wondering what happens to people...for instance,


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By Martin on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 08:46 pm:
    Not to bring up a dead horse, but I wasn't around for much of it, and I'm not sure how it ended.
    After a series of sophomoric ranting posts (which were shot down or ignored by sorabji regulars), someone popped in to fill in some blanks as to the ignorant poster's character with this.
    After a couple more days of juvenalia, as far as I can tell, the ostrich's confidante gave us this guarantee.
    I know, I know...let sleeping rats drown. (or however that goes..) But I wonder--
    What "message" did he get?
    What finally convinced him to get lost? Everyone making fun of his ears, etc.? Markus' eloquent post?
    Does someone here know what happened? Do you guys all know?

By N on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 11:45 pm:
    i was wondering too... reminded by a news incident, the poor man who died a gruesome death in Alabama at hands (allegedly) of some former prison inmates with real politically incorrect views as evidenced by tattoos (not ground for conviction of course)...

By Chordata on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 12:31 am:
    His ability to post was removed.

    Please move on with your lives.

By PetePetRockYahtzee on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 01:45 pm:
    So that's what happened, huh?

    Wow....Mark really is Lord of Sorabji then. The ability to permanently disbar unruly members....an awesome power indeed.

    Guess I better behave from now on.

By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 04:49 pm:
    Pete, very interesting you should read what Chordata said that way. I took it to mean SHE knew something about the real life Mr. Oat, or she cast a spell on him. *grin*

By Pete on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 10:27 pm:
    ok Chordata--which one of us is correct?

By Frau bilznich on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 03:45 am:
    perhaps neeeether.

    some around might have tendrils that reach into the slightest of places. a sideways comment and bulletmeetsbitch, if you know what i am saying.

    msr. oouats finds himself bent funny in a dumpster staring at a reezturaunt/institooshun size can of pea soup (empty) while his last thoughts coagulate in and about the hole in his greasy head.

    perhaps he has become fuckfondue in the trunk of a maverick (gunmetal grey) which has been dimensionally altered by a hydrolick compactor in some shifty tenneseeee junk yard.

    or maybe he has become a fish hobbyiest with heavy shooos somewheres in the gulf of mexico.

    fucker.

    or nothing at all. bored and left.

    andnowhereturns. martin?


By Chordata on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 03:06 pm:
    or maybe all of those things in various permutations.

    i may or may not have anything to do with them.

    i plead the fifth.

    i don't know jack shit.

    yup.

    i might have fallen in love and married him and you bastards would never even know.

    god bless the fucking internet!


By Cyst on Sunday, May 16, 1999 - 12:40 pm:

    I was thinking of some of those people I used to know. like my fifth-grade best friend. according to my dad (whose first language is not english), my mom saw her in a store recently:

    "Mom met *** in Albertsons. She is not a hairdresser anymore. Her neck is tilted. She looks old and is selling cosmetics in a store."

    but what about the others?

    the guy I almost kissed in the downtown chicago marriott on halloween night in 1992 at the college journalists conference. I wore a short red-violet seersucker dress with gray tights. my blond alcoholic sorority chick friend, who talked me and the other reluctant seattle attendee into going to the hard rock cafe earlier that day, said this ucs* guy was cute, but I wasn't convinced until we got home and I saw the photos. I got him stoned with the good northwest bud I brought with me on the plane and we drank my friend's booze and I didn't kiss him, we just sat close together on the hotel room floor between the bed and the tv set. I wonder if he's married now.

    some people finder says he lives in northridge, california. where the hell is that?



By R.C. on Sunday, May 16, 1999 - 03:47 pm:

    I think that's near where Nate lives. (This guy's name's not Ian/is it? Becuz Nate's got a roommate named Ian. Plus he knows everybody worth knowing out there...)

    Wdn't that be just too 6-degrees-of-seperation?


By Agatha on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 01:31 am:

    i sent a letter to o##'s school, to the president. i told him that one of his students was posting offensive, racist comments on the internet, and gave him the url's to some of the threads. it made me happy. don't know if it did anything, but it made me happy anyhow.


By R.C. on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 01:38 am:

    Wait -- did I miss something?

    Who's 0###?


By Cyst on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 06:54 am:

    I looked on a map of california, and it seems that northridge is (40 miles?) north of l.a., sort of equidistant from l.a. and santa monica.

    it looks like a tres shitty place.

    his name isn't ian.

    my friend at the national gay and lesbian task force is saying he doesn't really want to go to our high school reunion but has hinted that he may be able to be talked into it.

    I think I will have to stress to him that we need only attend one of the events, not all three.


By Nate on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 11:30 am:

    northridge is 6+ hours from where i live.

    in the dirty southern part of the state.


By Sheila on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 02:19 pm:

    it is where all the water goes that they suck out of our part of the state, to fill their pools and wash their cars.


By Sheila on Monday, May 17, 1999 - 02:19 pm:

    bless you, agatha


By Agatha on Tuesday, May 18, 1999 - 02:15 am:

    s'nuthing.


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