So Today I drank 250 ml of Johnnie Walker. I was on the second stop of my 2012 Presidential Campaign tour. I decided that in order to be president I would really need God to communicate with me, so I would be wise and make the right decisions. So I asked Jesus to come sit in the seat next to me. But then I realized that if He came and sat in the seat next to me, I should probably just vote for Him and not for myself.
Anyway, I just feel like talking. I have always felt like talking and I have always talked and said whatever was on my mind. You know, most people are just not listening but everything that is on my mind can be viewed at the website:http://www.toonin.com or at least since 1996.
You know the funny thing is that Squid once took a cartoon of mine and altered it as a joke. And the funny thing is that you people here respect no one, but you called him on the copyright infringement so I said it was pretty funny and Squid appreciated my sense of humor. Squid is on his second wife and likes blowjobs. I know a lot of things and I tend not to forget.
You know, what you post online says a lot about you. That is why I don't post on Facebook anymore. I kept posting about how depressed I felt and stuff and I always felt like most people could not handle it. Are you alone? Do you feel depressed? Do you feel like the attention you find on the TV Fact Bored will help you?
You know, Odd tOdd himself gave me money on more than one occasion. I think he sent me a gift card for Amazon. Amazon is very good for buying mp3s.
I have kept in touch with some people from this board including Marney, who does not seem to post here any more. I used to be so afraid of how you people would react to my posts. It used to make a severe impact on my life and if I got a negative response I would seriously not show up for work for a few days.
I don't know. A lot has changed. A lot has stayed the same. I am sure everyone can say this.
What can I say to you that would really make an impact in your life right now? Isn't this what we desire: to make an impact in the life of others? For our voice to be heard and to be understood and our deepest desires to be felt?
I don't know. I just drank 250 ml of Scotch and the buzz is wearing off. I remember you people and you were an integral part of my life for several years. I can't adequately express how much I care for you because you will not believe a single word I say. I don't know. I felt rejected from here once but every now and again I pop in and even Squid says hello to me. Even Pee Jay knows me. I have talked with him on chat and stuff. Pee Jay was from when the board was on the previous board not Net54. I remember the oldbies talking about those days.
You know it is surprising what 250 ml of Scotch will do and sitting in front of a computer in a location you used to post on the Bored will do.
I know you people love me and you can not escape loving me. I know it. You just can not be against me. I refuse to allow that to happen.
You know. I used to be really into fiction - writing it, reading it, majoring in it. I suppose its not, but reading it as a piece of fiction, that's an enthralling piece of writing. I would read that book.
For me, liquor, particularly dark liquors, can take me to a pretty bizarre and sometimes dark place. You may wanna switch to beer.
How much is 250ml? Is that a lot? I'm too lazy to look up the conversion table.
I like the lyrics to this song, "On the Radio" by Regina Spektor. This was on my Ipod when I read Z's post.
"This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath"
"No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again"
OK, people that keep in touch with this guy: Is this just a PWI, or does this dude sit in front of people's houses and take notes of their daily activities? Because the comments he's made about the women of this board are creepy as hell.
I wouldn't sweat it as an anon, who doesn't know Jim, and who presumably hasn't given him (or any of us) any personal information. Pretty impossible to take notes outside your house in that situation, and the women of this board know how to take care of themselves.
First off, it kinda felt like you were more interested in a little drama without a lot of knowledge of potential impact.
Second, even in my disdain for your willingness to make someone you don't know and have no background on feel badly, I was trying to be logically reassuring to you. I can't find a single thing in what I said that pretends to own the place.
But you're right, Z puts stuff out there, and he'll get responses. I don't presume to have any control over what those will be, other than to perhaps request a bit of restraint on your part on this one.
I respect Ginny, and I'm trying not to engage. I have no manual for this. My response to him was a sincere hope that he gets help.
As Liz is my friend, I knew about this before you did. It's not my news to discuss, and would also be a 4 laws violation. What she told me made me think she handled it pretty darn well.
Another board member I deeply respect has spent a fair amount of time with the guy, and his take is generally what I go on. I don't know all the stories, but I know a few.
I will say I used to fucking rip Jim to pieces here. I didn't know much more about him, but when I learned more, it was the beginning of the end of evil Squid, (much to Appy's chagrin) because I had no idea what I said here could reverberate that profoundly. For the most part in the early days, it was a bunch of people verbally jousting who could all take it. Our second generation was less capable, and we had a rash of crazy. Shit, I was crazy for a while through my divorce.
I don't know enough, I just know he's self-proclaimed mentally ill, and anecdotally confirmed by a bunch of my friends - and that's not a population of puppies I tend to want to kick.