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Loom
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167 stinking feet above sea level : (
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Topic Author's Original Post - Nov 24, 2005 - 12:48pm PT
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. . . reprinted for yours.
If you are not doing something with it, if you are not changing someone else's mind or actions, or if it is not changing you or what you do, then what is it?
For a while now I have preferred to be more of a voyeur rather than a participant in the on-line verbal circle-jerk that is the SuperTopo Climber’s Forum™. I guess I'm in a kind of super-torpor.
For me, the quality of ST seems low right now, not so much because of the political circle-jerks or scarcity of climbing- related jerk-off competitions, but because of the self-referential threads; threads that focus on SuperTopo™ itself and STers themselves. Question: what could be more insipid than yanking the plank while thinking about yanking the plank? Answer: Talking about how someone else talks about whacking the weasel. (Yes, I know, here I am, priming the pump too.) Some people just have a compulsive urge to evict the testicular squatters even when there’s no ink to Flick your Bic™, and the dolphin’s skin is sloughing off from too much flogging. Why don’t we all strum the one-stringed harp while we talk about whether or not Lois was faking it when we tickled the taco with her earlier? Can we all burp our worms while we are simultaneously wondering whether Juan was Lois, whether Juan was faking it, and how Juan could fire his pound gun so many times in one day when we were tweaking our Twinkies with Juan earlier. And don’t forget to cuddle your kielbasa when you’re wondering why so many STers want to crank the shank when Crimpie’s in the house. This is one of the best examples of boys playing with the pink torpedo and girls playing with the man in the boat while talking about the Oscar Meyer™ love spell. That sure doesn’t make me want to paint the ceiling, but carry on; I have no desire to corral anyone’s tadpoles.
As for the climbing related circle-jerks, they rarely catch my interest unless we’re all jacking off about the direction climbing is headed, and unless I feel like I have a chance at making a difference in the real world; keeping STers from spooging bolts all over the rock, so to speak. I rarely respond to noob bullsh!t; bludgeoning the beefsteak over the How to Fvck™ instruction manual! Sheesh! Work for it; learn it. Same goes for trip reports and stories. I prefer to share my stories about the real thing while I’m with good friends. (Kinky, I know.)
In the political circles some whip their drippers to utopian fantasies, some clear their snorkels to vicious, sadistic delusions, and some do wrist aerobics to narcissistic hallucinations. Then while extolling the virtues of their particular daydream, they attack each other for the fantasies that the others enjoy when goosing their gherkins. But they don’t really listen to each other—they just wait for an opportunity to attack. They search for a weakness in the other guy’s fantasy without really looking critically at the shortcomings of their own. Fatrad and Jody have been using the secret handshake since forever to their non-ironic version of A Modest Proposal : solve the problems of the Middle East by devouring Islamic babies. And with the exception of some Peak Oil arguments no one has been playing the skin flute to a different tune in the political circle-jerks.
Even if you could get someone to buff his banana or tug her vertical smile to the same fantasy as you—so what? You and he or she are still just jackin’. As for myself I too am quite sure that my fantasy is the best, but it’s not worth it to me to get so frustrated and disgusted at not being able to get someone to stop nerking his throbber to thoughts filled with murder or hubris that I want to hunt him down and punch him in the nose.
As I said before, except when I’ve gotten extremely bored, I’ve preferred to watch rather than participate in the on-line verbal circle-jerk lately. Not that there's anything wrong with oiling the obelisk, but that is all that almost everything on ST really is; don't take it too seriously. I think I’m better off not to trying to control what other people want to smack their oompa loompas about, so I wait for boredom or something interesting to me, while I watch and just shake my head . . . errr, shake my head.
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I'm leaving. I'll be in Yos by 11:30 a.m. See Ya.
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WBraun
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Nov 24, 2005 - 12:52pm PT
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I'll be there too :-)
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looking sketchy there...
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Nov 24, 2005 - 02:16pm PT
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Looks like you just gave Todd Gorden grist for a dozen new route names at Josh (many have already been used).
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Loom
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167 stinking feet above sea level : (
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2005 - 09:25pm PT
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Locker, I think Donny was a little rough on you. You're not forum diarrhea. You do seem to have a compulsive autoerotic attachment to your keyboard though. Be careful or you could end up with a case of forum forearm.
Apocalypse: "I put the ribs on the inside for MY pleasure."
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Loom
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167 stinking feet above sea level : (
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 24, 2005 - 10:42pm PT
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TOUCH ME
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