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Postby Kinetic II » Mon Dec 22, 2003 4:52 pm

That was the response I expected. With all due respect to Ivy and her points, it doesn't matter how you spin it a sock is a sock.

I guess your own words about socks being such a plague have no weight, and now there's a credibility issue. But that's your problem...I took care of mine by dumping my socks and coming out. It's a shame you can't do the same regardless of who calls you out. Oh well, the board will see it as it is. Your words...your failure to act on them. Case closed.
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Postby BlueBirdPoof » Mon Dec 22, 2003 5:06 pm

Badger wrote:I don't think anyone here is surprised by the revelation that Isotopia et Badger share the same blood.


Actually, I was. But then, I'm still having trouble telling people apart. I'm certainly not up to matching socks on this board. Iso was sure full blooded for a puppet.
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Postby Badger » Mon Dec 22, 2003 5:15 pm

It's a shame you can't do the same regardless of who calls you out. Oh well, the board will see it as it is. Your words...your failure to act on them. Case closed.


Someone wake me up when the tea's ready or the tempest blows past.

Either way I'll be snoozing....
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Postby talisen » Mon Dec 22, 2003 5:20 pm

I'm still curious about the bazooka <grin>
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Postby Badger » Mon Dec 22, 2003 5:26 pm

It's one of a bunch of avatars that I snagged from a site in Denmark.

Most of them are along these lines. Cute and cuddly with an edge. There's probably more to my Bazooka-Poo than I'm admitting to.
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Postby III » Mon Dec 22, 2003 8:32 pm

>the board will see it as it is.

probably. that doesn't explain why you keep trying to justify yourself, though.
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Postby foamin' at the mouth » Mon Dec 22, 2003 9:22 pm

Sir, i think you pick on the wrong one. Whining deamons disguised as self revealing weeklings don't deserve the empathy of a genius who was confirmed as such as early in the 7th grade! (sympathy maybe-empathy never!) Anyway, I am counting on Miz Isotopia lending me her fabulous handbags and wigs. That way I'll have room for my electric banana.
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Postby Kinetic II » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:21 pm

Welcome to the latest installment of "As the sock puppet turns".

Foam, run a spell checker and repost as your too smart to be making so many typos. As for wigs, I'm sure you can find better sources and for handbags I have a small connection of sorts to Kate Spade that could take care of your needs for years. As for Badger, he put himself in the position of defending the indefensible. The quote of socks being a plague on the eplaya are from him and I am simply calling on him to explain how he can say that and turn right around and acknowledge he has a sock of his own?

Ivy does brings up a valid point, Iso was created when the eplaya was having trouble setting up new accounts. I run into this same problem when I was coming home from BM / SF this year. Instead of creating a sock I was able to contact the admin (technopatra) and 24 hours later the account was working fine. Iso has lived on well beyond those days (Sept 5th, 2003) and for what purpose? You tell me....but I think I already know.

In any event a sock is a sock. If I use Badger's own words, socks are a plague to the eplaya. Well step up and do the right thing. Get rid of the sock. What's so complex about this? Not a darn thing. Any delay is simply Badger being stubborn or avoiding the issue, using my foibles and quirks as an excuse to duck out of a mess he made himself. Again Badger, I call on you to take your own advice. One ID, one person. Dump the sock. Get rid of your contribution to the plague. Step right up, I'm sure when the admins have a split second they can ghost Iso just like I asked them to do with Araceli and Cariapata!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to watching Comedy Central and laughing my ass off. Have a nice day!
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Postby foamin' at the mouth » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:39 pm

K, I'll grant you my spelling sucks but, I would never use anything as pedestrian as a "Kate Spade" bag. I prefer things more unique.

As for my spelling and grammar, I'll just live with demons being deamons and will continue to seek "miz" Isotpia's fashion advice. I'll just settle for sitting in a certain corner of hell atop various editions of the Chicago Manual of Style desperately hoping to absorb them through osmosis. And about Isotopia...Please don't hate her because she's beautiful, and for God's sake turn off your TV! Maybe read Faust instead!
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Postby Badger » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:45 pm

Foam, run a spell checker and repost as your too smart to be making so many typos.


The retort of the uninspired - to be sure. But your use of 'your' I'm sure, was only meant to amuse.

Step right up, I'm sure when the admins have a split second they can ghost Iso just like I asked them to do with Araceli and Cariapata!


Why? To asked to be ghosted is to suggest one never had anything to say in the first place.

We've (Badgertopia) always stood by our words even when graced with hindsight and the realization that things might have been said better or differently. No apologies. No explanations. No secrets.

So, no dear. Iso stays. If only to provide a glimmer of hope for those like Foam who earnestly seek (and accept) fabulousness in the realm of fashion advice.
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Postby antron » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:46 pm

In the words of Robert Burns, written in 1785:

The last verse of "To a Louse"

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n Devotion!


He spelt phonetically in Scots. But K2, his message should be plain to you.
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Postby antron » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:48 pm

...earnestly seek (and accept) fabulousness in the realm of fashion advice


hey! i want to be fabulous too!
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Postby Isotopia » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:51 pm

Like most of us Antron, you already are.

Just keep in mind that Tiara is the archetype of fabulousness and all will be well.
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Postby Bob » Tue Dec 23, 2003 2:49 am

I'm glad nobody came here looking for yahoos.
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I got yer yahoo right here!

Postby foamin' at the mouth » Tue Dec 23, 2003 8:09 am

I'm glad nobody came here looking for yahoos.


Oh golly, Bob....<hangs head> Well okay, here's some yahoo's, a little about gifting, and a little lesson on being self-reliant then. As recounted by an adventurer of another time.

A VOYAGE TO THE COUNTRY OF THE HOUYHNHNMS.

 The Author conducted by a Houyhnhnm to his House. The House described. The Author's Reception. The Food of the Houyhnhnms. The Author in Distress for Want of Meat, is at last relieved. His Manner of feeding in this Country.


H AVING traveled about three Miles, we came to a long kind of Building, made of Timber, stuck in the Ground, and wattled a-cross; the Roof was low, and covered with Straw. I now began to be a little comforted, and took out some Toys, which Travellers usually carry for Presents to the Savage Indians of America and other Parts, in hopes the People of the House would be thereby encouraged to receive me kindly. The Horse made me a Sign to go in first; it was a large Room with a smooth Clay Floor, and a Rack and Manger extending the whole Length on one side. There were three Nags, and two Mares, not eating, but some of them sitting down upon their Hams, which I very much wondered at; but wondered more to see the rest employed in domestick Business. These seemed but ordinary Cattle, however this confirmed my first Opinion, that a People who could so far civilize brute Animals, must needs excel in Wisdom all the Nations of the World. The Gray came in just after, and thereby prevented any ill Treatment, which the others might have given me. He neighed to them several times in a style of Authority, and received Answers.

 Beyond this Room there were three others, reaching the Length of the House, to which you passed through three Doors, opposite to each other, in the manner of a Vista; we went through the second Room towards the third, here the Gray walked in first, beckoning me to attend: I waited in the second Room, and got ready my Presents, for the Master and Mistress of the House: They were two Knives, three Bracelets of false Pearl, a small Looking-glass and a Bead Necklace. The Horse neighed three or four times, and I waited to hear some Answers in a human Voice, but I heard no other Returns, than in the same Dialect, only one or two a little shriller than his. I began to think that this House must belong to some Person of great Note among them, because there appeared so much Ceremony before I could gain Admittance. But, that a Man of Quality should be served all by Horses, was beyond my Comprehension. I feared my Brain was disturbed by my Sufferings and Misfortunes: I roused my self, and looked about me in the Room where I was left alone; this was furnished like the first, only after a more elegant Manner. I rubbed my Eyes often, but the same Objects still occurred. I pinched my Arms and Sides to awake myself, hoping I might be in a Dream. I then absolutely concluded, that all these Appearances could be nothing else but Necromancy and Magick. But I had no time to pursue these Reflections; for the Gray Horse came to the Door, and made me a Sign to follow him into the third Room, where I saw a very comely Mare, together with a Colt and Fole, sitting on their Haunches, upon Matts of Straw, not unartfully made, and perfectly neat and clean.

 The Mare soon after my Entrance, rose from her Matt, and coming up close, after having nicely observed my Hands and Face, gave me a most contemptuous Look; then turning to the Horse, I heard the Word Yahoo often repeated betwixt them; the Meaning of which Word I could not then comprehend, although it were the first I had learned to pronounce; but I was soon better informed, to my everlasting Mortification: For the Horse beckoning to me with his Head, and repeating the Word Hhuun, Hhuun, as he did upon the Road, which I understood was to attend him, led me out into a kind of Court, where was another Building at some Distance from the House. Here we enter'd, and I saw three of these detestable Creatures, whom I first met after my Landing, feeding upon Roots, and the Flesh of some Animals, which I afterwards found to be that of Asses and Dogs, and now and then a Cow dead by Accident or Disease. They were all tyed by the Neck with strong Wyths fastened to a Beam; they held their Food between the Claws of their Fore-feet, and tore it with their Teeth.

 The Master Horse ordered a Sorrel Nag, one of his Servants, to untie the largest of these Animals, and take him into the Yard. The Beast and I were brought close together; and our Countenances diligently compared, both by Master and Servant, who thereupon repeated several times the Word Yahoo. My Horror and Astonishment are not to be described, when I observed, in this abominable Animal, a perfect human Figure; the Face of it indeed was flat and broad, the Nose depressed, the Lips large, and the Mouth wide. But these Differences are common to all Savage Nations, where the Lineaments of the Countenance are distorted by the Natives suffering their Infants to lie groveling on the Earth, or by carrying them on their Backs, nuzzling with their Face against the Mother's Shoulders. The Fore-feet of the Yahoo differed from my Hands in nothing else, but the Length of the Nails, the Coarseness and Brownness of the Palms, and the Hairiness on the Backs. There was the same Resemblance between our Feet, with the same Differences, which I knew very well, tho' the Horses did not, because of my Shoes and Stockings; the same in every Part of our Bodies, except as to Hairiness and Colour, which I have already described.

 The great Difficulty that seemed to stick with the two Horses, was, to see the rest of my Body so very different from that of a Yahoo, for which I was obliged to my Cloaths whereof they had no Conception: The Sorrel Nag offered me a Root, which he held (after their Manner, as we shall describe in its proper Place) between his Hoof and Pastern; I took it in my Hand, and having smelt it, returned it to him again as civilly as I could. He brought out of the Yahoo's Kennel a Piece of Ass's Flesh, but it smelt so offensively that I turned from it with loathing; he then threw it to the Yahoo, by whom it was greedily devoured. He afterwards shewed me a Whisp of Hay, and a Fetlock full of Oats; but I shook my Head, to signify that neither of these were Food for me. And indeed, I now apprehended, that I must absolutely starve, if I did not get to some of my own Species: For as to those filthy Yahoos, although there were few greater Lovers of Mankind, at that time, than myself; yet I confess I never saw any sensitive Being so detestable on all Accounts; and the more I came near them, the more hateful they grew, while I stayed in that Country. This the Master Horse observed by my Behaviour, and therefore sent the Yahoo back to his Kennel. He then put his Fore- hoof to his Mouth, at which I was much surprized, although he did it with Ease, and with a Motion that appeared perfectly natural, and made other Signs to know what I would eat; but I could not return him such an Answer as he was able to apprehend; and if he had understood me, I did not see how it was possible to contrive any way for finding my self Nourishment. While we were thus engaged, I observed a Cow passing by, whereupon I pointed to her, and expressed a Desire to let me go and milk her. This had its Effect; for he led me back into the House, and ordered a Mare-Servant to open a Room, where a good store of Milk lay in Earthen and Wooden Vessels, after a very orderly and cleanly Manner. She gave me a large Bowl full, of which I drank very heartily, and found my self well refreshed.

 About Noon I saw coming towards the House a kind of Vehicle, drawn like a Sledge by Four Yahoos. There was in it an old Steed, who seemed to be of Quality, he alighted with his Hind-feet forward, having by Accident got a Hurt in his Left Fore-foot. He came to dine with our Horse, who received him with great Civility. They dined in the best Room, and had Oats boiled in Milk for the second Course, which the old Horse ate warm, but the rest cold. Their Mangers were placed circular in the middle of the Room, and divided into several Partitions, round which they sate on their Haunches upon Bosses of Straw. In the Middle was a large Rack with Angles answering to every Partition of the Manger. So that each Horse and Mare eat their own Hay, and their own Mash of Oats and Milk, with much Decency and Regularity. The Behaviour of the young Colt and Fole appeared very modest, and that of the Master and Mistress extremely cheerful and complaisant to their Guest. The Grey ordered me to stand by him, and much Discourse passed between him and his Friend concerning me, as I found by the Stranger's often looking on me, and the frequent Repetition of the Word Yahoo.

 I happened to wear my Gloves, which the Master-Gray observing, seemed perplexed, discovering Signs of Wonder what I had done to my Fore- feet; he put his Hoof three or four times to them, as if he would signify, that I should reduce them to their former Shape, which I presently did, pulling off both my Gloves, and putting them into my Pocket. This occasioned farther Talk, and I saw the Company was pleased with my Behaviour, whereof I soon found the good Effects. I was ordered to speak the few Words I understood, and while they were at Dinner, the Master taught me the Names for Oats, Milk, Fire, Water, and some others; which I could readily pronounce after him, having from my Youth a great Facility in learning Languages.

 When Dinner was done, the Master Horse took me aside, and by Signs and Words made me understand the Concern that he was in, that I had nothing to eat. Oats in their Tongue are called hlunnh. This Word I pronounced two or three times; for although I had refused them at first, yet upon second Thoughts I considered that I could contrive to make of them a kind of Bread, which might be sufficient with Milk to keep me alive, till I could make my Escape to some other Country, and to Creatures of my own Species. The Horse immediately ordered a White Mare-servant of his Family to bring me a good Quantity of Oats in a sort of Wooden Tray. These I heated before the Fire as well as I could, and rubbed them till the Husks came off, which I made a shift to winnow from the Grain; I ground and beat them between two Stones, then took Water, and made them into a Paste or Cake, which I toasted at the Fire, and eat warm with Milk. It was at first a very insipid Diet, though common enough in many Parts of Europe, but grew tolerable by Time; and having been often reduced to hard Fare in my Life, this was not the first Experiment I had made how easily Nature is satisfied. And I cannot but observe, that I never had one Hour's Sickness, while I staid in this Island. 'Tis true, I sometimes made a shift to catch a Rabbet, or Bird, by Springes made of Yahoos Hair, and I often gathered wholesome Herbs, which I boiled, or eat as Salades with my Bread, and now and then, for a Rarity, I made a little Butter, and drank the Whey. I was at first at a great loss for Salt; but Custom soon reconciled the Want of it; and I am confident that the frequent use of Salt among us is an Effect of Luxury, and was first introduced only as a Provocative to Drink; except where it is necessary for preserving of Flesh in long Voyages, or in Places remote from great Markets. For we observe no Animal to be fond of it but Man: And as to myself, when I left this Country, it was a great while before I could endure the Taste of it in anything that I eat.



--Gulliver's Travels, Jonathan Swift
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Postby Kinetic II » Tue Dec 23, 2003 9:42 am

Isotopia wrote:Just keep in mind that Tiara is the archetype of fabulousness and all will be well.


Now there's something that's beyond question. However leaving Ivy and her designing skills out is a glaring omission that must be corrected.

As for the rest of the comments, it's nothing more than an elaborate smokescreen designed to let Badger slip out the back while his friends cover the front door for him. It also serves the purpose of making me look bad if I continue pressing the issue....so it looks like I'll have to back off.

But the credibility damage is done, his position can be spun a thousand ways and it still comes back to "a sock is a sock". He is a part of the problem he loathed and yet he refuses to do anything about it...his inaction speaks louder than anything I have to say. In any event, keep up the great smoke screen and damage control...that was the best attempt at smoke screening I've seen this side of Pennsylvania Ave. Unless a more compelling rebuttal comes along I don't see the point in dealing with this any further. The smoke is starting to smell.....kinda like moldy socks that haven't been cleaned for awhile and need to be washed out.

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Postby Bob » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:03 am

re: Gullivers, I preferred Swift's solution to the Irish Problem.
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Postby Ivy » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:10 am

K, I don't need you to stick up for me. If you're sticking up for "unsung heroes," there are plenty of other people on the eplaya with superior skills that are being left out here.

You say you respect my points but you have missed them entirely. I sotopia is not a sock. Isotopia is a responsible, credible, contributing member of the eplaya. Show me another sock that fits that description. You can't. A sock has no personality--it's an empty shell designed to fit a generic hand. It is clear that neither Isotopia nor Badger fall into that category.
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Postby Bob » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:15 am

Hmm... I hadn't noticed how Badger may have used alternate identities to post hysterical emotion-wrenching eplaya content with the express purpose of misleading others. There's a difference between putting on a costume to party, and putting on a ski mask to rape and avoid being ID'd.
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Postby Kinetic II » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:32 am

Ivy: I chose to intentionally skip over your comments.
Bob: I understand your point but your choice of words needs another look.
And anyone that "jokes" about PolPot and the Cambodian massacres seriously needs some sensitivity training and is morally unfit to be a Ranger or hold any position of authority. I spit on anyone who continues to show any kind of support to the causes he represented and I make no apologies for making life miserable for any supporter of that tragic chapter in human history.

I told SED in a prior post that I had two unfinished pieces of business here and as of this morning they are wrapped up. Godspeed indeed, I am outta here. For those who know...I'm heading to Virginia for a COG exercise today. I can't come back as K2.
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Postby Bob » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:36 am

Not to mention someone who puts on a ski mask and demands that the admin pull it off. That would be one sick dude, IMO.
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Postby Ivy » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:42 am

Ivy: I chose to intentionally skip over your comments.


A lot of people choose, intentially or not, to ignore the truth when it hurts or doesn't suit them.
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Postby Chai Guy » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:43 am

I can't come back as K2.


This feels like the end of a cheesey horror movie, when the bad guy is thought to be dead but then you see the mangled fist rise up from the grave.

Prepare yourselves for the return, muahahahaahahaaa!!!
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Postby foamin' at the mouth » Tue Dec 23, 2003 10:52 am

re: Gullivers, I preferred Swift's solution to the Irish Problem.


You mean eating their young?
when the bad guy is thought to be dead but then you see the mangled fist rise up from the grave.

I'll bet you there's gonna be a sequel.
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Postby III » Tue Dec 23, 2003 11:01 am

>>end of a cheesey horror movie

yeah, but there's only so many times that the "no really, this time he's *really* dead trick works.

after a while, you'll just get up and walk out of the movie.
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Postby drowned_saved » Tue Dec 23, 2003 11:14 am

Bob wrote:re: Gullivers, I preferred Swift's solution to the Irish Problem.

yep. eat 'em. eat 'em all.
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Postby BlueBirdPoof » Tue Dec 23, 2003 11:38 am

Irish babies or sock puppets?

(I need to know whether to buy marshmellows or meat tenderizer.)
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Postby Guest » Tue Dec 23, 2003 3:01 pm

chicken-fucking nazis
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Postby Badger » Tue Dec 23, 2003 3:56 pm

anyone that "jokes" about PolPot and the Cambodian massacres seriously needs some sensitivity training and is morally unfit to be a Ranger or hold any position of authority.


Hey, Mr. Poopie, Khemer and say that!

<oops, another slip of my genocidal sympathies>

I mean, I guess I should consider turning in the khaki after all. It would seem my interface with this year's contingent of participants at Moulin Khmer Rouge camp has marked me as a sympathizer of genocide and resevoir of bad jokes.

Oh wicked sting! Oh biting barb of the righteous. I am diminished in my humanity for the affonts perptrated against the Just, Righteous and Newly Arisen Apostse of the Sock(TM).

Wonder if the DPW will have me? And whatever will I do without my Authority?

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