Hmmm, again I find you in my inbox, repeating your last message to me. And again you prove my oft repeated hypothesis that you are desperately in need of attention. I refer you to Message 5781521, where you say Off Topic Posts are to an SI thread as Litter is to a Landscape. Then, you're next post is an admittedly off-topic post. Anyone interested in looking back at your many posts will find numerous instances of this kind of duplicity.
It's a shame, Mr. DART, as this thread you started was FINALLY one of substance, one worth discussing. But alas, in your desire to philosophize to the masses, and show just how bright you are, you bring your narcissism to the table in such a way as to turn virtually everyone off. I predict this thread of yours will similarly die as your others have, unless you get back on topic. I for one would enjoy reading posts on the subject matter, and might even participate.
Likewise, you make the huge mistake of taking credit for something you had no hand in, as is your habit, and when dressed down by SI Bob (in a very mild manner, I might add) you pick it apart piece by piece, where a short apology would have sufficed. You make so much more of it than is necessary, but I'm sure no one is surprised by that. I might have said something like, "Oops, my mistake. I meant to say asked when I said got." But of course, you are not me, as I am a zero, and you have no desire to waste your time with me.
Again I ask, why are you posting to me then? Why can't you be consistent, and actually STOP 'wasting your time with me'? Remember, every time you say such things, then post to me, you prove my point over and over and over and over.......again.
Try to take some control of yourself, Mr. DART. Lighten up, take yourself much less seriously, and KEEP YOUR WORD. Your word is really all you have, but when you continue to break it, you destroy ANY credibility you might have built up. You are obviously an intelligent fellow, which I admire. However, intelligence, without the requisite maturity to interact with mere mortals, is wasted intelligence. You become just another precocious little child who can't seem to find (or get) his way.
Your (confused and exasperated, yet even more loving) servant,
Len |
