just editing some posts here

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, visiting members from another site

So... we meet again.

and with that the goblin was taken aback, somehow sensing that the xxxxxbots gang were here in full force now, and if ever there was a mean bunch of hardened criminals, these guys had to be them then, why, what with their menacing bennie caps, their thickened long socks, reinforced shorts and loosely knotted school ties, these guys were unmistakable, in fact their outwardly wryly grin only hid a dastard cunning the delved into such deviousness that nobody's packet of jellybeans were safe in the playground, the goblin weighed his words, feeling his life depended upon it somehow, it did he knew now, saying "...your secret ritual of the xxxxx forum's pom pom dance is safe with me, and it shall never leave these lips, promise...", somehow the goblin just hoped it would appease them, but one could never be sure, not until it was too late that is

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

Where did you learn to write like that???

"...on forumland..." replied the goblin quite honestly for once, adding "...where if you start write in your posts, I will help you any which way I can, for that has always been my promise throughout here...", which was true enough, for the goblin had helped many to date, saying "...ah no, it's not that I don't like books now, I do, but somehow anything posted is so much more unknown here, that is, no clear idea of either length, or plot, or ending, yes most posts across forumland were unfortunately as you see them now, but once in a while one hits gold, where one is reading something that is both gripping and has its author on hand too...", somehow the goblin just felt that it was all some written equivalent of that difference between the theater and the cinema again, in that neither were bad in themselves, only different perhaps, with posting more akin to the theater with each actor on stage within view, whereupon the goblin just smiled "..yes the theater is live so this is livewriting then..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...remember, posts are the lifeblood of a thread here, if someone doesn't post something new each day, then anyone turning up looking on will rightly raise an eyebrow, whereas if nothing new is posted in a week, he or she will think the site is sleeping, whereas if nothing has been posted in a month, most probably that same person will just presume that the forum is no more..." mused the goblin over his coffee again, adding "...so just keep the site ticking over with posts then is my advice now, admins can't depend on members here, it's the captain who sets the course and makes the pace..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

Are you ever going to give up...?

"...ah now, is there really ever any choice about it I wonder, where yes, anyone could give up for a while, yet life continues with the slot still there waiting for one's post of course, and where the clock too, ticking away, slices away those remaining seconds, where the tally of what one has written will only catch one up eventually and flay one's conscience for any delusion that one had escaped then..." replied the goblin, adding "...besides, at one point or another, one stops posting for or against others here, instead the slot becomes a mirror of one's thoughts where one just posts for real to find out what those thoughts are, though it doesn't need to be this thread for that then, it could be any thread upon any forum for that matter, why because one always sees a part of oneself in whatever one writes..."

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[darow8928]

I have been cyber bullied

 

[fleamailman]

I have been cyber bullied

"...well, perhaps you must never reveal yourself while online here..." suggested the old goblin now, grateful for the company though, then explaining on "...for forumland is not facebook now, no it's full of bad people who would be only too happy to use those personal details against you for whatever reason, but if you don't give out your personal details to begin with they can't touch you really, why, because a bully always hits upon your weakness, something I learned from being on a trolls forum years back...", at which point the goblin just spread out his arms offering a hug if need be, smiling "...I don't offer a hug often, but just this once I might..."

 

[fleamailman]

("...thank you for thanking me mtntopper..." went the goblin in his happiness, adding "...so chat with me if you like, for I've a long way to go still, as it all has to edited or else it just piles up upon me again, though I never seem to reach the very last one post to do, ah but that said, it's always nicer to do anything in good company I say...", while outside the evening had descended into darkness with the night upon its tail)

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...me too, though think I've said it before but if one starts illustrating one's texts, which is what this is then, one is changed by it where one evolves perhaps..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...first of all, those pictures seem to change from that rather simplistic like or dislike subjective view to a more wider like or dislike yet meaning what objective view, the added what is this picture saying to me and how can I use it now perspective perhaps...", and yet there seemed more to it than just the pictures, continuing "...then again, these texts too, seem to change where one begins asking oneself I wonder which picture will go with this text then, just what's its image then, and lastly there's that physical preparation side, that hunt for potential pics which keeps one vigilant, the care taken in matching texts to pictures too, and that final joy when one succeeds in some a snug fit...", in fact, the goblin could still wing unfinished stuff in brackets too, though as soon as the text had found its matching picture, that result kind of said it all

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, someone who had posted about kurt cobain, nirvana's lead singer

the goblin looked at the picture of kurt cobain again, saying "...some people just live on the edge like that I suppose, and I think his wife's passing words on his suicide are fitting here sometimes you just can't save someone from themselves...", where somehow the fact that she hadn't used the word "himself" instead the plural "themselves" didn't slip the goblin's attention here, for the goblin too could see a split personality here, but the legacy of nirvana's music remains, as if set in time now, not aging out like other rock groups do..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, an american forum, the goblin's second introduction thread there, before it got locked too, and probably rightly so

I don't like your style of writing. You should make it more exciting. I got bored after the first line of your posts. Welcome.

"...now let's see, an attention span of one line, seeks excitement from others, really has nothing to show for his 4000 posts here, it's coming, now let me guess, got it, he's a shining example of the faults of the american educational system today then..." ventured the goblin,"...brilliant deduction there..." went the voice in the background, outside the snow had stopped but it was going nowhere fast, it was like in one's face, the goblin just continued "...well he's right I suppose, and perhaps I could start my posts with line like "and suddenly the window smashed, shots went out, batman hard landed onto the scene a little in front of the goblin, not a moment to soon it seemed, saying "fear not good citizens of this forum, xxxxx has actually read this far, so humanity is now safe once more to shop at walmats..."

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[mtntopper]

Y

repost from elsewhere
" replied the goblin, adding "...besides, at one point or another, one stops posting for or against others here, instead the slot becomes a mirror of one's thoughts where one just posts for real to find out what those thoughts are, though it doesn't need to be this thread for that then, it could be any thread upon any forum for that matter, why because one always sees a part of oneself in whatever one writes..."
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Goblin, an interesting insight on how you see forums. I have to agree that posters/writers do write themselves into their posts for all to see and then deny that the facts resemble the writer? Just my take on fourmland!!!!

I try to read your posts/writings but find it hard to determine what is actually you and what maybe plagiarized from elsewhere? I will leave it up to you and just look at he content of your posts for social redeeming values/thoughts that have real life meaning. My time in forumland is limited while yours seems to be focused 100% in your posts with unlimited time to spend on your writings.

Keep on posting and I will try to read when possible and time permits.

 

[fleamailman]

Y Goblin, an interesting insight on how you see forums. I have to agree that posters/writers do write themselves into their posts for all to see and then deny that the facts resemble the writer? Just my take on fourmland!!! I try to read your posts/writings but find it hard to determine what is actually you and what maybe plagiarized from elsewhere? I will leave it up to you and just look at he content of your posts for social redeeming values/thoughts that have real life meaning. My time in forumland is limited while yours seems to be focused 100% in your posts with unlimited time to spend on your writings. Keep on posting and I will try to read when possible and time permits.

"...nice to have a post from someone playing it straight with me, so I'll try to explain things a bit here..." replied the the goblin, continuing "...first off, being anonymous there would be no point in writing out in my own funny way something that is someone else's work, but having said that, still there is no way one can write anything about anything and not note that someone somewhere has already written about it perhaps drawing the same or similar conclusions either prior or after me now, yet part of my being anonymous is just to avoid treading on people's toes or having to look over my shoulder as to who has, or what is, written elsewhere, simply the anonymous have nothing anyway, and more than likely one day I walk away from this writing to prove to myself at least that this journey to self in posts had had no ulterior motive to it...", in fact, the goblin's day was ofter busy too, but he spent it on two levels mostly distracted by the content his posts while doing the bidding of the moneygod or the commitments of his family, adding "...if perhaps a writer is a self induced schizophrenic with a fair ability to record it down on paper, then just perhaps too, a livewriter is his counterpart in this interactive internet today...", in fact, the goblin was just another poster here, no different really, smiling "...no, wish there were more like you here then, you make me think, and I thank you for it now..."

 

[luvs]

i find you odd within my realm. we speak, & we speak in plain English where i'm from.

well, we speak Pitturghese. we still speak normally. to us.

 

[fleamailman]

i find you odd within my realm. we speak, & we speak in plain English where i'm from. well, we speak Pitturghese. we still speak normally. to us.

the goblin loved anyone who spoke real pitturghese imagining it to be truly american but moreso even, confiding "...well yes, I'd like to speak as you humans do now, only that a few lines in I revert to being my goblin self once more, so by now I've just given up all pretense here and am just as you see me now I guess, a mere goblin like any other I suppose, btw I love your posts though, you'll go far if you continue like that, yet I imagine too that most people do go far who continue for long, so what I meant is that I like the way you write then...", while outside this bistro the constant morning's rain was once more trickling down from those gray heavens above in that somewhat "sorry about me" fashion, where the goblin seated within looked on resembling some fly on the wall where turned his gaze back to the screen with luvs's post upon it, sighing "...no I rather be with you on this thread today, just take me away from myself is all I'm asking, seems sanity is not all it's built up to be..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

So you did nothing today.

"...yes nothing really, for everything one ever does is trivial in comparison to that cosmos there, I mean what can anyone do which isn't trivial I wonder..." replied the goblin not sure if he was being addressed here or whether that comment was more rhetorical then, then adding "...ah no, I mean just because one is responsible for something doesn't actually make it important in itself, where life will continue regardless of the individual now, so yes, the answer is I did nothing because all is so unimportant even if we pretend it to be otherwise, yes I think carlos castaneda coined dailylife as controlled folly then, in that one's life has to be lived, yes, but one mustn't lose oneself within it's unimportance, for that external was ever just one's dailylife perhaps but one's life was not one's dailylife really..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...thanks..." replied the goblin, continuing "...honestly, I think that one has to veer on the side of selfish on forumland, as being selfless might sound better but it can't be sustained for long and just hides one form others, no, forumland is here to help one see oneself for who one really is, simply, the muse's pact goes honesty, a shared life, and a thick skin...", where somehow the goblin knew that anyone who writes had to come to terms with that pact in their own way, though the choice of how was both vast and simple now, for in fact, in the end there wasn't really any choice at all, instead one simply wrote and wrote and wrote out of oneself whatever that was in there to begin with

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[luvs]

um, you're not a goblin. not sure how to make that clear. you're a person. yeah, Halloween is near- trix 'er fer kiddos. hiding behind a pseudo-persona cannot change a person into an imaginary entity.

 

[Kane]

um, you're not a goblin. not sure how to make that clear. you're a person. yeah, Halloween is near- trix 'er fer kiddos. hiding behind a pseudo-persona cannot change a person into an imaginary entity.

I hate to even click on this thread ... it just ups the hit count and encourages the silly goblin. If he/she thinks people are even reading this drivel, he/she is sadly mistaken. He/she is just talking to himself/herself and wasting the zither. Over three hundred posts of recycled incomprehensible nonsense? The pictures are cool, but enough already.

 

[fleamailman]

um, you're not a goblin. not sure how to make that clear. you're a person. yeah, Halloween is near- trix 'er fer kiddos. hiding behind a pseudo-persona cannot change a person into an imaginary entity.

"...ah now, if that is so then prove it to me now, for no, the persona is just a mask of the alter-ego that is behind it, nothing is actually here bar words upon your screen with a picture beneath it...repeated the goblin once more, continuing "...where actors who do not believe that they are their parts while acting are not going to become their parts now, moreover, since I can't prove anything about myself to you, just like you can't prove anything about yourself to me neither, maybe the truth is that we're not anything then, or anything then, yes but if I leave it blanc, which is the truth of it, then you humans hate that even more than if I choose something to represent myself by, and besides, maybe one only becomes a human because those a dictates of that dailylife there, where maybe too a livewriter stumbles upon that which represents their alter-ego within, I mean I told you before I'm not the only livewriter now but we know our realm of fiction between us..."

 

[fleamailman]

um, you're not a goblin. not sure how to make that clear. you're a person. yeah, Halloween is near- trix 'er fer kiddos. hiding behind a pseudo-persona cannot change a person into an imaginary entity.

I hate to even click on this thread ... it just ups the hit count and encourages the silly goblin. If he/she thinks people are even reading this drivel, he/she is sadly mistaken. He/she is just talking to himself/herself and wasting the zither. Over three hundred posts of recycled incomprehensible nonsense? The pictures are cool, but enough already.

"...yes Kane, isn't that just the trouble with watching these b-moves to popcorn now, it gets kind of habitual doesn't it just..." observed the goblin still welcoming him back once more though, adding "...indeed yes, the wager continues, where if I fail, well what of it then, I'll leave and your forum will be as it was before, same thing goes if the thread is locked then, but for the moment I'm editing my posts in the creative writing section of this forum to the pleasure of your good company it seems, yes I'll explain if you ever ask over your barbs...", ah, but didn't everyone know that goblins were not to trusted now

 

[luvs]

I hate to even click on this thread ... it just ups the hit count and encourages the silly goblin. If he/she thinks people are even reading this drivel, he/she is sadly mistaken. He/she is just talking to himself/herself and wasting the zither. Over three hundred posts of recycled incomprehensible nonsense? The pictures are cool, but enough already.

spoken so well- TY, kane. i scroll over 99% of their incessant babbling.

 

[fleamailman]

I hate to even click on this thread ... it just ups the hit count and encourages the silly goblin. If he/she thinks people are even reading this drivel, he/she is sadly mistaken. He/she is just talking to himself/herself and wasting the zither. Over three hundred posts of recycled incomprehensible nonsense? The pictures are cool, but enough already.

spoken so well- TY, kane. i scroll over 99% of their incessant babbling.

and with those words of sound encouragement still ringing in his ears somewhat the goblin just went back to his editing once more admitting that if it were ever easy now it wouldn't really be worth all the effort here, exclaiming "...humans, your non reading of these posts has been most appreciated by one such as I, where if you would only care to non read my posts further please feel free to join the queue who I guess only look at the picture instead...", and all the while outside the rain fell down to the wet street only to flow gently into the drains as if reminding the goblin still looking on to get on with his posting now lest the forget the whole point of the practice, which was never the end result was it, no not where one was anonymous, no it was the inner result all along wasn't it

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, "swot the bot" time

Oh, and remind me again, why does Mr Fleaface talk like this? Is he challenged or trying to be someone else?

"...simple..." replied the goblin, explaining "...just open up any book that is classified as "fiction" and see how it is written then, often in third person perhaps, but always with some narration...", so perhaps it has been this that had peaked the goblin curiosity here to see and feel how those writers wrote by stepping into their shoes, and in copying them had learned a lot more than if he had just written normally, in fact, the goblin, on reading the question above, somehow agreed with that famous quote then that in life, there are no stupid questions but then added "...but if that really is the case here, could it be then that it's person who asks those questions, rather than those question themselves, that is the one who is stupid between them..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...so now..." the goblin started, by asking "...do you ever people-watch then, I mean if you write then suppose that one has no choice about it, just one sketches the people around one without their knowing it of course, that's how one gets an eye for detail, a tool in the trade so to speak...", yet the night was drowning the goblin in other thoughts at this point, while outside, the darkness had simply merged with the silence and the cold to form an eerie observing night, but the goblin's ghosts where not out there in the night, no they always chose this time to appear to him from nowhere, the short time before sleep that is, images of his past then, sighing "...an inquest of sorts, or an autopsy between us still, where nothing is really ever changed by it, just they haunt on in their passing before the land of nod overtakes them and takes over..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, helping a new site

I would like this site to become a place where everyone can talk about anything topic related. It would be a community that anyone could come and join in on discussions and get advice. Ultimately, I just want people to have a good time, and have a place for them to come and do it at.

"...well, I think you have to turn that on its head a bit..." replied the goblin, continuing "...that's because times have changed and most members are admins in their own right, even if they're still clinging to the idea that other people will turn up, but real admins don't do their forums solely for other members at all, they do their forum for themselves as a storeroom, or reference book, snap book even, simply you have to create yourself on this forum, forgetting members that is, then if they turn up it's a plus for your forum but remember, there are more and more forums chasing less and less members now...", just the goblin was a longstanding member of many forums, though nothing relating to this topic here, and he had been saddened by the number of admin who had given up through lack on interest from other members, adding "...so what can you store here I wonder, simply collect together everything you like as that way other members might relate if they come but even if not you'll still have a forum worth keeping..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...I forget that I'm often dealings with hot headed younger people in forumland, whereas with older posters the blood does rush to the head so quickly, simply one's online persona is accepted by someone older if only because behind this guise one can be more honest, so perhaps the older one gets the more one is acting anyway, acting out from one's dailylife mask then, something needed because there is no actual independence in dailylife, none, why, because once one has bought into society's bidding that society then owns one outright, yet behind one's mask there is always some secrecy, or at least a gap between that which one shows on the outside and that which one thinks and feels on the inside...", simply the goblin was pointing out that the persona was the personification of the alter-ego behind it, a virtual mask in other words, whereas in dailylife one wore a real mask but still a mask all the same

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, another "introduction" thread

"...hi..." said the goblin, friendly as ever, continuing "...there's really nothing much to say about me I suppose, married, two children, etc., but then it gets a bit more complicated doesn't it, I mean yes I could go on explaining yet more of those external details here, which you would then rightly dismiss as merely superficial, demeaning, and most certainly cheap of me, whereas as to who I really am, who I am inside I mean, is something I can't even begin to explain here, other than by saying that it's merely none of those external superficialities then, for how else can one start to explain one's alter-ego now..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the goblin doing a welcome, written in winter

"...why thank you my good human, if I may so bold as to call you one that is..." replied the goblin once more, while outside, the snow storm had subsided enough to let the minions of the moneygod continue their endless endeavors in this his beloved city of affluence "Geneva & co", and well, into this then, dressed like a rather oldish teletubby, armed with his laptop and under the influence of caffeine, the lone goblin readied himself, without much relish mind you, for yet another tromp to the bank, read withdrawals here, the post office, read pay one tithes then, and the bistro, read lick wounds and drown sorrows in more coffee, so he hits on singing "...we're off to see the blizzard, the wonderful blizzard that was, that was, that was because, tralala...", exits, only to take one foot outside the door and is simply buried in snow, where now surfacing some distance further down the street, well at his usual bistro no less, remarks to himself aloud "...naah, never mind your silly "secret of fire" humans, just tell me how one remains sane in all this dailylife, I will let you live if you do..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, a reply to a PM

"yes i cant control my laughter.." added xxxxx

"....nor me, I can't my writing habit I suppose..." replied the goblin laughing too, adding "...and yet when all is said and done, all this only has to please one person, the one who has to then live with what one has written...", outside though, in the morning darkness the busily falling snow bore little resemblance to anything that those prophets of global warming had predicted, while inside the kitchen too, the ever so at his desk goblin felt rather envious of the other members of his family who could indulge in morning slumbers, so the goblin simply set upon replying to each notification again, "...ah yes, very interesting indeed the curse of the aging goblin no less..." went the voice of the family anthropologist in the background, adding "...you just need to get a life goblin, to get out and about a bit more, to see the world I mean, live, and for peats sake do stop replying to each and every notification...", while the anthropologist ticked off his little boxes as if contradicting himself by his constant revision of his observations, so the goblin looked back, saying "...nah, no time to relax now, if I don't fight this old age today I'll just be old in no time..." and then the goblin lightened off a bit by saying "...well at least, I won't compromise myself to this forumland, for if somewhere doesn't work out for me, I'll just move on politely, after all there must be more forums on forumland than those snow flakes falling outside...", and with that, the goblin then understood once more why he had to live with whatever he had only half written out here, all needed editing still, yet the sky still snowed away as if nothing was ever changed by what the goblin wrote, and of course indeed nothing was changed by it, instead everything was merely measured within him by those writings then, rather like someone walking across that falling snow leaving written footprints in their wake, his writing journey in passing then

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the goblin sympathizing somewhat

The touch screen on my phone has spontaneously cracked, it's dead!!!

the goblin just wished here express his heartfelt sympathy over the loss the telephone there, who, when it had been working, had always been a happy telephone, joyous and friendly to everyone, adding "...but know this then, that however bad this loss is for us now, and yes, this telephone will be sorely missed by both friends and telephones alike, it has after all gone to a better place from here and is at peace now, so join me please, let us hold our breaths in silence and contemplation for this short moment for the loss of xxxxx's telephone now, thank you..."

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