Alright.
Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 3:36 pm
First of all, I trolled you with MYSELF, which as far as I'm concerned is the greatest feat ever to be accomplished on the internet. I went so far as to create an entire new webpage for it. THAT, friends, is dedication.
And this post has nothing to do with Robb's idiotic "three days" premonition (even though by my count, it's exactly three days.....now). I could have gone on like this for MONTHS, beefing up the New Vision page until you were all ready to call social services (then later the police) and send them to my house. I had a whole thing planned. It was going to be beautiful. It was going to be my finest achievement. It was GOING to be... Pinback's REAL Summer Project.
But now it's not. And do you know why?
Is it because I was unprepared to follow through? Is it because I had not properly planned out the course that this gag was to take? On the contrary. As I said, I had a Grand Scheme in mind that would make Spacey's plan in Seven look like a ten-foot stroll to the can to take a piss.
Is it because I was simply unable to come up with the proper words? Unable to express myself convincingly enough? Unable to pull it off? Nope, not quite. You get one more guess...
Nope, wrong again. The correct answer is that YOU people are a disaster. YOU people failed me, as you have so many times, in living up to your end of the bargain. I fucking POLLUTE this BBS with brilliantly crafted missives about peace and beauty, and what do you do? Do you get worked up into a violent rage about my inappropriate material? Do you engage in interesting, in-depth analyses of my behavior? Do you at least acknowledge that someone, SOMEONE finally got off their ass and put a little effort into SOMETHING on this BBS (besides coming up with, and then debunking ridiculous government conspiracy plots)?
No. You do what you always do. You sit on your fucking ass, hitting Refresh fourteen times a second, hoping someone, SOMETHING will come along, post a fart sound effect on the Troll Room, and just for a couple seconds at least assuage your cancerous black wad of ennui that you've got shoved up your ass.
Christ, even the Sysop was *apologizing* for posting on the topic.
I've been disappointed many times by this web page. But congratulations, folks. You finally outdid yourself.
In conclusion, you all SUCK, and I hope you die. Shortly after reading this, and in a prickly, searing heat of shame and self-loathing, if you can find a way to work that out.
But have a nice day.
And this post has nothing to do with Robb's idiotic "three days" premonition (even though by my count, it's exactly three days.....now). I could have gone on like this for MONTHS, beefing up the New Vision page until you were all ready to call social services (then later the police) and send them to my house. I had a whole thing planned. It was going to be beautiful. It was going to be my finest achievement. It was GOING to be... Pinback's REAL Summer Project.
But now it's not. And do you know why?
Is it because I was unprepared to follow through? Is it because I had not properly planned out the course that this gag was to take? On the contrary. As I said, I had a Grand Scheme in mind that would make Spacey's plan in Seven look like a ten-foot stroll to the can to take a piss.
Is it because I was simply unable to come up with the proper words? Unable to express myself convincingly enough? Unable to pull it off? Nope, not quite. You get one more guess...
Nope, wrong again. The correct answer is that YOU people are a disaster. YOU people failed me, as you have so many times, in living up to your end of the bargain. I fucking POLLUTE this BBS with brilliantly crafted missives about peace and beauty, and what do you do? Do you get worked up into a violent rage about my inappropriate material? Do you engage in interesting, in-depth analyses of my behavior? Do you at least acknowledge that someone, SOMEONE finally got off their ass and put a little effort into SOMETHING on this BBS (besides coming up with, and then debunking ridiculous government conspiracy plots)?
No. You do what you always do. You sit on your fucking ass, hitting Refresh fourteen times a second, hoping someone, SOMETHING will come along, post a fart sound effect on the Troll Room, and just for a couple seconds at least assuage your cancerous black wad of ennui that you've got shoved up your ass.
Christ, even the Sysop was *apologizing* for posting on the topic.
I've been disappointed many times by this web page. But congratulations, folks. You finally outdid yourself.
In conclusion, you all SUCK, and I hope you die. Shortly after reading this, and in a prickly, searing heat of shame and self-loathing, if you can find a way to work that out.
But have a nice day.