posted on August 22, 2001 07:42:53 PM new
hepburn - No apologies necessary! I can't tell you how many time y'all have made me laugh after a crappy day.
posted on August 22, 2001 07:51:11 PM new
LOL hepburn those symptoms are right on!
This feedback forum... gonna have to check it out... because I would like the same answer spazmodeous was questioning? about how some people get warnings and warnings, and nothing happens, then zap someone is suspended..... ooooooops going on with RMS
posted on August 22, 2001 07:53:07 PM new
No, thats not RMS. Thats JUSTICE
Good luck in your endeavors. Dont forget the endust spray
Sorry bitsandbobs..I missed your post. FIMS can irritate RMS sufferers because it may lead to MMS (motor mouth syndrome). Now that one I may have been exposed to. So, I best go take some medication before it gets out of hand. Off to watch BB (big brother)
[ edited by hepburn on Aug 22, 2001 07:57 PM ]
posted on August 22, 2001 10:19:33 PM new
It's an irony (or is it?) to see those posters who moan so loudly over the lost 'best posters', specifically Spazmodeus and Toke, trot along happily behind the likes of hepburn and join so enthusiastically in the sorts of petty derision of others that they used to object to so strenuously no matter from where it came.
posted on August 22, 2001 10:42:32 PM new
Ooohhh now, now, now, we wouldn't want Toke and Spaz sought out on their own...Derisive krs invented that didn't he....sexy????Nah!!
The likes of Hepburn? Pot, Kettle, Scorched!!
[ edited by zilvy on Aug 22, 2001 10:44 PM ]
I believe there are inequities here. I've made no secret of it. I first lodged such a complaint more than a year ago (you may recall that it gave rise to the "red Ferrari" imagery). I also said it some months ago when a member got more than one final warning not to mention an "early release" -- despite that I had to do a full 30 days shortly before that.
If anything, my opinion on this subject has remained fairly consistent during my tenancy here. I don't think it's accurate to accord me "bandwagon" status in this instance. I don't know who the players were in whatever incident precipitated this latest round of "how-come-that-person-doesn't-get-moderated-but-I-do" (although I can guess). I don't even know what thread the incident occurred in. But as I see it, it's not the players who really matter -- it's the principle. Why doesn't everyone get the same treatment? I've been asking the question for a long time now and have never received a satisfactory answer.
posted on August 23, 2001 01:50:18 AM new
One afternoon when I was 10, during one of the long summers I spent at the big old homestead that my aunts ran as a boarding house at the beach, a couple of friends and I decided to go to the movies.
When we walked the mile or so to the theatre, we found we had arrived about halfway through the first part of a double feature. The second show, which wouldn't start for an hour, was, I believe, "The Prisoner of Second Avenue," which was rated GP or PG or whatever ratings were back then. The first show, which was in progress, was "What's up Pussycat?" which was rated R.
The theatre was sort of out in the boondocks; there was nothing for us to do to occupy ourselves for an hour; it looked like we were going to have to trek back to our neighborhood, movieless. The ticket seller graciously allowed that we could go inside and see the last half of "What's up Pussycat?" if we didn't tell anyone.
Happily, we four began to buy our tickets. Two of us were about 12 or 13, they bought their tickets first, regular price. Then I bought mine, regular price. The last of us was my age, ten. As she put her money across the counter, the ticket seller asked: "How old are you?" My friend replied - "ten." "Ten year olds get in for children's price," the ticket seller said, pushing my friend's second dollar back to her.
"I'm ten too!" I happily exclaimed. "I can get a children's price too!"
The ticket seller looked at me skeptically. Yes, I was born looking 18, but that wasn't my fault. The ticket seller shook her head "no."
"But I am ten!" I cried, righteously and only a bit hysterically. The sun beat down, oblivious to the obvious inequity being perpetrated upon me. Cars went down the boulevard, unaware of my distress. Birds twittered, mocking me; Ants marched by my sneakered feet uncaringly, to wherever it is that ants go. The ticket seller shook her head again. No go. We went into the theatre.
Being a person of principle, I was (and still am) keenly aware of any injustice that's done to me. I felt a burning resentment towards the other ten year old. It was so unfair! The guilty pleasure I had felt at being able to see half of an "R" rated movie turned to bitter ashes. Oh, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
Though many years have passed since that summer afternoon, enough that my own children are now almost twice the age I was then, and though I have purchased countless movie tickets since that time, no one has made this up to me. I'm owed a child's price, dammit! There have been plenty of opportunities for the world to make this up to me!
Now, I can hardly watch a movie, any movie, on tv or in a theatre, PG or R, winter, spring, summer or fall, with or without Barbra Streisand or Jack Lemmon, without being reminded of this tragic miscarriage of justice. It's heck being a person of principle, feeling keenly every gross injustice ever done to me.
posted on August 23, 2001 04:45:22 AM newI don't think it's accurate to accord me "bandwagon" status in this instance. I don't know who the players were in whatever incident precipitated this latest round of "how-come-that-person-doesn't-get-moderated-but-I-do"
You weren't a player in this one.... I wasn't either, but it went on all around me. When you see something that ugly, it's hard not to become a "player", so we dance around the edges. This is like trying to give your little brother a hint to knock it off before mama comes in the room and you both get in trouble.
posted on August 23, 2001 07:52:41 AM new
My idea of tongue in cheek, which beats foot in mouth any day. Cant beat 'em, laugh with them. If they arent laughing, laugh anyway.
I think its irony too, that those who complain about someone complaining are pot/kettle/black themselves and has his own little happy followers.
