To: Grainne who wrote (49765 ) 8/8/1999 8:36:00 AM From: George S. Montgomery Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 108807
Christine, incidentally, hello: Along with popcorn's having lost its appeal, numerous other unrecognized changes have taken place in my constitution. Awayback, I used to have fun toying with the Michaels and Jameses and such - never really satisfaction, but a disdainful knocking sort of 'fun.' The actual fun was in playing with Terry till he would collapse, bringing him to a state of embarrassed imbecility and defenselessness. Within the past few days, as the pigs-human melding at the end of Animal Farm, I have come to enjoy Terry - I believe a few layers of his protective coating have been removed. (Not by me, for god's sake.) And what remains is, to his dismay perhaps, quite enjoyable. So, with the popcorn, the appeal in messaging with the 'Michaels' has not only vanished, but also the sense of verbal combat with Terry. On basic philosophies, I loathe Randian reasoning and Libertarian babble - and find Terry less extremist, and more witty, than in the past on these issues. On Global Warming, I believe it is a fact - but not a fact leading to the emergency situation you all construct. Within the finititude of all of our environment, as relating to flesh and blood human existence, I have a strong sense that our participation in Warming is, at best, contributory negligence in its true legal definition. Broadly, my deepest plaything has been the limited KNOWLEDGE that we, as individuals - as well as a species - actually have about our situation in the cosmos. We know so very very little - yet some act as if reading from a Guide to Speaking Absolute Truth. Which is, one must honestly admit, sort of silly. So, after another inexcusable ramble, I repeat my answer to your question: Popcorn, the Michaels, and the Pernicious Prattlings of Terry having lost flavor, much of the fun seems to have been taken from the board. (The "edge" reference relates to reactions I had to the Petty Terry, which, as of this writing, I do not sense any more. These have been replaced by the always present admiration I had for the breadth of the swath of his scythe.) So, there! My response to your mothership of the thread remains unchanged however. Document after document being slammed on the table, point after point being reiterated in insisting, to the Judges, that there is an Easter Bunny, and that the Big Bad Wolf is rapping at our door. I am sentimentally melted, warmed, electrifies, any-or-the-foregoing, by the infrequent exchanges between you and penni. Somewhere there was a coven and a whole shitpile of fun-fun-fun, the ghost of which is revived symbolically by these maternal sharings. Love, george ps: It has been a yearago April that I have been procrastinating re getting my simple quarters picked up. A point of no return is surely being approached. Pray for me. To god. Ok? g.