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And Another Thing...
Oct. 17th, 2004 12:20 amAt the risk of turning into Sir Whinge-A-Lot (a title to which I ex[pect to be elevtaed at some point in my life - no doubt the citation has been lost somewhere by the bloody Post Office, useless bastards mutter mutter dribble), another things about Mono:
I can't help feeling disturbed by the fact that at least two diaries on Mono are quite clearly and self-consciously accounts of personalities falling apart.
Well, to be more accurate, one of them is an almost Kafka-esque string of despatches from the heart of a nervous breakdown (though I question how the storm can go on for several months at a fixed intensity without resolution of one sort or another).
the other is possibly the most pathetic thing I have ever witnessed (yes, even pipping the mighty s***o, who seems to have disappeared back to the vale of tears and masturbation that spawned him). This is a diary which is deliberately written in the hope of offending someone, anyone, somewhere. No humour, no rationality , no cohesion - just a desperate need to get a reaction. I have never met the owner of this diary, or at least not that I know of - my suspicion is that he believes that dogs howl and babies fill their nappies at his approach. In fact the dogs and the babies, let alone the rest of creation, don't even notice his existence.
There is a definable gulf between speaking your mind for the hope of community uplift from problems, and simply hanging your dirty washing out in public. It is intriguing how many spods have great difficulty spotting that gulf, even when they've fallen into it.
I can't help feeling disturbed by the fact that at least two diaries on Mono are quite clearly and self-consciously accounts of personalities falling apart.
Well, to be more accurate, one of them is an almost Kafka-esque string of despatches from the heart of a nervous breakdown (though I question how the storm can go on for several months at a fixed intensity without resolution of one sort or another).
the other is possibly the most pathetic thing I have ever witnessed (yes, even pipping the mighty s***o, who seems to have disappeared back to the vale of tears and masturbation that spawned him). This is a diary which is deliberately written in the hope of offending someone, anyone, somewhere. No humour, no rationality , no cohesion - just a desperate need to get a reaction. I have never met the owner of this diary, or at least not that I know of - my suspicion is that he believes that dogs howl and babies fill their nappies at his approach. In fact the dogs and the babies, let alone the rest of creation, don't even notice his existence.
There is a definable gulf between speaking your mind for the hope of community uplift from problems, and simply hanging your dirty washing out in public. It is intriguing how many spods have great difficulty spotting that gulf, even when they've fallen into it.
