it's a strange thing you have here mark, considering I stumbled upon this place, how? why? I cannot recall, but you may notice that some of the subject matter and content on this page is found in search engines (i.e do a search for waffleboy and of the 20 odd links one will be to a particular post around here). So here I am, not quite chatting, but posting statements and responses to strangers, but they are not quite strangers anymore......who are they? Well I dunno, they are the digits that appear before me on the Micron 17" monitor before me. What is strange though, is I find myself confessing and revealing things I may not reveal to my closest friends, in fact I don't refer my bored-at-work-with-bitchin-internet-access friends here because of some of the things I confess or discuss. I have placed my self atop the bed with that crunchy paper and my feet are comfortably placed in the stirrups, take a peek please, but don't forget to sterilize. WHY? What is the source of this comfort? I am so comfortable I might as well fart around everyone and make ajoke out of it, but I won't. I have a strange sense of pride that is selective on what should be revealed and what shouldn't. I guess I have butt issues. Strangely enough, at a party this past weekend, my wife and I had taken some X and were in the bedroom with a few other women and a couple of guys doing illicit cocaine(truth syrum as far as I am concerned) and somehow we got on the subject of sex and whatnot and we were discussing intimate details about each other, these people kept praising the fact that were are so young, married and 'SO COOL" as they say. I guess in LA ,we are an anomoly because everyone is always so godamned fascinated with us. Anyway, here we were, revealing these more than private things, I can't tell you what because i don't remember the content BUT what I do remember is I had the thought that I was on Sorabji.com and there was Lucy, there was Nate with his head in the toilet, there was Mark playing the piano, there was J acting as a human vacuum cleaner with the blow, there was Margret and Cyst flirting with those two guys from some foreign country discussing the wretched atrocities of the Taliban and so on. Surreal to say the least. (sidenote, my coworker is CHOMPING on gum and it's quiet in the office and can I tell you HOW FUCKING ANNOYING it is to hear people breathing thru their mouths and CHAWING on gum at the same time.......EWWWWWWWWWW! IT gets under my skin, they should reinstate a smoking section in the office) anyway... What is it about you people? We have an extremely unique situation. I was never one to do online chat, I was thrilled with that feature for about 5 minutes. I don't know any of your personally, at least not in the traditional sense, but yet I would be happy to saddle up to the bar and enjoy a drink with most everyone here. We could discuss oral, vaginal or manual stimulation or the pros and cons of butt plugs but this time my face may get red, it may not, (if so, I must require another Makers MArk from the lad behind the bar). Eitherway, I guess what I am trying to say is, I am disclaiming, anything personal or otherwise embarrassing I might say/have said to the sheer fact that I have a unique relatioship with all of you, I have tried my best explain and catagorize it, but it just doesn't fit, I am not saying you are privaledged or anything, it's just I have found myself in a unique postiton to comfortably reveal without the looks, the stares, the laughs and the apologies, you are annonymous, BUT NOT REALLY ...well...whatever........maybe i have made sense, possible not... fondly yours, waffleboy waffleboy slightly revealed on this book cover http://www.amazon.com/covers/1/55/583/472/1555834728.l.gif |
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you can't see anyone's reaction when they read your words. When I (like Waffleboy mentioned, and I'm sure you're all like this too) talk to people, I'm constantly censoring/modifying what I say according to people's reactions to me. Are they interested? Then keep going. Do they look disgusted? Let's change the subject before I go too far. So here, I can say whatever I want, as much as I want, as personally as I want, and I can't see how anyone else is taking it. Also, we're all very very different, but we all have the same...I don't know, vibe or something. We were all attracted to this place, and we all enjoy staying here (I think), so we all have that in common. I don't frequent any other BBS, and though I'm assuming it's like this on the many other ones too, another thing that's great about this place is the conversations you can have with people you'd never have reason to meet or talk to in real life. You two -- Waffleboy and J -- and I are very different people in very different circumstances, and should we meet, we would probably give each other suspicious glances and walk on. And yet here I know about Waffles' sexual practices and J's marriage, and you know about my psychotic family and my neuroses. In the words of Tim Bayliss, minus the sarcasm: I love it here, I just loooove it here. |
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It makes me nervous when the people that have been here a long time talk about how "some" people react. I wonder "Am I one of the "some"?" I don't know why I care, but I must since I react to it. I love reading about what is going on in other people's lives that don't live in such a small place. I want to know what is going on in lives out there, not what's on the news, that's not real to me. People's lives are. |
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I would be horrified if someone I knew from reality came to this website and saw me here. Of course, that doesn't stop me from using the same nickname I always use. The same nickname that's in my e-mail address, which several real life people have. I usually reveal different sides of myself to different people. Different versions of the truth. The people who know me in real life would be pretty surprised if they saw how I acted here. All of you would be pretty shocked if you saw what I was like in my day to day life. I'm getting all messed up here. I'm just saying, it took me a long time, and a few bad problems, to realize that you (well, *I*) have to keep Real Life (for lack of a better term) and Net Life SEPERATE. I would still meet with talk to and enjoy net people in real life, if I could, but as long as they're just words on a screen, I don't get too comfterble, and I don't get too close. |
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In any event, I came, I saw, I read, I couldn't really connect, but perhaps that was a time constraint that I put on the site. I admit that I really felt no real pressure to either like or dislike, to contribute or merely lurk. So I stopped coming, no big deal for either the message boards or me. I remember discussing it with you shortly after. But today (I don't see you often, do I?) you jumped all over me for a comment I made about something unrelated, and brought up this site, saying I found fault with it. That is absolutely untrue. You know me enough by now to know that I have little tolerance for bullshit, but if you know me half as well as you think you do, you'd know that I have a pretty open mind. The place you know me from should tell you that. I've listened to you ramble, to give opinions that I sometimes think are nonsense, to say something provocative and thoughtful......in other words, I've seen you as a real person with varying moods and frames of reference. Yet, on the basis of a few off the cuff comments, you've judged me quite harshly as a prude, unhumorous and unyielding. nothing could be further from the truth. I am unapologetic for any comments I make that may seem inappropriate to the setting in which I see you. I have the same rights and freedoms to state what I am thinking at the moment, just as anyone else has. But you, and the others you were with, chose not to explore what I had said, but simply condemn my remark. What is any medium of conversation to become if people do not question, argue, explore? I did not have the opportunity to talk with you about all this at the time, so I am taking the opportunity to do it here. You praise this board for allowing you to share with the digits on the screen that which is most personal to you. I am with you 100% on that. My main disappointment is that often this kind of medium becomes frivolous to the point where everyone must agree with everyone else, or they are labelled negatively. I am not claiming that to be the case with sorabji, so forgive me if I am using this forum inappropriately. I, personally, like controversy and challenges, but I pick and choose my arguments to suit myself, not anyone else.....particularly in places that allow us more freedom to be honest and less restricted by the frowns and disapproving looks from those who see us every day. now, that said, good luck once again with your venture. by the way, i still like you, ya dope. |
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sorry, momma i don't want to be cute anymore. |
i was just thinking the other day how we've had a chance to watch you grow up. you're maturing, you ass. i don't mean that in a condescending kind of way. it probably sounds bad. i know you don't like your age pointed at. whatever. you'll live. go find some of your old posts and see how young you were. |
but that doesn't mean i have to be all whiny and shit. i sound like a punk-ass. |
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let's have a census of punk asses! geek. |
I would like to be a punk ass, but I think I have rarely ever been able to combine the two. Either a punk, or an ass, that's me. |
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(but not gramma j) |
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Im sure that in time i will be like most of you are now, spilling my mind out here into the mysteriously public, yet, at the same time almost private world of Sorabji. Thankyou, Mark A. Thomas! |
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And Patrick, OH MY GOD I hate that gum thing too. |
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I was browsing through here: Are these you and yours? |
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I...stumbled across them. Had to close browser quick fast and in a hurry |
old me's and mine's. those were images were made during my first year in photography class, which seems like 10+ years ago but was in '99,'00. I've done quite a bit since then. |
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now stop gawking. |
I knew you were Waffleboy Of course, that's what happens when you squish 3 years of postings into your brain during a two week bout with insomnia |
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I thought you were some how inferring that Patrick/Waffleboy wasn't living up to that post and was once sincere, but not anymore. And that you were trying to say that in an indirect and mean way. |
like, try telling Sem that I look like Alanis Morisette and see what happens |
fah! spunk, you're a prick for reviving this thread as I generally wince at anything I have said in the past. |
And second of all, I have nothing else to say but I hate it when people say first of all for emphasis and don't follow it up with anything. |
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theres a chupacubra post up there. im fuckin gramma. |
And I even posted from an unfamiliar, not easily traceable IP and a remote location. Ain't I clever? Even fooled myself. |
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I loved the pics of your wife, very artistic, and beautiful. Also, Angry Sam looks so familiar it is scary. I don't think there was a pic you took I didn't like. You are very talented. |
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Bauhaus the band got its name from this. Thanks for the nice words, but generally speaking, none of those images are in my portfolio. For the most part they are in my poop pile. 90% of my work is not online. no dougie i hadnt heard of that exhibit, yet i did hear them mention WeeGee on the news, bout a half hour ago...but i was swimming inmy coffee. that sounds interesting. i saw an exhibit a few years ago that was comrpised of old LA Crime scene photos. Grizzly shit...but i love it. Raymond Chandler, James Elroy and the like (think LA Confidential) are stories i dig. |
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on friday evenings they have jazz out in the courtyard..free...with beer, wine and coffee available. its a great museum. |
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wait......yes |
only one eighth my size. |
