I had to look at the little tramp every day.
But did you have many, many people telling you to pull your head out of your arse, and ignore them all and continue to post new threads almost exclusively about the object of your desire in spite of how messed up she sounded and how messed up she was acting and how messed up you sounded? We were all sympathetic and there for him until it became clear that he wasn’t interested in helping himself.
This rule is damn nigh requiring me to stop posting (not that I read this board intoxicated a majority of the time, but I’m generally a lurker whilst sober).
Exactly. It’s been my experience that when someone asks for advice of a personal nature, they don’t want actual advice. What they want is to be told that yes, they are a good person worthy of being loved, that the object of their affection should be thrilled to pieces at their attentions, and that everything will work out in the end. They’re not going to listen to anything else. When it all goes badly, and tehy’re asking “what do I do?”…well…they know what to do. Lobsang knew what he needed to do. He said as much. He just didn’t want to do it. And really, it’s just as senseless to say “get away from her, quit drinking, get some help” over and over in various ways when you know it will have no effect as asking “what do I do?” over and over when you fucking know what you fucking need to fucking do. Why shout at the weather? It accomplishes nothing.
I guess half of my posts could be deleted per the Mods rule… But you’d never know which ones were, or were not posted while under the influence. I can still spell and be pretty coherent either way.
Half your posts indicate that your mind is so scrambled by chemicals that you are about to either post things you would never wish to reveal to the world sober or that you are going to go off on some poster in a drunken rage? Half your posts are things you’re going to e-mail a Mod begging we delete the next morning? Somehow I don’t think you have quite grasped just what the “Mod’s rule” actually is.
