Hmm, you misspelled my name in the title.
Hmm, you misspelled my name in the title.
It's good to see that Devastatin Dave is on the road to recovery: not a single f-bomb, or X-rated description of a sex act. Still have to work on those flames and personal attacks - but hey!, it's only been a couple of days. Keep trying, m8.
Side note: never put anything anywhere on the internet that you'd not like to see on tomorrow's NY Times front page - there is no privacy on the 'net, as has been demonstrated above.
Be well. Do good. Keep in touch.
It is strange seeing you scream blue murder at the mods because that is pretty much exactly what I did when I was demoted for what I preceived as nothing. I guess it just highlights to me the hard job they do have and that we should try and respect them a bit more than we generally do in the backroom. I would also like to say sorry to them if I did cause offence.
Dave I understand that your very pee'd off at the moment, I would too in your position. But don't let your emotions control you too much, I am sure you will regret this post in a few days time and the damage would have already been done, I don't want to see you gone from the tavern. For the record you don't need to apologise to me, I do not take offence at any personal comment or any other comment on these boards, so don't feel like you need to. I probably did push the mods to dicipline you because I was taken aback more than anything with a few of your posts at me, as I would not say that about someone of whom I didn't even know. But I never wanted you gone from the tavern, understand that was never on my mind and I hope that still that isn't what happens.
Cool down a bit mate before posting anymore here.
GARCIN: I "dreamt," you say. It was no dream. When I chose the hardest path, I made my choice deliberately. A man is what he wills himself to be.
INEZ: Prove it. Prove it was no dream. It's what one does, and nothing else, that shows the stuff one's made of.
GARCIN: I died too soon. I wasn't allowed time to - to do my deeds.
INEZ: One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.
Jean Paul Sartre - No Exit 1944
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