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A call to arms, from GIP himself.
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07-14-2003, 04:19 PM
If there's one thing I've learned above all, it's that if you have rules, you will be despised no matter what.
No more of your horseshit for me, though, thanks. I'll leave it all for the mods you hate.
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07-14-2003, 04:27 PM
Quote:If there's one thing I've learned above all, it's that if you have rules, you will be despised no matter what. what rules? the ones you make on the fly? the ones that come from you solely? if this was a set rule, don't you think REACTING with little to no explantion flies in the face of these so-called rules. If you and Alkey set up rules, why didn't you redo the FAQ, or put a post related to it out there.. oh, b/c you don't care what others think. I guess you picked up that aspect when you stole Froy's code and email list. It's not "hate the man on top", b/c I love Alkey. I don't have a problem with you personally either. And I have NO personal issue with any mod. (something i expressedly told you, but you chose to ignore in your mod comment) I have a problem to the way it was handled, and that disrespecting posters is not the way to go about it. It does matter what you think, but it also matters what we think...but it ultimately matters what Alkey thinks, and I will defer to his judgements as such. But, if you don't like the argument, or dismiss the issues, that's your own fault and loss. Like I said, this issue was encapsulated in one thread till you chose to make it stretch beyond that. And that seemed to backfire a bit, b/c i completely stand by what i said then as i do now. My opinion hasn't changed. There needs to be balance...but you have to have new people with real threads along with the old ones...and an allowance for real content and playfullness as well. ![[Image: fearloathingkewgardens.jpg]](http://www.blazingconcepts.com/img/fearloathingkewgardens.jpg)
07-14-2003, 04:34 PM
Quote:Originally posted by FollowThisLogic no offense but that is a cop out. Man up sir. You don't want chaos in OT? You don't want chat threads there - you should have said so before it became so. Put it in text so that all who enter knows with certainty. Stop fearing the potential of being hated and MAN UP. Quote:No more of your horseshit for me, though, thanks. I'll leave it all for the mods you hate. I think what is horseshit is your perception that just because there are rules of some sort clearly established and spelled out for all to read would result in the mods being hated. But also, you have to anticipate being questioned when things are handled in a questionable fashion. I've yet to see a reason to question Alkey for a reason - beause he says whats needs to be said WHEN it needs to be said. (and go ahead, call me a "kiss ass" but fuck y'all - I gots respect for that lush.) FTL - GIP has questioned your tactics and you respond with an air of condecension and quite frankly, that's not a good way to convince folks that you have the capacity to handle the shit that hits the fan every so often. (and calling things "not a debate" "end of story" before a discussion has been fully carried out between all participating members of said "discussion"...uh, no good sir. At least, IMO.) I think you DO have the capacity, once you get over that fear to lay the law down. BUT, when you do so, try and do so with a bit of tact/cooth and that should alleviate the potential of misinterpretation , aggrevation and horseshit being slung around. (ultimately, I don't envy you, the position you currently find yourself to be in or your job - I've told you that before via u2u....just remember that with power comes responsibility...)
07-14-2003, 04:37 PM
I never said this was personal.
For the record, my "tactics" are over, as of right now. Well, actually, as of a few minutes ago, when I posted in the Mashroom to this effect. If you have problems, discuss them with the mods. They run the board. I code. Alkey pays.
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07-14-2003, 04:42 PM
Quote:Originally posted by FollowThisLogic ok, Capt. Bail Out - with which mod do I discuss my bullshit status with then, huh? :mad: I'd like to know just why it was changed to such bullshit. I was digging that last one too...t'was a funny good one indeed. :disappointed: (it was funny 'cause it's true!) anyhoo... FTL - you have lost quite the amount of respect from me today. I know you don't care, just figured I'd tell you anyways. Tricia - laugh it up, cunt. *edit - FTL, after further discussion, I take the "loss of respect" line back. Trish - continue to laugh it up. Crack - trish is that good with the hummers, huh? :wow:
07-14-2003, 04:43 PM
cool deal. send my love to the mashroom, and let me know if someone found Corpse's bong. He's been looking for it, but he won't come here b/c there is no Astrology forum.
07-14-2003, 04:47 PM
420 - try taking the amount of bullshit I've taken over the past 3 days and see how you fucking like it.
Seriously though, if you think about it, the mods *should* be the enforcers anyway. "Moderator"... that's what it means, and now that's what they'll do. "Administrator" is more of a behind-the-scenes thing.... hence, I code, Alkey pays. Corpse's bong has to stay back there, it's how we keep Ninny mellow.... if you think she's wild now, you should see her without it.... :grin2:
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07-14-2003, 04:48 PM
Quote: I have a problem to the way it was handled, and that disrespecting posters is not the way to go about it. It does matter what you think, but it also matters what we think It doesn't matter. None of it matters. Who cares where what post is located. IT'S JUST A STUPID MESSAGE BOARD. You guys are arguing like a bunch of 4 year olds. ![[Image: molonlavecopy.jpg]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/Lexapro/molonlavecopy.jpg)
07-14-2003, 04:48 PM
What the fuck, when did motherfuckers get so sensitive? Does this subject really deserve this much attention? Does FTL have to take this shit so personal? Im giving an opinion as an outsider. I think its bullshit when people who have power get back at those who do no through petty shit. AKA bullshit status. I could care less what 420s status is. No effect on me. But I want to let whoever did it know that you look like a little bitch. Period. I cant believe this whole subject has gotten this big. Bullshit.
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And when the boys are back, There ain’t no foolin’ around! </b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=orange><b>Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste I’ve been around for a long, long year Stole many a man’s soul and faith And I was ’round when jesus christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general’s rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, Who killed the kennedys? 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Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face to face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh </b></font></marquee> <marquee><font size=1 color=blue><b>The old Cherokee chief sat in his reservation hut, smoking the ceremonial pipe, eyeing the two US government officials sent to interview him. "Chief Two Eagles," one official began, "you have observed the white man for many generations, you have seen his wars and his products, you have seen all his progress, and all his problems." The chief nodded. 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07-14-2003, 04:55 PM
Quote:Corpse's bong has to stay back there, it's how we keep Ninny mellow.... if you think she's wild now, you should see her without it.... i thought she just needed a good lay besides some sloppy 17 year old. :kiss: Stauses: are always fair game. Always been, always will. Some, like Hotties, are done with clear vitrol, but oh well.
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