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« on: December 01, 2008, 04:30:44 PM »

"...see, I have already won..." said the goblin

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« Reply #1 on: December 01, 2008, 04:32:15 PM »

So you have.....
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« Reply #2 on: December 01, 2008, 04:47:24 PM »


"...ah, signs of life..." said the goblin feeling that if that there was one thing the humans did well, it was "greed" but little did they know that they were dealing with a black-belt "last post" poster, "...post at your peril humans..." he softly warned them without him even reaching across to his coffee, he was fast

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« Reply #3 on: December 01, 2008, 04:52:46 PM »

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« Reply #4 on: December 01, 2008, 05:05:59 PM »

(the goblin welcome her ladyship saying "...our paths cross again it seems, nice to see you going up in the world...")

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« Reply #5 on: December 01, 2008, 05:29:41 PM »

some of us could cheat
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« Reply #6 on: December 01, 2008, 05:39:24 PM »


the goblin simply understood that if the "last post" thread was locked, that it was just like rain stopping play, no one would actually think that the weather had won, only that the game would now have to be played elsewhere

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« Reply #7 on: December 01, 2008, 05:57:29 PM »

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« Reply #8 on: December 01, 2008, 05:59:36 PM »

meanwhile, back at CIA headquarters agent Joe is carefully monitoring  Al Qaida's secret website at his desk, he thinks "...where's mac with my coffee then..." as he starts reading through the new posts for subliminal messages, reads: "infidel, may a thousand scorpions sit on your bum, your goblin days are numbered, this is my "last post" thread, it is written", then agent Joe looks up at agent McCoy who has come with his coffee, says "...you take over mac, I'm beat, I need a break..." turning to the second screen with showing the CIA site, he sips his coffee, feels better, clicks "new posts" and writes: "listen goblin, there's no way this thread is yours buddy", somehow the goblin is always supportive, he just likes sending people up he felt

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« Reply #9 on: December 01, 2008, 06:19:39 PM »

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« Reply #10 on: December 01, 2008, 06:23:13 PM »

Yaaaaawn, I'll wait until it's worth winning.

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« Reply #11 on: December 01, 2008, 06:26:27 PM »

(the goblin thanked fido for passing then, and liked fred's cartoon very much)

which was the moment the spacecraft landed and a little green alien said "...take me to your leader...", the goblin replied "...well, I don't know if he's actually the one you want and Mrs Rice is busy too, but a word of advise don't mention the housing crisis, health insurance, the price of petrol, global warming, the troops in Iraq, the deficit, gunlaws, detentions, torture and the exchange rate, second thoughts would you like Larry King or Jerry Springer instead..." to which the alien scratched his head, got back on his spaceship and whizzed away not quite sure what to make of the humans then, or the goblin for that matter

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« Reply #12 on: December 01, 2008, 06:38:57 PM »

the goblin simply understood that if the "last post" thread was locked, that it was just like rain stopping play, no one would actually think that the weather had won, only that the game would now have to be played elsewhere



That would be terrible! He muses slipping into first place!

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« Reply #13 on: December 01, 2008, 06:46:51 PM »

the goblin simply understood that once the thread was closed by someone it became a book, “...ah but I don't want to be a book, I am still very much alive...” declared the goblin who had fallen into a book a few times but had always restarted elsewhere

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« Reply #14 on: December 01, 2008, 07:17:54 PM »

meanwhile back at coronation street's Rovers Return, "...oh knees up mother brown, knees up mother brown, another stout with your chip butty goblin, hows that anthropological report going then..." the bucksum barmaid asks over the counter where the goblin types away next to her untouched offerings "...well I'll get round to eating them later(lying), btw do you have any coffee by any chance..." asked the goblin half in prayer to a somewhat bewildered barmaid rubbing the stubble on her chin as she tries to recollect "...eh, coffee now is it, um, I'll go down to the cellar luv, do you know what the bottle looks like...", "...no that's alright, I was..." as they both suddenly gasped as they saw a policebox appear by the dart's board where out pops a man "...hello, I am the Doctor, I say, could I have a chip butty too please with a coke...", the barmaid leans over to the goblin again whispers "...bloody Londoners from the BBC, always the same, he'll start asking directions next, just you watch..." the barmaid voice grows louder adding "...here you go love, if you want more HP source just holler..." as she plonks the chip butty on the counter, "...thank you, and you must be a goblin my good fellow, always nice to meet someone from the computer world, btw you wouldn't happen to know my way off this ITV channel by any chance..." the barmaid just squinted her face and gave a nod of "told you so too" to the goblin who just added it to his anthropological report

footnote: Dr Who had did find his way back to the BBC after accidentally landing in ITV's Coronation street , not least because the goblin had given directions in exchange for a giant tin of "Nescafe gold" instant coffee grains, that is, moments before the barmaid, then changed into her revealing sexy space suit, entered the tardis saying "...back in tick luv, the Doctor has promised to show me his knobs..." where the goblin just squinted his face and gave a nod of "told you so too" as was customary on Coronation street

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« Reply #15 on: December 01, 2008, 08:34:39 PM »

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« Reply #16 on: December 01, 2008, 08:40:40 PM »

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« Reply #17 on: December 01, 2008, 08:41:39 PM »

* Caliope  doth find the flea's posts amusing with a healthy dose of entertainment Smiley
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« Reply #18 on: December 01, 2008, 09:39:59 PM »

* Caliope  doth find the flea's posts amusing with a healthy dose of entertainment Smiley
Aye  cuppa
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« Reply #19 on: December 01, 2008, 10:27:12 PM »

(the goblin liked Caliope and her ladyship for their going post to post with him saying "...I feel at home here, I should just explain if you don't know me already that I mostly put up a text with a matching picture each time, and perhaps a personal comment above that in brackets like now, that is since whatever one posts wins anyway so this for me is my way on winning but anyone can post what they like here...", and with that the goblin posted another example below)

the goblin was mad and yet in his daily life he hid it well, saying "...most people are mad but mind you their lives are mad too so it all balances out under the reinforcement of habit..." and with that the goblin hoped that everyone would just adjust their madness accordingly seeing that the sanity they seek is probably a trick of the system to have them become more like everyone else, adding  "...you are right to laugh at it, but you have to learn to hide your laughter better, they're mad but caring about it will make you mad too, embrace your own values silently and slip under their radar..."

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« Reply #20 on: December 02, 2008, 08:18:06 PM »

the goblin returned some hours later to find the there were still no posts "...alas, poor cornerbots, I knew them well..." said the goblin borrowing words from Hamlet while downing his coffee in the bistro where so called "dailylife" continued a pace around him and where his eyes fall on a child being taught ABC by her parent, in fact the goblin understands the child's resentment at flexing the brain on the weekend, and just like school days the goblin wants to whisper the answer behind the teacher's back something like "...hush, the you have to take the last place here from the goblin or he wins again..." without getting caught by a the prof who normally was the "read up Marx, write down marks" type, the goblin caught that school memory before it could fully crawl out of the soil again where he then reburied it quickly

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« Reply #21 on: December 02, 2008, 09:18:28 PM »

But to win at times, you need to feel loss, I can quantify this statement - though shall refrain at this point - I am far to busy un-locking threads!

If you think you had lost something that was important it can be amazing just how quickly in this world a replacement, more shiny, more squidgy, more suitable and your loss becomes a win...

A little like I just have, on this very thread!

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« Reply #22 on: December 02, 2008, 10:31:56 PM »

(the goblin agreed with mofwtmy knowing that a thread can be unlocked but the past cannot be undone)

The goblin was here too, alone save for that cold feeling of deep passing night as he eyed the Christmas tree for its reassurance though it only seemed to open doors back to earlier trees of his wilder times “…you’re all gone, why do you want me to remind myself of all this now, besides they're, and you well know it too, either dead, grown up or very old now, …” he voiced to the bright tree surrounded by darkness, the tree laughed back"...stupid goblin is it only now that you learn that you can't give Christmas back to those who loved you, you can only pass it on for them..."


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« Reply #23 on: December 02, 2008, 10:34:20 PM »

I would reply, but I did a tiny little wee - while reading it!

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« Reply #24 on: December 02, 2008, 10:40:51 PM »

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« Reply #25 on: December 02, 2008, 11:47:26 PM »

Puzzled

I've given up all attempts of understanding.

I just read and enjoy instead Wink
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« Reply #26 on: December 03, 2008, 07:30:02 AM »

having caught a cold the goblin's mind, if he has one that is, is probably practicing swimming stokes at this moment in a pool of mucus between his ears, it reminds him to some extent of a man he knew in the bistro who was never drunk nor sober though always happily inebriated, anyway the goblin felt that listening to the man, or in the way that the goblin was thinking at thispoint, was very similar to reading something by Scott Fitzgerald where that same blurred impression of life came across, "...call it impressionist thinking then..." voiced the goblin to himself and his infection


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« Reply #27 on: December 03, 2008, 09:51:38 AM »

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« Reply #28 on: December 03, 2008, 11:19:21 AM »

the goblin is now vaguely watching his son try out his new game on his playstation called "Doommagi" where the box, written in German and as far as the goblin could make out, probably reads "chose one of three heroes  Balthasar, Gaspar, and Melchior who, trying to keep up with the traversing star, battle through the throngs of head counting minions of the evil Herrod all the way to Bethlehem, collecting gold, frankincence and myrrh on their way only stopping to trade at the taverns for lifepoints, weapons and armour upgrades, and camels speedups", to which the goblin concluded that he may be reading the box wrong again

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« Reply #29 on: December 03, 2008, 11:54:32 PM »

the music plays, and then that voice and Anne Robinson's ditti "...time to vote off the weakest link...", and the man then cuts in reminding the audience of the score "...with no wrong answers the strongest link is Augustus Fleamailman while with no right answers the weakest link are the members of this forum but will the voting reflect this..." the contenders in turn then show a large card with the name of who they are voting off, "flea","flea","flea","flea","flea","flea","flea","flea","George Bush","flea","flea","flea", so the goblin does the walk of shame and then when given the mic says "...I am not quite sure about this democracy thing, could we have a recount..."

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« Reply #30 on: December 04, 2008, 06:35:09 AM »

at which point the goblin himself suspected that, his opening up and explaining what it was really like to go through each and every wretched posting day under those cruel whims of that invisible illness "dyslexia", was perhaps not going cut much with members here today, "...ah but is my heart somehow shattered by all this, do I flinch form posting under the very gaze of those of who now somehow mock these sensibilities and sufferings here, no not this your poor goblin, not me, for I bare this all with forbodance and caffeine..." lamented the goblin over his lone and melancholy coffee once more

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« Reply #31 on: December 04, 2008, 09:28:16 AM »

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the goblin looked at the smiley above and guessed he must be in there somewhere, "...but to be honest, they could all be me depending on the coffee at the time..."
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« Reply #33 on: December 04, 2008, 11:27:19 PM »

"...one only really wins here when one is truly empty inside..." said the goblin adding "...otherwise the slot just laughs aloud, follows you around, and just waits for your return...", somehow, for the goblin at any rate, winning was going to the point where he felt he had used up all his ideas, "...yes that's my breaking point I believe..." remarked the goblin, "...well then are you broke yet or is there more..." the slot kept asking

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« Reply #34 on: December 04, 2008, 11:33:41 PM »

Yo goblin.

I think I agree with what you are saying  Puzzled
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« Reply #35 on: December 04, 2008, 11:46:34 PM »

(the goblin thanked Caliope for saying that he understood saying "...well that's good that one of us understands then...")

the goblin passed, wished well or at least better than he himself was feeling with his churning stomach while outside, the view from the windows showed a dull city under a duller sky, the key words being "indifference" and "escapism" but his stomach would have none of it, his eyes seemed to go up to the sky in the feint hope of some possible UFO abduction "...I am here, do with me as you wish surely it can't be any worse today unless, that is, you aliens have some sort of "intergalactic song contest"..."

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« Reply #36 on: December 04, 2008, 11:51:27 PM »

"intergalactic song contest"..."

Oh, that will be the X Factor, sorry about that  :blush:
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« Reply #37 on: December 04, 2008, 11:57:24 PM »

("...last post from me for tonight..." said the goblin)

the goblin was feeling better but he understood that life, as one gets older, shuns old people for being old, ugly, trash like, whatever, but the goblin realized now that it was "all up to himself" in that, if he had to become "old" like this, perhaps an iceberg in the eyes of others, then like that iceberg 1/5 part of him would remain visible where that other 4/5 part of him would float in the Internet as something far more than either the mirror or other real-life categorizations could fetter, so he simply restated here and to himself "...I will be what I create, my Internet self is going to be amazing, deep and real, promise, or I will die trying, is there really any choice then..."

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« Reply #38 on: December 05, 2008, 10:04:00 AM »

Yo goblin.

I think I agree with what you are saying  Puzzled
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« Reply #39 on: December 06, 2008, 12:08:03 AM »

bomb scare at the airport, the goblin's bus got to Heathrow where he was told "...so sorry you are not allowed in the terminal because you are not a transit passenger and non-transit people have to use the phone or internet to make their own arrangements...", the goblin went round to the another door at the other end of the terminal where, using a French accent, "..oui, I came form the Exeter..." while stroking a non-existant mustache and jugling non-existant balls, enters. Inside the goblin got one of the last three seats for the last flight to Geneva but that he would need to get to Pratwick for it. Grabbing a coffee and two bickys from the BA soup kitchen set up outside, the goblin eats half of one and gives up, pays for another bus ride and gives the second bicky to the bus driver politely suggesting that he eats it later much later. Upon arrival the queue resembles the yellow brick road, until finally at the desk the lady says"... would you like to put your keys, wallet, ticket and passport in this plastic bag, the rest we can put in the hold for you..." the goblin nods "...did you pack this bag yourself..." the goblin nods off "... any sharp object..." the goblin's head wobbles, gorps, etc., till she hands him the tickets "...upstairs, follow the departure signs..." queues, queues, queues until finally on the plane the girls announces "...we are sorry for the delay but we are having to remove some bags holdside of the people who have not turned up...". Stuck on the plane with nothing to read the goblin wonders why the woman even bothers to ask for our attention while she explains the usual safety drill so the goblin then puts his hand up and asks "...excuse me miss but what if the person next to me is a terrorist..." .

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« Reply #40 on: December 06, 2008, 08:42:55 PM »

"...hi everyone, yes sorry, still squatting on the thread here..." said the goblin who was taking a break by visiting his old folks over the weekend in England, something the goblin did often enough always remembering to gently shout at the top of one voice, slam the door when entering the room and risk of ever being drowned in tea and lemon cake, "...more tea..." comes the voice from downstairs followed a the ghost in the silence that seems to still say "...and have you done your homework, had your bath and brushed your teeth yet..."

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« Reply #41 on: December 07, 2008, 08:49:05 PM »

("...this post is from last year but I have found the picture for it now..." said the goblin posting it here)

the email reads that the goblin's mother (86 years old) might not be able to swallow, the goblin understood that the family would bulk at having her force fed with tubes, so the goblin replied to his father typing "...I know we hope that we haven't yet reached that point but, as always, simply I go along in supporting any decision you take or plans you make, also I think going naturally "without distress" is what my mother would have wanted if one was talking to her before this illness took her reason away from her, so I imagine there isn't anyone who wouldn't wish to go out in dignity so your decision for her would be once more the correct one for her here I feel..." and with that the goblin had to choose another postcard to write to his mother again as she would like to see pictures of the mountains, dad when he received it, would then read it to her if she was awake but what was written on the postcard didn't matter, only that she would feel that something nice had happened, the postcard seemed another slot asking for feeding "...so slot shall we tell her of the flowers in bloom, the blue sky and the breeze that floats the clouds across the Alps then..." "...goblin, I will swallow for her then..." the slot seemed to be saying
 
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« Reply #42 on: December 08, 2008, 07:37:37 PM »

the goblin just mentioned "...I have written much about the ideas "facing the slot", "journey to self" and separately that of "creating ones Internet self here"..." continuing "...but anyway, I doubt I could have ever got people to try it straight off, so I had to have them think this was a game knowing that slowly they would come to see it for what it really was...", the goblin tried to bridge what he was saying by concluding "...it's like they're playing peekaboo to a mirror only to shock themselves by seeing who they are by what they end up posting from themselves..."

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« Reply #43 on: December 08, 2008, 08:47:51 PM »

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« Reply #44 on: December 08, 2008, 09:24:01 PM »

(the goblin liked Her Ladyship saying "...thank you for posting here, you are much braver than the others here...")

"...rotten cold, oh this is thanks for nothing..." said the goblin who by nature was a passive friendly sensitive type, yet with his infuriating cold he felt that perhaps, playing Rometotalwar as a crazed murderous bloodthirsty general at the head of a Roman army storming those ancient worlds one or two at a time, had in fact some understandable appeal to it, and therefore his rallying speech would probably be "...men, the road to Rome and final victory is marked in mucus, I Augustus Fleamailman will show you that no common cold can ever stop us..." while sneezing his last into the towel



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« Reply #46 on: December 08, 2008, 11:28:43 PM »

"...morning again..." said the goblin who had been thinking that, although it is raining outside, any idea of space travel this morning is off in that each planet, and even each sun for that matter, is moving through space meaning that one would have to keep a constant eye on ones destination knowing that once there it would be very hard to find ones way back even if there were a friendly alien to help out, something like: "...excuse me Sir alien I am trying to get to Geneva, which is large collection of buildings we call a city, a city because it has a an empty large structure called a cathedral for sightseeing, which is in a country called Switzerland, which in fact isn't a country at all, but a confederation of little counties, which is in turn surrounded by lots more countries but is anyway all one landmass that no one cares to call an island because it is surrounding by the sea which makes our planet blue to look at, being the third planet from the nearest sun in our galaxy quite near the milky way, thanks...", "...ah but you're an earthling, welcome to our neck of the woods then, ah Geneva you say, you just take the third galaxy to the right, the second sun and it's the third planet, good luck then, do come again and "have a nice day"..." to which the goblin instinctively knew that if he followed those instructions he would just end up at MacDonald's as happens always with the hapless tourists here in Geneva,  nope the goblin feels that perhaps this morning he'll give space-tourism a miss then

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« Reply #47 on: December 09, 2008, 12:11:35 PM »

he goblin could relate, (lying since he's usually daydreaming), at times the goblin needed a break as if to step a few feet back from the canvas just to see if what he was portraying was still the big picture in his view while at other time the goblin needed to get up close to outline its finer details "...the problem starts when one goes too far in either direction when the portrayal becomes "distant" on the one hand or "over detailed" on the other, but the slot never minds, do you slot...", the slot, eying the goblin's coffee again, replied "...not at all goblin, I'll eat anything and still be hungry afterwards..." and then smiling the slot adds "...in fact, it's amazing goblin that you even try to get the essence of your life into your posts then, surely you must know that it is impossibly futile...", "...well slot, I just like these odds..." replied as the goblin wondering if he too could somehow throw the washbasin through the bars of our "dailylife asylum" just like in the film with Jack Nicholson



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« Reply #48 on: December 09, 2008, 06:21:31 PM »

from the goblin's dear all diary, 21st December 1996

Dear all,
One last letter before that inevitable "Christmas cheer" caused pen paralyzes sets in to find me positively purring at the homespun delight of having the burden of my responsibilities totally outweighed by that of my stomach but credit must be shared beyond family and friends which have encouraged me to date to include perhaps all those subject that have fallen foul of my satire, older and no wiser my dear all diary continues anew in 1997

sin.,flea

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« Reply #49 on: December 09, 2008, 06:59:50 PM »

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« Reply #50 on: December 09, 2008, 07:29:55 PM »

the goblin like pictures, "...listen mortals, show me some fab pictures here and I will let you live a bit longer, MUHAHAHAHA..." said the goblin but by now everyone knew him to be friendly so his ploy was probably pointless but still he hoped that they could turn this thread into a "way cool pics" thread too, that is while ever losing to the goblin again

   
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« Reply #51 on: December 09, 2008, 07:38:57 PM »

OK goblin, what sort of 'way cool pics' would you like?

Oh, and take a peek outside of this thread, there are loads of
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« Reply #52 on: December 09, 2008, 08:02:24 PM »

(the goblin liked all that he was given, "...link me o wise one to the thread where I may feast upon them..." said the goblin but really he liked it when someone brought their favorite pictures here instead)

the goblin's blog

1) "Thanks", the goblin replied to his friends who had replied on this thread and whose BSE had grown somewhat evident of late, that is BSE as in British System of Education but what could he do he thought. He had of late wondered if this sudden transformation into a goblin had something to do with, well seven hours of comp'repair followed a sleepless night of replying to on boards about comps. Anyway, he had been a good goblin because he knew that if you weren't you would end up being given ten Secondary school teacher's here in Goonville(geneva) and asked to teach them how to send an email, something like:

school report1, Proffy finds his work very challenging,
school report2, Proffy has mastered Outlook express but alas from there he finds his work challenging,
3, Proffy would like to return to the beginning to assess the situation,
6, Proffy has not come to class this month,
10, Proffy has learned mspaint instead,
20, Proffy cannot look at a computer without seeing it as an instrument of torture,
30, Proffy thinks that the decline of witchhunting in the middleages was a big mistake,
50, Proffy wonders how the School board ever let the big Ork(boss) perswade them that goblins(techs) and teachers can survive in a classroom setting,
70, Proffy wonders why the goblin hasn't noticed that you can't write on the blackboard with a screwdriver,
90, Poffy wonders why goblins often throw back their hands and screwdrivers in defeat,
school report1,000,000 Proffy sees that the goblin has bunked off to his fiends at the misguided forum to become a "last post" poster, etc., etc.," related the goblin whose soul wish was to remember, even slightly, what he had been originally saying.


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« Reply #53 on: December 10, 2008, 08:52:21 AM »

early evening, and the moneygod has now released his lackey goblin to his own devices, usually meaning a tromp to the bistro, a coffee and the "last post" threads where, caffeine and spellchecker permitting, where the goblin will regain some semblance of sanity simply by trying to write his "dailylife" all out of him system, yet the more the goblin wrote about "dailylife", the more that disparity became obvious to him, his "dailylife" wasn't his sum total, but against that it was as if that line "what in ones life is worth posting" just bugged him knowing that the moment the goblin replied to himself "...nothing, I won't post anymore..." that the goblin would simply be dead before his death too, another mind drowned in "dailylife"



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« Reply #54 on: December 10, 2008, 09:49:21 AM »

"...morning..." said the goblin where, once again in the dark of this predawn, the goblin would think over the possibilities of the coming day, its pitfalls and the rest, only to know that even if all went to plan it would be so forgettable to him as it really didn't matter, "... so outerman good luck with the smooth continuation of our "nine-to-five" job then and innerman I depend on you to create more posts worth reading, oh and try to remember you lot what it is that actually separates us from mere machines here, and above all don't let "dailylife" and the moneygod know that we are thinking for ourselves..." instructed the goblin to his himselfs and his himselves

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« Reply #55 on: December 12, 2008, 08:51:59 PM »

("...do you let me win humans..." asked the goblin)

without a real coffee, the goblin's mind turns back to where he was at this point, sitting in an Internet cafe in London's Earls Court road with the day to himself as a tourist in the city that he grew up in and seeing everything as if one was looking at some ex girlfriend knowing why it ended yet still wasting thoughts on "what if we were still together, what if....," but she had been a crushing mistress then, and today too the cold damp reserve of this place almost reflected in its inhabitants leaves little doubt in the goblin's mind as to why he left London, and anyway as, one by one, those last remaining family ties snap, the goblin knows he is slowly casting this unforgiving place to his memory as if ridding on by unlikely to return

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« Reply #56 on: December 12, 2008, 11:25:30 PM »

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Yes Ma'am! Those are not simple hot flashes, those are POWER surges, and they don't call 'em that for nothing!

the goblin noted that life was like keep on keeping on "...one could give up but it would still be here carrying on without one like this blank space waiting for ones post..." but the goblin feared he was being too intellectual again besides his mind  was now sidetracked to the scene where Dr. Frankenstein calls out to Igor "...another power surge, another power surge then, it's coming alive..." and in a flash the goblin deduced how Mary Shelley got the idea in the first place

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« Reply #58 on: December 13, 2008, 10:31:50 AM »

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« Reply #59 on: December 14, 2008, 07:17:08 AM »

the goblin was now spread across forty "last post' threads and whereas, once the goblin had been bored, now he was just mad, concluding "...ah yes mad is so much better..."


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« Reply #60 on: December 14, 2008, 12:05:36 PM »

tonight the goblin feels very old because his daughter phones "...daddy, mum's night off, could you come home at little late tonight as my boyfriend..., ..." somehow the goblin remembers the line was " have fun but be back by midnight though" where he actually says "...look,  I have to be back by midnight tonight because I work tomorrow but is that OK with you two...", later, as the goblin's coffee is drunk straight in the bistro the goblin somehow addresses the imaginary barman moaning "...us parents these days, I don't know what the world is coming to..."

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« Reply #61 on: December 14, 2008, 01:53:58 PM »

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« Reply #62 on: December 14, 2008, 09:27:06 PM »

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"...you win the chance to post again..." said the goblin knowing that the two alternatives were death or just living without posting, neither of which were as good as being able to post, "...you will a trip of self..." replied the slot, "...you win whatever you can think of in thought form..." ventured the goblin who continued "...you win a place in the history of this site..." but the goblin knew what he had really won, "...friends..." ventured the goblin



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« Reply #63 on: December 14, 2008, 09:30:43 PM »

but the goblin knew what he had really won, "...friends..." ventured the goblin

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« Reply #64 on: December 15, 2008, 10:28:46 AM »

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« Reply #65 on: December 15, 2008, 07:37:44 PM »

"...thanks..." said the goblin knowing that when he tried he failed and when he didn't try it came to him, the goblin explained "...the "muse's pact" changes the focus of ones life from "what do I want in life" to "what is worth posting in life" but the word "posting" could equally be replaced by painting, composing, writing, etc, albeit that there are three clauses of the "muse's pact" that remain constant whichever medium one chooses, that is they remain: "honesty, a shared life and a thick skin", the first and last clauses are obvious but the second "a shared life" is only really understood by someone who has opened up to the whatever muse("field" if you like) he or she has chosen..." at which point the goblin wondered if he was making sense even to himself, the goblin continued though "...no artist knows when, or what, idea will hit him, but each artist's muse is just there 24/7 and the artist lives with it somehow sharing his "dailylife" with that muse..." the goblin paused wondering if "artist" was even the right word in that scientists, philosophers, and a whole host of others lived shared lives in this way too, but either way the goblin's "dailylife" was now calling him away again so he could share no more at this point but at least the goblin had tried to explain it here

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« Reply #66 on: December 15, 2008, 09:26:29 PM »

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« Reply #67 on: December 15, 2008, 09:49:28 PM »

innoc

Sorry HL, but no, never.....

ever

ever

ever 

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« Reply #68 on: December 15, 2008, 10:42:24 PM »

Poirot carefully twisted his mustache into a fine point "...um, you know inspector the gray matter moves and the gray matter is telling me that there is something about this case that, how would you English put it..." the inspector looking up from the two double-Dutch texts said "...wash, Hercule, but I don't know, they look alright to me, I mean I can't make head nor tail of them though, but what of it..." the inspector shrugged "...precisely inspector, but that is what they, or should we say he or she wanted..." "...I don't follow..." "...think about it inspector, two posters posting in double-Dutch on the same day in the same thread, what does that tell you inspector..." the inspector looked back at him and ventured "...that they both wanted to take the last place from the goblin...", Poirot laughed "...oh la la, no inspector it tells you that Caliope and Her Ladyship or whoever they are, are in fact the same person..." at which point the great Ork poked his head around the door asking "...how it going with mending that WIFI flea..."

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« Reply #69 on: December 17, 2008, 10:45:05 AM »

Sorry HL, but no, never.....

ever

ever

ever 

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Am so  cuppa  tart

Oh right, in that case...  Tease
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« Reply #71 on: December 17, 2008, 10:31:49 PM »

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« Reply #72 on: December 18, 2008, 08:05:57 PM »

Heh heh, you knows I lurves you  flowers
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« Reply #73 on: December 18, 2008, 08:57:17 PM »

and then the Darwin goblin suddenly faced the stunned audience in front of him, he had just mentioned why, in his opinion, he had to draw the conclusion that all members were descended from the "one Caliope species", the goblin continued in the abated silence of the tentative lecture room "...in fact not only do I put it to you gentlemen that we are all descended from the one Caliope species but that since Caliope had typed "Heh heh, you knows I lurves you"..." the Darwin goblin waved the typed copy of the text in his hand to prove it, "...that it could probably read and write too, so therefore gentlemen it has to be later, by some evolutionary mishap perhaps, that the other members of this site had regressed into posting smileys on the "last post" thread..." the audience pondered the idea deeply, slow silence, and then a sudden rush to their smiley boxes again

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Heh heh, you knows I lurves you  flowers
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« Reply #75 on: December 19, 2008, 04:37:05 PM »

"...no problem everyone, my fault, I guess I am pretty random too..." said the goblin looking at that falling snow through the large French Windows where only a fair sized yellow "M" stuck tight to the frozen glass betrayed any reality, that "growing old cold reality" the goblin tried so hard to counter balance here, "...I deal with ghosts, most writers do, they pop up offering their candidacy whenever I ask myself "what in my life is worth posting", that is, as I sift through my thoughts as if to prove, to myself at least, that I too am not quite as dead as them yet, meanwhile the constant falling snow seemed an ever closing curtain that never quite closes on the growing cold outside

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« Reply #77 on: December 20, 2008, 12:06:10 AM »

and then the goblin woke up, all before had been a dream but now he was once more faced a little white slot that seemed to say "...feed me to find yourself, take that journey to self goblin..." but the goblin knew that "self" was always some point on the horizon that one never really got to, "...more like "find the end of the rainbow" you mean slot, a donkey following a carrot you mean..." but the slot replied, "...well, in life there are only two journeys, "theirs" and "yours", and surely you've followed their carrot long enough by now, and you won't find the rainbow's end that you are looking for in their journey either..."

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« Reply #79 on: December 20, 2008, 07:47:06 PM »

("...not to worry if you don't understand the depth and genius here of the posts here Her Ladyship, oh and guess who found the picture for the goblin's depiction of time..." exclaimed the happy goblin again)

by now the goblin kept a truce with time saying "...if I don't trust time, it won't fluster me nor run off, and if I don't wait on time, it won't drag its feet either...", somehow the image of a very small child being taken for a treat to the playground in the park sprang to the goblin's mind then, as if, letting it free, yes but not free enough to wonder off

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« Reply #80 on: December 21, 2008, 11:04:06 AM »

it's this time of year and the goblin has been thinking about Christmas again and how in this modern age it just isn't politically correct anymore, that is in that the non-Christians think it is too Christian whereas the Christians think it is too pagan, the goblin wanted to offer something else here "...well folks, it's time for the all new politically correct name-change then..." ventured the goblin "...what we need is a something historical to celebrate in its place that is both secular and well known..." the goblin continued "...how about celebrating the discovery on the new world by Christopher Columbus in 1492..." the goblin suggested knowing that there were probably some people who knew that in America, "...simple, we take the his name and shorten it, "Chis" of Christopher and "bus" of Columbus...", and with that the felt he had done his good deed of the day and wanted to be the first to say on this thread: "...Merry Chrisbus everyone..."

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the goblin loved his life, saying "...this year ends but the underlying challenge of these "last post" threads never really ends nor changes, it just is "here again, what do I post next" or missing the chance..." and with that posted on



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"...the harder ones Spring is, the stronger are those that survive it, but with that comes something else perhaps, perhaps too, the more appreciative of the wealth of Summer one becomes too..." ventured the goblin who remembered that in the end one is always alone on the inside all by oneself alone, alone loving someone on the outside perhaps, alone in a crowd too but always on the inside one is alone, that's all

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« Reply #85 on: December 22, 2008, 12:32:04 PM »

"...catch it in your own words, don't just experience life trusting to your memory of it later..." advised the goblin who had dimmed memories of past loves thinking that it didn't matter at the time because life was just there ahead of one and we were still young

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« Reply #86 on: December 22, 2008, 12:54:33 PM »

I think maybe you'll win this competition Flea - you never run out of things to say  giggle
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« Reply #87 on: December 22, 2008, 01:31:05 PM »

I think maybe you'll win this competition Flea - you never run out of things to say  giggle

"...too true..." replied the goblin, adding "...but it's a battle against ones own indifference here, first one sets a quota like "one post a day", then one asks "what in my life is worth posting", perhaps adding a matching picture if one likes to underline it, and then posts the result across many "last post" thread so as not to lose it, and then eventually one dies like everyone else...", at which point most people ask "why" but the goblin knew that that was the difference a shared and an unshared life and that most people hadn't a clue what that meant being too caught up in their "dailylife" and that bidding of the moneygod again, "...does their Muse sleep I wonder..." asked the goblin again

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« Reply #89 on: December 22, 2008, 10:19:49 PM »

the goblin was thinking why, when one just wants a decent meaningful picture about something on photobucket, one had wade through a billion pictures of mundane moronic family snaps, "...I mean one types in "the four horses, death and destruction, please" and sure enough up crops up yet more those photos of new born babies, people straight out of Eastenders, and their pets..." lamented the goblin as he slowly climbs his way through them

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« Reply #90 on: December 22, 2008, 10:26:16 PM »

I know what you mean dude. Have you thought of creating your own images?
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"...the question here then is would one like to be as their "normal" then..." asked the goblin somehow knowing that that wasn't what he wanted for himself nor for xxxxx either, "...imagination tells you that there's more to life than "dailylife", at every turning along the road one has abnormal thoughts which ones reason keeps in check and under control..." the goblin paused trying to find the right words to explain that balance between ones "imagination" on the one side, and ones "reason" on the other, the goblin continued "...what if "imagination" were like the waves and "reason" was like gravity, where those waves wash up all types of things onto the shore on ones mind and gravity anchors them on the beach there, or they roll back into the sea to be washed up again in a different way with the next wave of imagination either to be anchored or wash back again, so this then for me is my mind..." at which point the goblin asked again "...do you still want to be normal, or do you want more..."

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« Reply #93 on: December 23, 2008, 10:55:46 PM »

The goblin is not weird, but different.

Being different is not wrong, just unusual and this can unsettle some people who prefer 'normality'.
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« Reply #94 on: December 23, 2008, 11:14:30 PM »

("...agreed, I am certainly not normal, and I go through hundreds of normal pictures on photobucket to find one that is exceptional that says something more than normal..." said the goblin as he posted his next though even now he was looking for a better picture and would love someone to offer something better here)

"....this thread for me doubles up as both my blog and my storeroom, it is somewhere where one can be having the most awful day in real life and still post a win, a slow chatbox if one wishes, a place to let vent something, create something, that is, against or complimentary to "dailylife"..." mused the goblin knowing that really there was no way to explain everything in one post, so the goblin fobbed it, "...Merry Christmas one and all..." he said instead of explaining any further, and yet the Christmas tree too itself was a powerful pagan sacrifice full of ritual that no one really questioned either, "... ah, just some things are better off left unexplained..." the goblin thought, and then the clock on the wall told the goblin to go to take his thoughts elsewhere

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« Reply #95 on: December 24, 2008, 10:42:25 AM »

the goblin couldn't know your ways as he lived in the old world and on the continent where Christmas was done differently, "...here in Geneva it's mostly chocolate bars and chocolates, and it's not that I don't like them I just don't eat them like I used to so I would love to have those Halloween children appear at the door tonight, even a couple of goths would do I suppose then, as I would say to them " ho ho ho, here you go then and a Merry Hollowmas one and all, ho ho ho, and a Happy New Winter solstice too" while piling chocolates into their outstretched hands..." mused the goblin

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« Reply #96 on: December 24, 2008, 12:25:34 PM »

The goblin is not weird, but different.

Being different is not wrong, just unusual and this can unsettle some people who prefer 'normality'.

What's normal to one, is strange to others.
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« Reply #97 on: December 24, 2008, 12:26:36 PM »

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"...oh yes, but perhaps more than mere stories I like reflections, and, if it's true that "every picture tells a story", then "every story in its turn holds some reflection" wouldn't it..." mused the goblin who even so, often saw pictures that seemed to have no story to them, and happenings that seemed to have no reflection worth noting, "...in fact, the question for me is "if something gives off no reflection how one can really claim to have seen it", so these reflections I write in all these "last post" threads are my way of saying "see, I have not let this life, or the events in it, pass by me entirely unseen" so to speak..."  ventured the goblin remembering that "to see" and "to reflect" often built up on one another growing the see'er in turn to see and reflect more, "...in youth one flowers, in middle age one turns into a fruit, grows and falls, but in old age that rotting carcass hides a hards stone with the source of life within it..." explained the goblin again ever aiming at it


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« Reply #99 on: December 24, 2008, 09:27:56 PM »

and then the goblin had a brillient idea as he exclaimed "...instead of just thinking about giving these chocolates to imaginary kids tonight, why don't actually give them these at Halloween..."

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« Reply #100 on: December 25, 2008, 10:29:56 AM »

the goblin was thinking that Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without feeling bloated, inebriated and dull before crowning it all by watching those Christmas television shows too, "...no, the preparation has to be just right to really get the most out of ones Christmas viewing..." remembered the goblin

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« Reply #101 on: December 25, 2008, 11:13:33 AM »

"...I suppose the newest stuff gets posted up here soon enough, but there isn't anything really "new" as even my newest "text" usually comes from something I wrote or thought from somewhere or sometime before if I allow myself think about it like that that is..." the goblin's coffee seems to float the text on here, the goblin continued "...ah but that's the advantage of being anonymous on the Internet, because the moment one starts to care about whether one is, or isn't, rehashing, one just becomes hindered, as if somehow looking over ones shoulder all the time, caring when how could it matter if one is entirely unknown, moreover, in polishing the idea, in its being rewritten, it often turns into a different creature form its parent ..." ventured the goblin who borrowed from himself often, and without shame that the goblin did so, in that, his pen just followed his mind that often went around in circles like this

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« Reply #102 on: December 25, 2008, 09:13:52 PM »

(the goblin loved this site because it automatically trimmed the pictures down to size each time, "...thank you dear humans..." said the goblin)


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Dumping your past into posts to get rid of the past?

"...one can't get rid of ones past..." replied the goblin but the goblin knew that he couldn't explain "communicating and coming to terms with ones past", though it still didn't stop him wanting to try here saying "...most people have memories but when one has a "shared life" they're not neatly buried and forgotten in the back of ones mind somewhere as one digs them up borrowing from them to create ones works as others would create books, paintings, music, poems or whatever I imagine...", and the goblin knew he could give endless examples but instead the goblin just continued "...the oddest sensation is when one is borrowing something and its ghost enters into focus and one is then communicating with it, that is, one is no longer simply writing about "ones past" in third person, one is staring that ghost in the face while reinforcing that ghost in ones mind with ones pen communicating with it like here and now, so perhaps that's why I find writing so much more exacting than thinking, as if all this were some written tally of my thoughts taken from these communications then..." and with that the goblin crystallized his view saying "...if actors can't play the part for real unless they get into the part, writers are probably are same..."

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« Reply #103 on: December 26, 2008, 10:30:40 PM »

"...hail hapless human of the hamster wheel, how goes society's bidding today then...." asked our friendly goblin somewhat down with a cold again, though, in fact, the goblin's problem at this point was a paradox, in that, whenever the goblin wanted to concede defeat to the humans here, when the goblin wanted to post that others do indeed have the last post on the "last past" thread, that if and when the goblin actually posted something to that effect, the goblin would then notice that by doing so, the goblin himself had regained the last place on the "last post" thread for himself again, and thus won by it, so the goblin just wished to be forgiven since it was clearly through no fault of his own that had once more taken the winning position again winning, "...it was just fate wasn't it..." exclaimed the goblin in his surprise

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« Reply #104 on: December 26, 2008, 10:38:10 PM »

(the goblin had expanded his idea about what to do with the left over Christmas chocolates, and posted it below)

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the  "what are you going to be doing for thanksgiving?" thread

the goblin, in an ever ecological attitude to the environment, will be giving out those remaining Halloween sweets for Thanksgiving, whereupon the remaining Turkey of Thanksgiving is served up at Christmas where the remaining Christmas Chocolates are given out at Easter whereupon those remaining Easter eggs are given out at Halloween where, as pointed out before, those remaining sweets bring us happily back to Thanksgiving again, "...well yes anything to really add flavor to people's lives I suppose..." mentioned the goblin

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« Reply #105 on: December 26, 2008, 11:01:43 PM »

"...welcome to Geneva, anyone wishing to take slight stroll down the lakeside today might appreciate the freshness of their surroundings somewhat..." ventured the goblin

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« Reply #106 on: December 27, 2008, 03:06:39 PM »

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Dear Madame,
If I may just draw your attention to pitfall in withdrawing religious teaching in your movement, that is to say that to date most women have been taught "Jam and Jerusalem" in equal proportion within your movement, whereas one notes that if one were to continue the withdrawal the Jerusalem side your minions will delve ever further into the jam side of things, and jam as we know is in fact a preservative meaning that it is only a short step from the simply preservation of things to their own mummification with the dire consequences one now sees across those women's interest sites, especially on the "last post" threads, those symptoms being posting all manner cute postable thingies, self embalming, stomping and living under some strange impression that the goblin's "last post" franchise is somehow theirs, anyway your attention to this matter, that is, between shopping sprees, lady's nights and the adoration of little pets would be deeply appreciated, I remain.,

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« Reply #107 on: December 28, 2008, 12:14:12 AM »

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« Reply #108 on: December 28, 2008, 03:26:54 PM »

"...This moment again..." said the goblin to himself looking across the organic coffeeshop in Dungford, the matrons had changed, insomuch as to who they were, but the rest down to each and every food product, tables, chairs and the like were exactly as they were when he had been here before looking after his mother a year almost a year ago, the goblin himself probably fitted in somewhere between the moms with babies on the one side and the grey sky window view on the other, he typed on, preferring to look out across the window to the people waalking down the main street who if not aimless were not exactly hurrying either, “village pace” the goblin dubbed it, something which the mind accepted in waves of resignation until it couldn’t that is, at which time some smiling men in yellow reflective coats had jumped out of the trash van to remove the black bags, “…look children, their taking away the black bags away…” came a voice from the next table, the goblin’s eyes followed eagerly in hope till they looked up to the gray sky without hope

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« Reply #109 on: December 28, 2008, 08:00:46 PM »

"I need to stop eating", said TigerFan as she shoved yet another Roses choc into her gob  wtf?
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« Reply #110 on: December 28, 2008, 09:14:11 PM »

("...ah, Roses chocolates..." replied the goblin who remembered he liked the purple one with the nut surrounded by toffee center, continuing "...yes, those were the days where neither toothache, nor headache nor even feeling sick ever occurred, I was invincible and could burn off all that I swallowed...", but the goblin was just reminiscing back to something  bared form him today)

"...oh how one is ever faced with chocolate..." said the goblin who did the "Golden Express" tour as a guide often enough, meaning that each time the goblin had to visit the chocolate factory in Broc where the goblin would be faced with that long table the length of a tour bus that covered in piles of neatly stacked chocolates, hundreds upon hundreds of chocolates, and all just there for one to eat as many of those chocolates as one wished, and yet in this situation like this the goblin found himself eating only two or three chocolates at most, "...best to always leave off while one still loves..." explained the goblin who somehow knew what would happen if he didn't

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« Reply #111 on: December 28, 2008, 11:56:31 PM »

The same happened to me when I visited Cadbury's World! After I left, not having eaten any chocolate while in there, I actually went off chocolate for a whole month! The thought of eating chocolate made me feel ill. Strange one!

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« Reply #112 on: December 29, 2008, 12:22:28 AM »

("...below is the same idea in a different post..." said the goblin)

"...quiet boxing day please..." requested the goblin whose mind felt like it wobbled inside its skull with each dull thought, "...I will never drink again till next time..." the goblin promised himself thinking that that at least was a more honest appraisal of his long term ability to forget today's sorely felt lesson but for the time being that lesson held him in check

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« Reply #113 on: December 29, 2008, 02:30:59 PM »

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« Reply #114 on: December 29, 2008, 02:50:48 PM »

" HL is doing a bit of cheating" said TigerFan, as she saw that yet again HL tried to win the competition with a little old smilie  taunt
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« Reply #115 on: December 29, 2008, 03:06:52 PM »

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« Reply #116 on: December 29, 2008, 08:03:18 PM »

(the goblin would allow anything saying "...after all, it just piles up my overall winnings doesn't it...", in fact the only reason why the goblin never used smileys was that their codes changed from forum to forum so they couldn't be reposted with the ease that texts with matching pictures can as the goblin posted his latest)

Christmas day and the goblin feels grounded as all the bistros, those real ones with WIFI that is, are closed, and yet however much the goblin laments this cruel truth while slumbering in his hot bath watching some horror film on that wide screen laptop that placed on the closed toilet seat, the goblin is still aware that he has to call someone to move the curser a touch before the screen saver kicks in blocking his viewing, "...ah what trials and tribulations I must suffer...", simply the goblin hated depending on other people like this he knew but what could be done he wondered, "...and besides there's simply no room left anywhere to place my coffee cup, that packet of Lackerli biscuits and a little something to read should I get bored..." sighed the goblin once more at his predicament



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« Reply #117 on: December 29, 2008, 08:19:23 PM »

* Caliope  wonders why everyone is referring to themselves in the third person...
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« Reply #118 on: December 29, 2008, 08:44:47 PM »

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« Reply #119 on: December 29, 2008, 10:26:28 PM »

(the goblin let everyone write and post as they wishes, "...mind you, I think most literature is in their person though..." ventured the goblin again)

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« Reply #120 on: December 31, 2008, 10:41:14 PM »

"...why have just one moment of fame when you can have as many as you post here, the truth is that nobody wins this outright while the thread is still open that is, it is just a way of winning in ones turn, a bit like "life" then, where the present generation are living in their turn I suppose..." ventured the goblin who just wanted to be the last poster in 2008, "...ah but a lot depends on ones own timezone, I suppose..." ventured the goblin trying to win his

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« Reply #121 on: December 31, 2008, 11:06:43 PM »

the goblin greatest happiness was both "being alive" and being "able to reflect upon it", "...in fact, I suppose that I could base my happiness on external factors like, "health", "possessions", and "relationships"..." explained the goblin continuing "...but they're external happinesses that ill health, financial ruin, or simply old age would no doubt easily erode away, no my happiness, from this point on, must be found from within me and radiate outwards towards "dailylife" and not depend on "dailylife" itself, since old age will slap me in the face if I don't aim for something deeper in the end..."

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« Reply #122 on: January 02, 2009, 09:38:00 PM »

(repost form elsewhere, advice to anyone into writing)

the goblin knew that writing was never easy, "...too few adjectives and the story seems colorless and monotone whereas each adjective one adds to the storyline is a parameter that one is then tied to, so writers have to keep thinking back to earlier parts of the story to avoid contradiction and confusion on the part of the reader..." mentioned the goblin adding "...think of it like a rock under the flowing story, the other rocks are misspelling, ambiguity, writing style and length ...", at which point the goblin was thinking that all these rocks are forgiven if they a few and if the story is deep enough to carry the reader over them but, where not, the boat breaks up on them so to speak..."


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« Reply #123 on: January 02, 2009, 11:29:14 PM »

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« Reply #124 on: January 03, 2009, 03:54:56 PM »

"...at any rate I'll never go there again..." said the goblin as he picked his way through his mailbox, "...for the life of me, those are the silliest "last post" tea-parties I ever was at..." and just as the goblin said this, the goblin noticed that yet another email had a words "the last person to post here wins, reply notification", "...oh, now that is very curious.." the goblin thought. "...oh but everything is curious today. I think I should go back there and see then..." as the goblin pressed the link which then reads "I win", "...curiouser and curiouser..." exclaimed the goblin continuing "...but we'll soon see about that though..." as the goblin readies his reply and posts "...mortals you step away from sanity if you continue down this path with me here..." but the goblin guessed that it was already too late for many, somehow sanity had never been much fun it seemed and by now the goblin could not help himself either

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« Reply #125 on: January 03, 2009, 05:13:28 PM »

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the goblin knew that no one was expected to post here feeling that this "last post" thread was more like a chance to do ones own thing, be creative, etc, so the goblin simply repeated "...it's not the tagging of this thread that is going to win one anything much here, that is, because the real winning begins when one actually is asking oneself "what in my life is worth posting here" and then tries to post something from that standpoint I believe...", and with that the goblin smiled "...life it too short to miss out on what one might have posted, also too short to react to heckles, since if you're "good" then those hecklers are wrong and if you're "bad", you're going to get better so they're wrong again if you keep at it that is..."

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« Reply #127 on: January 04, 2009, 03:29:59 AM »









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« Reply #128 on: January 04, 2009, 11:29:19 AM »

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« Reply #129 on: January 04, 2009, 11:53:36 AM »

(nice reply felt the goblin welcoming any who posted)

a repost from elsewhere, another woman's interest site(read: mommies world)

"...there, unlike the grace of God, stomps the mommies..." bemused the goblin seeing pink chalk tracts over his pristine thread, and yet the prominence of blue chalk of late had the goblin wondering if the mommies were in fact giving up, the goblin continued "...or perhaps there were just no more cute thingies left on the Internet for them to post against me here then, guess I will have to write a letter the powers that be, as they are not such a bad lot after all..."


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We too, hold these truths to be self-evident, that all mommies are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of cute postable Internet thingies for the goblin's last post thread, I turn to you then to meet their demands in this matter, and remain.,
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« Reply #130 on: January 04, 2009, 02:05:12 PM »

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« Reply #131 on: January 04, 2009, 03:58:49 PM »

for the goblin this "last post" thread wasn't some kind of "I win/you win" game so much as an "empty slot/posted" challenge, "...simply, I could leave it, and my life too for that matter, an empty slot, that, or I could keep on trying  to find something worth posting in it..." ventured the goblin well aware that it was no different for anyone else here either, "four walls do not a prison make" remembered the goblin seeing the four sides of the slot here as he wrote now, adding "...no, in fact, with a bit of imagination those same four walls can become ones home or ones companion through life..."

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« Reply #132 on: January 04, 2009, 06:42:47 PM »

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« Reply #133 on: January 09, 2009, 12:03:26 PM »

whatever happiness the goblin had, it was tempered by sobriety and by his growing acceptance of the actual uncertainty in his life, something correct the goblin felt, explaining "...you see, the further back I go in my past the more I believed in a lie knowing it was just that a lie, and yet I believed in its simplicity as one would in God or Santa, and even now, the child in me craves that lie that the rest of me can't, or won't accept, so the child asks where is its "American dream" with those safe perimeters of work, family and home...", that is, even if the goblin also knew any belief was in itself a measure  of doubt since one didn't one know for sure that is, so sobriety had shown him that simply the "American dream" had never really existed, that nothing was certain like that, only that that belief had been so much more comfortable than this sobriety of today's simple stark truth that "all is in fact uncertain in life beyond ones end in it", at which point the goblin continued "...and although I can't term any of this realism as some sort of happiness in itself, far from it, at least I am grateful to be able to accept life for the uncertainty it holds that now makes it so much more real to me, it isn't some sugary "American dream", it is a high stakes gamble from day to day, and today being here one is winning, to live is to win..."

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« Reply #134 on: January 09, 2009, 02:55:18 PM »

The end.

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« Reply #136 on: January 09, 2009, 06:57:05 PM »

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« Reply #137 on: January 09, 2009, 08:05:32 PM »

"...ah, all this fan mail..." ventured the goblin who was,  after all, only helping the calipoebots learn how to read and,  where not, there was those fab pictures for them to look at he knew, "...a bit more you'll be posting soon for yourselves..." ventured the goblin in hope for them

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« Reply #138 on: January 09, 2009, 08:12:22 PM »

the goblin was trying to think of far away places but, now and again, the present cold bit through into his thoughts as that ever bitter wind somehow peculated from outside into the silent sitting room today, outside, where the sun should have been, a dull lit sky told the goblin yet again that without gloves and a scarf his hands and face would simply burn stiff with cold, and that it was through this harsh gantlet of cold then that the wretched goblin now had to go for those groceries once more, "...pass, give this fate to someone else, some super hero, I am not worthy, no, please no..." sighed the goblin in vain recalling those images of the Titanic colliding with that grocery cart and then slowly sinking into the sea of supermarket indifference as he opened the front door taking those first steps once more to the words "...for whom the gods wish to destroy they first send them shopping through this then..."

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« Reply #139 on: January 09, 2009, 08:13:21 PM »

the goblin was thinking of the magic of a woman's touch, her tendernesses and perceptions, her weaknesses, her longings in fact every magical moment that seemed to be her teasing words "...admit it goblin you've won the jackpot and everything else is all so insignificant now isn't it..." and how the goblin would just gorp in wonder and agreement like some insect caught helplessly ever swirling faster in that exiting bathwater, and while the goblin was thinking this his mind didn't reflect of the bitter cold outside, "...good thinking..." said the goblin to himself continuing "...you can do it goblin, don't think of the freezing cold outside, keep thinking of a woman's warmth...""

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« Reply #140 on: January 09, 2009, 08:17:43 PM »

("...one more just, still about the could here today..." said the goblin)

the goblin casts his heart after his thoughts elsewhere and still that cold slowly creeps into his soul, somehow the image of the Snow Queen laughing wildly down the frozen high streets taking ever more handfuls of diamond dust from her open sack to the words "...you wanted beauty mortals but as always it comes at a price doesn't it..." and admittedly Geneva looked beautiful for it but the Snow Queen's price was always harsh

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« Reply #141 on: January 10, 2009, 11:57:13 AM »

the goblin supposed that if life "made sense" then it would be too simple, and that, if "the effect" was always as predicted by "the cause", then people would just look to their reward each time over the action, so the goblin himself didn't believe in reward knowing that this life was full of cases where "cause and effect" didn't neatly follow one another, and the goblin thanked his life for it, that "cause and effect" was mostly true, yes, though never quite 100% true where real life was concerned, so the goblin just repeated his favorite line to himself again "..."the action is the reward in itself" or else it's cheap...", but the goblin had often been a cheap blind calculative type in his dealings with others

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« Reply #142 on: January 11, 2009, 10:21:30 AM »

the goblin wanted to support this site and therefore felt that some pictures were in order here, saying "...well yes, the pictures are there to help people with reading difficulties, whereas the texts are just there for those mental problems, and for those with both I suppose I could link them to MTV streams if they so wished..."

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« Reply #143 on: January 12, 2009, 06:02:34 PM »

repost from "what are you thinking" thread elsewhere

"...I am thinking of all those household chores I promised to do before my wife's return knowing that I will need some soul searching questions to deflect this mind from its mundane reality while doing those chores that it, something like "art is the fruit of frustration, discuss" or "secrecy is the seat of power, discuss", etc.,..." ventured the goblin knowing that he would be doubly owned if his mind was also doing those chores at the time that his body had to do them

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« Reply #144 on: January 12, 2009, 08:29:20 PM »

I suppose I could link them to MTV streams if they so wished..."


Make it so midgepostdude Smiley
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« Reply #145 on: January 13, 2009, 12:24:49 AM »

Make it so midgepostdude Smiley

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« Reply #146 on: January 13, 2009, 12:44:17 AM »

midgepostdude is an interpretation of flea(midge)mail(post)man(dude)

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« Reply #147 on: January 13, 2009, 07:25:58 AM »

("...than's nicer than my username..." said the goblin who knew his username could never change now)

"...ah that's better, I've done all the requested chores and more...", said the goblin knowing wife will complain either that something else was not done, or that what was done was not done well, on a good day that is, otherwise she complain in both those ways, yet if she actually thanked him, the goblin somehow knew that he would have to phone the hospital to say that she's unwell and not herself today, ambulance please

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« Reply #148 on: January 13, 2009, 09:14:26 AM »

the goblin agreed to be himself but just didn't believe that the person in the mirror was really himself either here saying "...two sides of the same coin I suppose, yes, but still neither can really claim to be more me, and yet one I know well as my "dailylife" me or self while the other is here now as this persona produced through what one writes mostly and to a lesser extent by ones unsername, avatar, and forum affiliation..." mused the goblin as he continued "...it isn't that one lives a lie here I feel buy more simply that, since one is already hiding one identity,  one chooses the identity and level of truth that one feels most at ease with, but let's admit that we do that in real life too, only that there is less leeway to do so..."

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« Reply #149 on: January 14, 2009, 01:44:17 PM »

("...the post below is basically the same idea as above put differently, that of external self as opposed to internal self again..." said the goblin, adding "...the question is how to create an Internet self that helps one come to terms with the demise of the physical self here, that the act replaces the actor, the writer by his creation, etc.,...")

repost from "what are you doing" thread, elsewhere

"...I am trying at this point to have the most wonderfully amazing thought of all my existence that I have ever had where, like a funfair, or like love itself, one has hit the spot with ones mallet at full throttle, and up shots that indicator in a zoom turning on all those lights with it, to a climatic ping as the mechanism explodes like Vesuvius over Pompey, but if not, I guess I will just enjoy this coffee in the bistro once more..." said the goblin noticing that "the outside does not reflect the inside" at this point, pity

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« Reply #150 on: January 15, 2009, 11:41:05 PM »

repost from "what are you thinking" thread elsewhere

the goblin was thinking that he didn't want to go to bed but there was always this sandman who turns up about this time  of night with a zapgun set to stun whose sole purpose in life, it seems, is to zap humans and goblins alike before they turn into "all night posting zombies", "...I goblin, being of sound body and mind leave this thread to lesser mortal for the night, signed A Fleamailman..." says the goblin as the sandman points the way

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« Reply #151 on: January 16, 2009, 12:04:48 AM »

("...the blog is old but this entry is new..." said the goblin)

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“...hello there...” says the goblin addressing the matron in Dungford's very own, and one and only, heathfood shop again “...I would like a meaty coffee where ones mind goes ping after a few sips, you know, a coffee with a body like a tigress whose bite is more like Dracula's...”, “...sorry, is that “regular” or “decaf” dear cause I'm in a hurry...” replies the matron whose ominously large cups came into view behind her, “...no I mean a little cup, boilingly hot mountain fresh water and those thickly brewed sensual coffee grains strained to the point of perfection...” uttered the goblin in panic now, “...well I'll see what we can do dear but...,...”, moments later “...here you go love...” as one large but near empty cup is steadfastly landed on the table whose contents just seems to laugh at him daring him to drink it, while the slot seems to say “...look, I hope you don't mind me saying this goblin but I do feel that our vessel of escapism has somewhat crashed on these rocks of reality this morning...”, some time later the matron bellows across to the goblin the usual “...well love, what ya think how was it, fancy another one then...”, “...well you English make absolutely exceptional coffee but I'll give it a miss this time, thanks all the same though...” replies the goblin aloud as he writes in the slot to keep it from busting its guts out loud in the laptop, “...well slot, they say “lie back and think of England”don't they, so I just lied back and still thinking of England as some huge unwinnable battle here...”

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« Reply #152 on: January 16, 2009, 05:54:24 PM »

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« Reply #153 on: January 21, 2009, 11:17:23 AM »

the goblin showed up, forgave everybody everything, because he had opened up a "last post" thread on a writer's site a few days back, and rather then their being imaginative, it was all, "you shouldn't do this", or "what are your credentials", or "writing in third person is upsetting", "...I mean, "why look at the surfboard when one is on the largest wave in ones life heading towards the beach, make the most of the ride" is my view..." blurted the goblin thinking that those self called writers there were all "legends in their own behinds" but the goblin would stick it out till thrown out, that was always his way

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« Reply #155 on: January 21, 2009, 11:53:58 AM »

Hey midgepostdude you carry on, ignore those snooty writers, write in the fourth person if you wish  grin
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« Reply #156 on: January 21, 2009, 12:20:33 PM »

Hey midgepostdude you carry on, ignore those snooty writers, write in the fourth person if you wish  grin
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« Reply #157 on: January 21, 2009, 12:38:36 PM »

"...thanks..." said the goblin who had written to those writers basically something like the post below)

repost for "what are you thinking" thread elsewhere

the goblin is thinking why it was so important to be oneself, and to say "f##k'em" about people who have no way of knowing what is going on in ones own mind, "...all you have is your own thoughts, once those thoughts are surrendered to what people expect from you as their norm, once that happens, then no matter what you wear, what tattoos you might have, what swear words you might use, whatever, you are as good as invisible to them and worse still, probably invisible to yourself too..." said the goblin adding "...but once you have your own self back, once you can see that one doesn't have to buy into their crap to make oneself visible, then one probably is for the right reason..."

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« Reply #158 on: January 21, 2009, 01:07:07 PM »

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the goblin was thinking, and simply repeated "...often, it isn't when things "go right" that one learns, it's when they "go wrong" that one starts to learn something...", words which seemed to take the goblin back to a phrase that he had written before "the angel is not there to be nice, and the goblin had fought her often, she was there to help one see ones spirit"

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« Reply #159 on: January 21, 2009, 02:47:34 PM »

(the goblin loved the way the pictures were resized automatically on this site, "...it's great.."said the goblin reminded of someone who quickly rings up on the radio quiz show, and when the DJ asks "...well caller, what's the answer to the question, who is the prime minister of Canada then...", replies "...um I think it's the Count de Monte Cristo, oh, by the way,  can I make a few dedications please oh please DJ..." as the DJ puts two fingers up to his head and goes pow silently with his mouth in disbelief)

the goblin was thinking back this morning to the last time he saw his mother in the home, she was happy to see him, the goblin could see that, as she was sat up in the bed and tried to talk, not that she could, only that her head bobbed forward with each word like sound like that seemed like little bullets from a steady machine gun, dad fed bits of a cut pear to her mouth and, at times, she had enough strength to take one for herself from the small while plate placed in the dull interior of her bedroom, cell room, whatever they call them then, the day was gray the goblin remembers, this ceremonial like ritual never changed much, the pear, a freshly squeezed orange juice and the two of us there visiting her in a very long goodbye, "...it just was, and we were there to see it out we knew..." said the goblin once more, adding "...the feeling even now is one of depth, sobriety and silence, I kissed her forehead giving my promise to return as always..." recalled the goblin, who remembered walking away up the corridor with dad saying to him "...you know, it could be so much worse dad, how lucky we are then aren't we..." and with that dad pushed those buttons on the ever locked door releasing us, to the waiting taxi, only to shut tight behind us again as the taxi pulled us away

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« Reply #160 on: January 24, 2009, 03:16:49 PM »

re-post from "morning/evening" thread elsewhere

"...good morning..." said the goblin aware that, if nothing in itself was actually life threatening, then the next thing down the list automatically became the most important thing in ones life, meaning, that to this family at this point, the most important thing was that the goblin goes to the shop and gets a little plastic band to stop that leaking wash basin, or else that basin will continue leaking slowly filling the bucket below, now, the goblin, who is aware that this is, in fact, unimportant on the grand scale of the cosmos and the movement of the stars within, intends a compromise, the goblin will actually buy the little rubber band while expressly refuting its importance, along with humanity's importance that is, here, to the disinterested members of the caliopesbot, something on par with Madame Bovary who, faced with how to rearrange the flowers for her husbands all so important dinner party actually chooses white funeral carnations aware that neither her husband nor her guests would follow the subtle meaning of the message where, if nothing humans do is important in itself on the grand scale of the stars, one is free in ones own insignificance

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« Reply #161 on: January 28, 2009, 10:59:00 AM »

the goblin often paints a picture of what he sees, feeling that some intricate depiction was often a writer's equivalent of a “still life”, “... ah, and what lends better to my pen here then, than just watching others in a bistro like now I wonder...” said the goblin seated opposite someone again, “...simple, in my work I have to meet people, which spoils it in the interaction that that involves of course , but in the bistro they're mine to depict as I surmise them to be or as I suppose them to be that is...” but the goblin took pains not to let on as he was just sketching, nor cared he who they were either, only that something in their appearance merited his pen again

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« Reply #162 on: January 30, 2009, 11:56:34 AM »

the goblin was thinking in dibs and drabs today but the music was "fine young cannibals" which made up for it as it flooded pictures of younger times when he wrote letters, actually with a pen and paper in the bistro "...yes, I was mad even then, but they got it wrong, it is not "he who lives by the sword dies by the sword" it's "he who lives by the sword wants to die by that sword too..." ventured the goblin who couldn't envisage life without his sword then, nor just living on aimlessly, "... for what is life without ones passion in it..." asked the goblin

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« Reply #163 on: January 30, 2009, 11:58:24 AM »

the goblin was easy saying "...when on the continent where modern civilization still flourishes one drinks coffee, whereas whenever I visit that European weather buffer, our very own "Rain'ile sur mer", I do as the natives do between their "fish and chips" and football I suppose, that is, I drink PGtips thinking all is forgiven until I am culinary challenged again..."

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« Reply #164 on: January 30, 2009, 11:59:11 AM »

"...job or no job, most people are insecure these days..." said the goblin adding "...plans are shelved, holidays canceled, and relationships strained in this social, financial  and family retrenchment it seems..." in fact the goblin wondered if most people weren't, in some way, going through the same type of shock and readjustment that those Vietnam veterans faced on the return from the war where they couldn't readjust to security, save that this time around, instead of those soldiers who found their security unsettled them, it 's this insecurity which unsettled us now..."

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« Reply #165 on: January 30, 2009, 09:22:36 PM »

An interesting observation, I'm in work, but don't feel secure with all the failing firms at the moment.

I expect most people feel the same way.
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« Reply #166 on: January 30, 2009, 09:27:35 PM »

My husband works for a car manufacturer so we're concerned!
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« Reply #167 on: January 30, 2009, 09:29:11 PM »

My husband works for a car manufacturer so we're concerned!

That is a tricky situation, fingers crossed for you and hubby.
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« Reply #168 on: February 02, 2009, 01:49:51 PM »

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on the table lies a letter reading "Dear Mr. Fleamailman, your bank deposits are perfectly safe with us now, promise, yours sinfully, Bernie Madoff", also, the British prime minister in the news now advises us to remain optimistic here,  somehow the voice in the goblin's head  just goes "....now everyone, if you can lean forward that is, please fold your arms around your knees, and wait for the call of "brace, brace, brace", thank you..."

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« Reply #169 on: February 03, 2009, 01:24:34 PM »

the goblin always responded since he felt himself to be an epitome of an oxymoron "...yes I crave anonymous recognition..." he blurted out, adding "...and one can't be more oxymoronic than that I suppose..."

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« Reply #170 on: February 04, 2009, 03:42:11 PM »

the goblin never forgot Hemingway's ways famous line "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast", and then the goblin felt that he too, should try for a quote, something like "..."if you are lucky enough to have lived in London as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for London is "meals on wheels" then..." ventured the goblin

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« Reply #171 on: February 04, 2009, 04:12:30 PM »

the goblin is thinking that it's almost certain now that an EU country will default this year in the face of this financial crisis, "...and no, neither the UK nor Ireland quite fitted this bill here, more likely Italy or Greece in my view..." reckoned the goblin continuing "...it will probably be something similar to what happened with Argentina, where the country just refuses to pay it's foreign debt rather than a total system collapse, but the problem with hard times is how quickly things turn to some "dictatorship" politically, and "protectionism" economically..." since that sense of share just dries up and that call for "action" creeps in, "...we've been here before..." said the goblin

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« Reply #172 on: February 04, 2009, 05:05:11 PM »

I wish I understood all these ramblings.  cuppa
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« Reply #173 on: February 04, 2009, 06:21:51 PM »

I wish I understood all these ramblings.  cuppa

the goblin wished he understood too, alas he just wrote them thinking that no one would dare post back if they were mad enough, a ploy which didn't always work it seems but the goblin did enjoy the automatic picture resizer this site's offered in posting, "...yes, I love this place and all of you, your picture resizer is great and you let me win often enough, thank you mortals..." said the goblin

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« Reply #174 on: February 04, 2009, 11:09:28 PM »

Dear goblinson
    shall I withdraw all my savings and hide them in the teabags as obviously banks are incapable doing little more than phoning me at teatime and offering me a super credit card deal. On several occasions I have asked them "what's plastic and goes click" and they say "errrm" as I put the receiver down.
 
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« Reply #175 on: February 04, 2009, 11:25:10 PM »

the goblin thanked Boo, and was still mouing over the question then advising her"...the little Eastern ones have less invested from outside, and have newer economies so it could well be them, yes, but their fall will be less in itself, and not so important to the rest, compared to those countries that are now considered to be safe bets like Iceland was, and I agree that neither Germany, France, nor Britain will fall as they have a production base that can gear up to a leaner meaner economy since "recession is not standstill", however, the lower European countries have had it too good for too long and their fall would have a greater impact  here I believe, in that, Spain, Italy or Greece have a highly subsidized social systems which have to be met with taxpayer's money whereas the newer country's economies, those that have tried to meet the EU standards, don't have this burden, so I still fear for Greece here, as it has neither production nor agriculture on the level of either Italy of Spain, but come to think of it, Sweden and Norway, don't look too safe either in the "taxation/social infrastructure" equation here...", simply the goblin put his money "on Greece" but not "in Greece" that is

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« Reply #176 on: February 04, 2009, 11:42:09 PM »

Dearest Gobbler,
  I shall not invest in a kebab this weekend as per your advice re the Greeks.
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« Reply #177 on: February 05, 2009, 12:02:28 AM »

the goblin was sure that boo had made the right decision then, "...yes, you can never be too careful..." mentioned the goblin

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« Reply #179 on: February 05, 2009, 02:58:42 PM »

("...just to show that I am even handed in my larceny then..." said the goblin as he posted his latest)

repost from an American site's "last post" thread, just sharing

the goblin thanked the poster, saying "...actually I only keep two basic scores here, that of "am I last" and "have I posted here recently"..." knowing that often the goblin let things slip a bit and then jumped in by posting stuff to keep this thread up to date, adding "... ah but I have said it before I know, but I like this site here for its Americanness, it's like straight out of "happy days" on the one hand, with tinges of "friends" and perhaps a hint of "sesame street" on the other..." ventured the goblin who always came back for more, he was glued

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« Reply #180 on: February 06, 2009, 01:31:41 PM »

he goblin showed up a little after the dawn which, in turn, seemed long before the continuing rain had, "...well at least this won't turn into snow I feel or, if it does, it won't settle..." said the goblin sensing that there was more optimistic hope than any substance to his comment, and yet somehow, in spite of this weather and the global downturn, punters always turned up at the bus terminal wishing to go on the tour to Chamonix because they had paid for it, "...their sense of money's worth is not shared..." mused the goblin wondering, if the heavens opened and God called on them to join him by his side, whether someone would actually reply "...yes God, but I've paid for this excursion so do I get a refund then..."

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« Reply #181 on: February 06, 2009, 04:03:57 PM »

repost from a british "last post" thread

...oh yes it all floods back, Kendal Mint Cake is great when one is about to die of cold running across those open moors having escaped from Dartmoor prison isn't it, and where those sheep, like vultures, are just waiting for the kill to eat your garments..." mentioned the goblin who otherwise didn't really care for it

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« Reply #182 on: February 07, 2009, 02:40:37 PM »

"...think of yourself as a lump of coal that has been placed under the great pressure of responsibility, cut by remarks from ones superiors and polished by experience..." said the goblin who added "...for that way, you too, might be a diamond..."

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« Reply #183 on: February 09, 2009, 02:43:20 PM »

the goblin had noticed that rarely did protectionism exist without dictatorship, "...perhaps the one leads to the other then, perhaps not, but each dictator seems to come in on the back of an economic downturn, revolution and then dictatorship..." ventured the goblin though economically, the goblin agreed localism as opposed to gobalism had some merits, and yet one had only to look at the end of the Roman empire to see where that fragmentation of the system eventually leads to

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« Reply #184 on: February 09, 2009, 08:24:44 PM »

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« Reply #185 on: February 10, 2009, 12:30:12 PM »

(the goblin returned)

repost from "what are you doing on Valentine's day" thread, elsewhere

the goblin was playing dead on Valentine's day, the moneygod it seemed, who the goblin had never really been fond of, let alone worshiped like others did that is, was now decimating his own minions with an unemployment billhook, and, although "who, where, and when" always remained the moneygod's prerogative alone, a growing sense of fear was taking over the land only matched it seemed again, perhaps even underlining it in gloom here, by an abysmal weather under which this sentence was now being carried out in

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« Reply #186 on: February 11, 2009, 11:26:48 PM »

the goblin was on a three day week too, "...ours is to witness then..." the goblin repeated, continuing "...well, as we look on at these failings of the moneygod that are now hurting worldwide that is, simply those failings are both real and perceived, and as such form two separate problems here, that of "functionality" and that of "confidence"..." ventured the goblin again feeling that neither solution alone would be enough to return the situation back to that "functional and confident" state which existed prier to this downturn, the goblin continued, "...the hardest part will be restoring the "family unit confidence", a demographic heath problem one can still see in Russia today, and as in those eastern block countries just after they had first embraced capitalism, anyway, at least with the American political system change there seems a sense on hope now, but "hope is only a good breakfast" as they say...",

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« Reply #187 on: February 11, 2009, 11:42:39 PM »

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« Reply #188 on: February 12, 2009, 12:12:55 AM »

Hey midgetpostman,

I'm seeing your posts, but there is no comment on your experience of the credit crunch.

Are you hiding from the effects or are you a fat cat getting the bonuses?
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« Reply #189 on: February 16, 2009, 08:13:38 PM »

(the goblin didn't have any credit so he didn't have to worry about a crunch then he felt)

Valentine's day it might be, but love plays no part in the goblin's life now, "...or it's more perhaps that the line between love and duty have blurred to the point where I can say "oh yes I love someone or something, but that's nothing like that passion I once felt, so that all engulfing fire from within has cooled now to a sobriety of a middle age that feeds on choices and consequences...", the goblin paused  a moment and then explained, "...OK, I love my family, and would die for them just as I love work knowing that I will work till they no longer need me, I even love this virtual reality for the "journey to self" I harp on about, and this is the real reason then, that all this is me now being in control as an adult, or at least me as someone my age should be" meaning that that uncontrolled love of ones youth is lost, both with and without regret, it's just the way middle age evolves just as firmly on the inside of one as it does in the mirror..."

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« Reply #190 on: February 16, 2009, 08:30:07 PM »

the goblin enters the bistro, heads for his usual seat and there in the corner is a couple who pay a moment's strained silent close attention to the goblin's entry into the scene here, the goblin tries to give the impression that he is not interested by simply making his actions of setting up his laptop clearer than usual, as they, in their turn, return to themselves in a conversation that will become more and more romantic as they lower their guard again, their infidelity is clear since married couples in bistros invariably talk shop and are indifferent to others

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« Reply #191 on: February 16, 2009, 08:31:17 PM »

the goblin admitted that the trouble with his life is not knowing its duration, "...you see, if I had but a short time to live, then even a small amount of money would make me relatively rich whereas, if I were to live up to into my old age, then I am poor not matter how much money I may have..." ventured the goblin, adding "..."poverty" is the mindset of older people for this very reason, it's as if their future played cat and mouse with them..."

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« Reply #192 on: February 17, 2009, 01:26:05 PM »

repost from elsewhere, someone who had mentioned "people watching" as a hobby, just sharing

"...snap..." said the goblin, whose work deals with people, continuing "...people watching is really something like people reading and, although it doesn't get easier with practice, ones ability to discern both the type of person and the situation does, but what it important here is to remain anonymous and unnoticed as one doesn't want to let on that one studying the people one comes across..."

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« Reply #193 on: February 17, 2009, 02:04:37 PM »

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9. Sorry to inform you, but the waitress(er) who served you that last cup of coffee is starting their career as a mass murder and you are their first victim.  They have slipped high powered rat poison into your coffee and soon you will dead, again sorry.  A year from now, when the murderer has gone on to kill thirteen more and is finally caught, your image and name will be splatter all over the news.  A well known true crime author decides to write a book about the killings/victims and researches every aspect and deed of your life, both online and off.

What will they title the chapter about yourself and what will the first paragraph be?

the goblin's future ghost showed up to write the reply here, "...oh, so someone did bump off the old fart after all, figures, mind with all that coffee he drank he was a good as poisoned already..." the ghost read the the next bit, "...OK, "what will they title the chapter about yourself and what will the first paragraph be", um, no idea, better call the muse over for this one, it's more her type of thing I believe..." as he looks at her pointing to the screen with both prodding index fingers, then wisely jumps back letting her take control of the keyboard as she freezes in front of the slot

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"...you know, looking at this place..." an inebriated arm swung outwards above two cannons of white sitting on the bistro table, presenting those other neat tables and most empty chairs, "...but.." as he splayed his fingers out in an outstretch hand only to turn them inwards clinching into a fist that, in a sudden pull, he returned towards his chest again with a severe vice like motion "...she killed them, one by one by one..." not that he was talking to anyone in particular around him, he fixed his gaze on someone and then the monolog just continued "...oh, and there was that old bloke with the laptop..." he smiled at remembering "...that's right, the one that mumbled texts, always seated in the same corner table that is, yes, he was the first one, ever looking across the room or making sideways glances at people, rarely talking, just typing, always typing, silly looking guy, oh what was his name again...", the man seated near by replies "...I think it was fleamailman, can I get you another glass perhaps..." the drunk is first surprised then nods with a smile, as the other man signals the waiter "...make that two canons please..." as the waiter pours the hard dry white "...so you knew fleamailman then, did you know the waitress too, look, you see I'm writing a book about this whole thing and I've got the basic details together, the plot, the people's background, but the motive is missing, or at least it doesn't seem plausible to me, I mean, she didn't gain anything by it, so why poison people in the place where one is serving, surely the police would know straight off wouldn't they, unless..." and with that the man broke off hoping the drunk would fill in the blanc, "...sorry, well yes, yes, she killed them, one by one by one..." the voice was losing coherence, the eyes glazed over in a stupor, and the interview was over but the man just asked again "...why commit a crime which leads deliberately to ones own incrimination here..." as he picked up small slip left with the drinks, and, walking over to the counter, pays it, somehow the encounter with the drunk hadn't changed the facts as the stood but somehow again those same facts no longer seemed to fit so neatly here, there was more to it the author now knew, and it would come to him, at least that much he knew too, but which one was the real motive here, as his mind seemed to make a mental list again but none of those motives seemed to sing to him, and with that he knew he would return the next day too, "...I know this is trying to tell me something..." the man just voiced softly in the street walking away

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« Reply #194 on: February 18, 2009, 03:49:37 PM »

"...oh no, never..." said the goblin who wasn't wishing anyone a happy Valentine's day, "...no, I would wish someone a tragic, yet all too romantic, Valentine's day, in fact, one of those adventurous Valentine's days where all is still so uncertain and unfolding on the outside, while inside one is felling hectic and overpowered by ones chaotic emotions..." mentioned the goblin reminiscing again

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« Reply #195 on: February 20, 2009, 07:36:57 AM »

the goblin had returned to posting but as yet he had to find his depth again, "...posting is the easy part but finding something worth posting is both the reward and the challenge of this game..." voiced the goblin to this quiet empty room once more, the slow ticking seconds seemed to tally the duration of his wait, the actual time was irrelevant, each repetitive tick was enough to let the goblin know that the hour was late enough for him to hear and feel its steady passing sensation as the goblin waited upon his thoughts once more

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« Reply #196 on: February 24, 2009, 10:06:52 PM »

"...Richelieu once said "secrecy is the first rule of state", and the important thing here is that "secrecy", in this sense, isn't some childlike denial, or refusal to reply, or straight out lying either, it's that actual "where am I in all this"...", and then the goblin felt his nagging need of a coffee again, he was now fighting a sensation of dullness of thought which was taking over, either way the goblin knew he would have to head into the kitchen in a moment, but meanwhile he just continued "...anyway, the world of adolescence, as opposed to that of adulthood, is the one of finding ones "secrecy" mistakenly thought of as actually gaining some outright independence, for "secrecy" one can have in life if one constantly keeps it in focus, but life doesn't let one have that true independence, if only because society functions on the surrender of everyones independence within it, in that the moment one asks "what do I want from life" one is just buying into the system again..." mentioned the goblin finally heading headlong into the kitchen

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« Reply #197 on: February 24, 2009, 10:07:27 PM »

"...recognition by "hitcount", qualification by "just doing it"..." said the goblin, adding "...so which is the medium that is usurping all others here, not books, magazines, nor newspapers then,  nor even television, cinema or radio, so which then is the medium that everyone likes to inter react with, to contribute to and then to follow...", and with that the goblin guessed that most people here already knew the point which the goblin was making, so the goblin simply repeated "..."welcome to the masked ball of this Internet" for this is our medium now for here we are all our own author/readers..."

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« Reply #198 on: February 25, 2009, 01:55:13 AM »

Got a busy day tomorrow,so my Last Post of the day.


      'Night All.    :sleepinbed:
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« Reply #199 on: February 25, 2009, 07:10:50 AM »

"...you see..." the goblin explained continuing "...it isn't enough for me to create a persona here, one has to create an effective harlequin to narrate the scene too...", outside, in the now unused streets that this Sunday morning offered those few passersby under some gray sky dullness that was all too typical of Geneva's early Spring, a longish day awaited, one that would just follow its unadventurous course as always, inside the bistro though, it was different in that the goblin's coffee, being half drunk by now, fueled a mind that was ready for posting across the Internet for all that anonymous critical acclaim and recognition by the plebs that only one as deluded as himself could possibly crave for, save that the bistro's WIFI at this point was down again, "...plan B then..." said the goblin who fell back to his second fiddle of preparing something to post later, concluding "...for me, these "last post" threads act both, like a spur goading me on to post back regardless, and as a constant benchmark of my posting ability to aim at, no not "what do I win here", more "what am I losing if I don't" which keeps me at it...", the harlequin then narrated the bit about the falling near freezing sleet viewed from the window and how this barred the goblin's physical escape from the bistro all at the very moment the WIFI had returned, "...so I'm stuck here on this thread with you mortals MYAHAHAHAHAHA, cause I'm certainly not going out in that then..." wailed the goblin squatting on last spot here again, slowly the snow took over from where the sleet had left off

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« Reply #200 on: February 25, 2009, 07:11:50 AM »

[footnote; direct continuation from previous post above]

the goblin was thinking about this now relentless curtain of cascading  snow, which had taken over from the sleet some hours ago, knowing that as long as it fell like this he, together with those around him, was stuck in the bistro sharing the same emotion of disbelief at it, "...for now is this Winter of our discontent made whole by the view from this window..." joked the goblin not really laughing as umpteen glum faces somehow looked forlornly up to the heavens for a moment's rest bite, out-glummed only in intensity that is by the bistro owner himself who knew his "takings" wouldn't merit his "hours" again and what better target for his griping than those squatting laptops users the goblin wondered, nope, the goblin didn't need to wonder he just needed a cloak of invisibility at this point

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« Reply #201 on: February 25, 2009, 09:47:41 AM »

the goblin hoped that there would never be a last person, nor a last post here, "...no this is an endless thread, simply it is a glorified chatroom and a stage to post anything one wishes, but unlike a chatroom it has notifications, attachments, a spell checker, and every other advantage of a normal thread, that is, while also adding both to the site's total number of posts and ones postcount too, in short, it is a killer thread here..." ventured the goblin adding one proviso  "...ah, but the detraction of the "last post" thread is that anything one does on it wins, simply anything is OK here, hence its mass popularity since most people either want to win or post something in their own righ, so, once started, it can very quickly become the number one thread, much to the decrement of everything else, rather like a strange cuckoo's egg in the forum's posting nest..."

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« Reply #202 on: February 26, 2009, 07:30:06 AM »

repost from "Last thing your character said [to you]" thread, read writer's site, elsewhere

"...goodie..." said the goblin knowing that there was nothing that quite equates to "really supporting a site" like actual posts here, as the little child drank her hot milk with a smile now hidden behind those large white rings that had formed around her mouth, the bistro, almost empty, seemed quiet at this point, the goblin just continued "...but a dialog needs to be coupled with narration, or it will still look and feel like "first person", albeit in inverted commas, or with the names written to the left that is, so one needs to portray the situation imaginatively on the one hand here, while bringing the characters to life with the other...", not the goblin himself understood any of this, as his eyes were still on the little girl waiting her chance to wipe her mouth firmly on that sleeve or whatever while her mother, seated opposite behind some splayed newspaper, repeated some mantra of "...yes, yes, oh really and what did you do next dear..." to which the little girl, equally oblivious, gaily recounted her rather short "life's story" complete with exploding hand gestures for the umpteenth time, which was all OK the goblin thought save that he knew he still had to find some "dialog text" to post here so he waited upon his muse again but his docile mind, like that slowly setting sky outside, seemed a continuous blanc, somehow the goblin just envied the little girl her unquestionable ability then



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« Reply #203 on: February 27, 2009, 08:32:24 PM »

I agree midgepostdude, I'm envious of the girl in the pic.
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« Reply #204 on: February 28, 2009, 12:30:08 PM »

the goblin liked Caliope, saluted everyone and then just returned to the idea of keeping it random, his morning bistro session in full swing, he was finding his depth again, "...you know..." he started "...you win each time you post, in fact, strangely enough you win whenever and wherever you post on the Internet that is, but somehow, and as if always, "dailylife" just calls one away again till the moment one looks at the duration of the time that one has passed in ones "dailylife", against all that one has posted on the Internet to date, and feels cheated with perhaps only really oneself to blame for having not posted more often, nor with more depth that is..." ventured the goblin at himself here, so, for the goblin at least, it wasn't really that the he ever won against someone else on any site, for they too had their own journeys to make he knew, only that the goblin himself didn't want to concede to his "dailylife", with all its too compelling petty concerns, yet one more day that it had slyly diverted him from his "journey to self" here, "...oh, and "dailylife" my friends, is passed master at creating plausible reasons to break ones journey in a life that is always shorter than one thinks..." added the goblin ever posting on with little choice he felt

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« Reply #205 on: March 01, 2009, 09:07:33 AM »

"...isn't this a livable contradiction then ..." mentioned the goblin as a somewhat lethargic clock waited upon its passing seconds once more, somehow the cold morgue like kitchen at this point was the very center of the goblin's now silent universe again, well, for at least for that short duration before the others woke, where and when, no doubt, his family would just perform their ritual of "readying for work, school or whatever" in earnest around him, perhaps even at times dragging him into their plots with various requests and questions, until they too, ready, would simply part leaving the goblin once more typing to a now half drunk coffee and his jumble of unconnected fleeting thoughts, "...should I tell them then..." asked the goblin to himself here, continuing "...confess here, when they want more, that this is in fact all that there is of me, the sum total of my mundane existence as yet another nobody stuck amongst his little "dailylife" and the bidding of that Moneygod..." but the goblin had always been caught like this, caught that is between a promise made to his wife of some unequivocal anonymity on the one hand, and that other promise to his muse that he would indeed make that "journey to self" by posting across this ether of the Internet on the other, "...so my mask will be real then and I will live this contradiction..." voiced the goblin in the vague morning light

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« Reply #206 on: March 01, 2009, 03:32:21 PM »

the goblin never expected anyone to do anything, well not for him he meant, in fact, the goblin often remembered that he too, didn't really address anyone beyond his own muse while writing here like this, "...well, there have been many sites where things simply haven't worked out between us where I had have to leave, but as long as I can see that the admin is active on the site, I can lock onto that vibe of faith in the site's future, and post on regardless through thick and thin..." ventured the goblin who himself, was still learning how to post in his own right, "...simply, I make mistakes like the rest of us, I am human then..." said the goblin speaking figuratively of course, continuing "...you see, there are no books about being a good poster, and the majority of writing rules have no bearing here, and if anything are completely off putting, to the average post's reader, as something stuffy, bookish and bygone..." mentioned the goblin who knew he had to think of "good for posting" now, no longer "good for writing" here, in fact, at times the goblin was even reminded of everyones love of sail, with it's epic elegance and beauty that is, fully aware that those supertankers now cruising down the ether of today's Internet, had little in common with "sailing ships" then, an opinion which didn't exactly adhere the goblin to those members of the writer's site elsewhere he had noticed

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« Reply #207 on: March 04, 2009, 08:39:14 PM »

the goblin noted that the first sign of madness was probably “talking to oneself aloud” that is where normal people just talk things over in their minds silently, “...ah no, for real madness...” the goblin continued “...one really needs this “last post” thread here...”

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« Reply #208 on: March 04, 2009, 08:44:06 PM »

the goblin himself always remained anonymous here, "...anyway, if ones friends or admirers are imaginative, they won't need "dailylife's" fetters, whereas if ones ever unavoidable age or ones temporary looks, or the color of ones skin for that matter, or ones fickle wealth status, ones deformities, etc., and a whole host of other trivial trappings matter to them enough to make a difference to their friendship towards you, then their feigned friendship just shows its shallowness in my books..." mentioned the goblin who wanted people to see the real goblin, not some man in the mirror here

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« Reply #209 on: March 05, 2009, 08:20:18 PM »

the goblin noted that the first sign of madness was probably “talking to oneself aloud” that is where normal people just talk things over in their minds silently, “...ah no, for real madness...” the goblin continued “...one really needs this “last post” thread here...”

Very true. That's why I only respond ocassionally, just keeping you in the balance Smiley
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« Reply #210 on: March 06, 2009, 11:18:33 AM »

repost from elsewhere, on being told that he had been banned from a site he didn't visit anyway

the goblin thanked xxxxxx for once more rubber stamping his growing qualification for being on the "banned camp" site, in fact the goblin too, had had his fair share of being banned, but that, however bad, the goblin knew, was not nearly as bad as being told to move on from the local bistro, which happened earlier this week, "...yes mortals, you may now take out your hankies and weep profusely on my behalf..." suggested the goblin knowing that the number of sites on the Internet were far in excess than the number of bistros with WIFI near to his home, "...oh, the pain and anguish of it all..." went the goblin continuing "...what will become of me I wonder..."

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« Reply #211 on: March 06, 2009, 02:49:07 PM »

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"...valid point..." went the goblin who could only point out that writing isn't anything like that which one is imagining it to be here, when one starts out that is, nor that which one has bargained for either, "...there is always a risk of self deception here, that once one builds up a "shared life" with a muse, that one can then at some later point just unshare it, going back to just living on the "dailylife" surface without her again, simply it doesn't turn out like, for it, like a dream diary, or like someone who sees ghosts, is something where practice reinforces the whole sharedness of it..." mentioned the goblin, remembering "warning, last sanity test: you can't get her back into her bottle from this point", was hidden somewhere in the small print of the Muse's pact

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« Reply #212 on: March 07, 2009, 03:41:01 PM »

and then, as if to spoil it, the goblin turned up with a largish bag of 2cents coins, the contents of which he promptly turned out onto the bistro table with the usual catastrophic results of coins rolling off in each and every direction, with everyone looking on with that smug "well, that'll teach you not to grab a few coins out of the bag each time goblin" look they usually write across their otherwise uniform faces, "...OK, they're all here now, but which one was it again..." the goblin mumbles to himself placing his index finger on each coin in turn, and then scratching it back into the open bag over the edge of the fake marble table with a purposeful screeching sound, that is after reading it then, "..."don't go to them, let them come to you" no not that one, it's too obvious, "the Internet is where the real battle is from now" nah not that one either, too contentious, "the persona is everything here" oh no they're forums members not brainy intellectuals, "the hitcount is ones readership" not sure if I even understand that one myself, "live writing is far more exciting, free and challenging" agreed, but no, it's still not the coin I am looking for, oh where is it..." the goblin continues until he comes across the coin he is looking for which reads "to post is to publish", "...funny, I thought there was more to it than that, what, do you mean to say that I have gone through this whole bag for that one little 2cnt coin, how silly I am then..." the goblin voiced to himself until he saw the people on the other tables almost praying that the goblin would stop  his scratching those coins across the table, at which, of course, a wicked temptation arose within the goblin as he then contemplated a recount, so the goblin first looked across at the others with that sudden devious smile that only a true goblin could muster here, went "...MYAHAHAHAHAHA...", and then placed all five fingers on those coins this, pulling five at a time, no, he couldn't resist it, in fact, the goblin could never resist himself he knew playing with 2cnt coins like this

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« Reply #213 on: March 09, 2009, 06:30:38 PM »

(the goblin thanked mars bar for the link to wizer's site, saying "...looks like the "last post" thread there will root, at least people are replying and it should be interesting to see if they can keep up with me...", and with that the goblin posted what he had written this morning knowing that he didn't know what he would write till it was done)

the road still winds it's way up the hill now, but on that dull day the driver just mentioned that it was here, from this point then, that the mother had just left her child in the car, perhaps to watch or otherwise, and then jumped off the edge opposite, without adding more detail than that then, so that now each time the goblin looked down at the deep ravine below, a vague but dreadful image horribly conjures itself up in the goblin's mind again, one that changed with his imagination each time, and of course the driver had no reason to lie or make that story up the goblin knew, only that this was his idle gossip here, something to say in passing as one curves along the road, "...so did she hate the child then..." asked the goblin of himself once more as he had before often enough, continuing "...or was she mad perhaps, drugs even, though I doubt I'll never know for sure now, don't think that the driver really knew either..." ventured the goblin knowing that all her belongings, which she had abruptly abandoned, her child, her purse and umpteen other signs of her ended life, would just be there on the passenger seat for the authorities to piece together here, somehow the goblin just placed some coins on the ghost's eye's at the memory of it, and signaled to the ferryman to continue with his journey then, but some ghosts return with the reassociation of the scene each time one passed, so here was probably one of those ever returning types, and somehow too, the goblin never got to ask what the ferryman did with those coins then

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« Reply #214 on: March 09, 2009, 07:44:30 PM »

Is that the Grim Reaper moonlighting?
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« Reply #215 on: March 09, 2009, 07:46:46 PM »

("...could well be..." mention the goblin thanking calliope again)
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« Reply #216 on: March 22, 2009, 03:47:48 PM »

in fact the valhalla site, the trolls there, and their writing style had flashed back in the goblin's mind his school days once more, simply the goblin remembered the time when he had turned up at some bible reading session at the bequest of his then girlfriend who, like all girlfriends of the time, probably saw their boyfriend as some cross between ones shopping accessory and ones very own pet "man friday", not that the goblin minded nor understood any of that, he was after all, besotted, desperate, or both, only that the moment the bible itself was ceremoniously passed to him to read in his turn he realized that he couldn't see the actual words for something he had smoked the night before, so out came those improvised words "sorry, I am a dyslexic but this is a cross that he hath given me to bear here everyone hallelujah" as the goblin then passed the bible to the next person in the now somewhat jaw dropped line of Bible readers, and perhaps those dilated pupils probably gave the game away too, so it was little wonder that she, there and then, dumped the heartbroken goblin to make her conquests elsewhere, just that the goblin, for his part, never smoked after that,

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« Reply #217 on: March 30, 2009, 06:28:21 PM »

Oh no, flea...there's that PICTURE again!!!
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« Reply #218 on: March 30, 2009, 08:17:27 PM »

(the goblin welcomed drac to his very own picture resizing thread then, "...well, at least this site does get the picture first then MYAHAHAHAHAHA..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...oh and then there are about 50 other "last post" threads, probably a lot more by now, that seem to have a goblin creature, all impostors of course, posting exactly the same photo to them too...", but in his defense the goblin just couldn't keep up with 50 sites otherwise, "...oh, and as the say in California, "when here, there is no there"...", and with that he post his next, knowing that if someone posted here, the goblin would turn up to post again, that was the game then)

repost from a "last post" thread on a trolls site

the goblin showed up readying an improvised speech, he started "...your majesty, fellow trolls and trollops, normal people and lone member xxxxx...", the goblin coughed to clear his throat, continuing "...a troll, if I may be so bold, is not someone who gets banned for making irrelevant posts on "such and such's" site, far from it, he is someone who can turn up on that site, start a random thread there with no subject matter at all and which, within a space of a week or so, becomes their most viewed and replied to thread there...", the goblin's coffee was tasting good as he looked out across the gray city of Geneva again, in fact, the goblin never really felt himself to be a troll, only that what he did over 40 to 50 "last post" threads now could easily be interpreted as such, he continued "...to be on this site is an honor, well for you lot that is, for here too I will fight to be last, thank you mortals MYAHAHAHAHAHA...", to which he put the note pad down on the desk again, his bistro, and that Internet conquest awaited, he simply borrowed Dali's words saying "...the difference between me and the trolls is that I am the troll then..."

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« Reply #219 on: March 30, 2009, 08:19:12 PM »

the goblin never hid who he was, just he didn't believe that his "dailylife" self was really him while here, that's all, saying "...actors, who do not believe in their parts, while acting, are unlikely to have the audience believe in any of their parts either, and, where the story engulfs its reader, the story teller too, is most likely been possessed by his own story..." the goblin tried to bridge it, continuing "...but you writers all know that much I guess, you've been there yourselves, in your stories that is, oh no, don't try to tell me that it was by some cold calculating thought process here that you wrote your stuff, no you wait for it to come, it's that funny gripping sensation isn't it, in which you type on following something in your minds it seems, building it up, and above all "being it" in ones total, oblivious to all else, especially time that is..." ventured the goblin as if somehow returned at the point to the bistro where he had been before he had started writing this "...gosh, is that the time..." the goblin just mentioned as his "dailylife" intruded on his thoughts once more, yes, like everyone else the goblin's "dailylife" owned the goblin on the outside, but inside it was up to him to make sure it didn't own him there too

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« Reply #220 on: March 30, 2009, 08:20:34 PM »

LOL...Clinton...what a retard.  "I did NOT have sexual relations with that woman!!!"
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« Reply #221 on: March 30, 2009, 08:23:10 PM »

in fact no one knew if Obama was "any good",  just that he was "so much better", and with that the goblin too put his faith in Obama, and yet the goblin also suspected this crash of 2009/10 was now imminent, and that any correction in the market could somehow be "delayed", "accepted in defeat", or "fought tooth and nail", or any mix of those scenarios perhaps then, and yet, still this crash would just flood in like a some financial tsunami, if only because it seems natural that these monitory faultlines inevitably and invariably correct themselves taking their investors and everyone else with them each time, "...here we are again then, any reason why this time is should be any different, bar in possible magnitude perhaps..." ventured the goblin

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« Reply #222 on: March 30, 2009, 08:32:22 PM »

 Really funny

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« Reply #223 on: March 30, 2009, 08:47:32 PM »

the goblin just explained, again "...life is an inner journey here that we are all on it, feel free to join in then..."

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« Reply #224 on: July 01, 2009, 10:38:26 PM »

the goblin was always anonymous, so really whether he was liked, hated, or whatever didn't matter to that goblin persona he always portrayed himself as, he goblin explained "...sooner or later, I am just haunted by those three questions again, "so what have you actually written for all this posting then", "and what has one learned from the replies and comments too" and "well then, what have you seen of yourself from what you have posted"...”, pausing for a moment, the goblin went back into the kitchen to make another coffee, a dull workday morning was his unavoidable encroaching reality now, so the goblin's only escape could be to cast his mind elsewhere since his family depended on his continued surrender to this present situation, to this society, and just to this living too, even if all those were just compromises on their terms for their rewards, well that much at least was unavoidably clear to him by now, "...ah but, as strange as it may sound, my mind up to a point has a choice of being "aware, unaware, here, or elsewhere", so what if I could master this choice then as something against that all too mundane reality of mine, while also slowly producing a stored body of posts somewhere that thwarts those three haunting questions again, surely that would be reason enough to post here, wouldn't it mortals..." concluded the goblin as the clock just ushered him on now to society's bidding once more, the goblin retorts to the clock "...lift anchor, rig the mind to "elsewhere" boson, and steady as she daydreams then..."

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« Reply #225 on: July 01, 2009, 11:14:17 PM »

Welcome back midgepostdude  grin


"...lift anchor, rig the mind to "elsewhere" boson, and steady as she daydreams then..."

I could certainly do with some of that Smiley
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« Reply #226 on: July 01, 2009, 11:48:06 PM »

(the goblin had a bad habit of falling asleep if he didn't get a notification once in a while and apologized for it, saying "...it's been a while and I have written a lot, so feeding the thread should be easy now...")


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"...pass..." said the goblin, who asked to be forgiven for not posting his photo, saying "...simply, in five or ten years time, I'll be posting another photo of myself, of a face that I have no control over, thinking "but this is not really me, or it isn't fair that it is",  so I, in my vanity perhaps, decided long ago that I won't have a face that grows old here, that I will let people think that I am middle aged forever, if simply because a younger person wouldn't write like this, and of course there's no need to portray an old person here...", in fact, the goblin had had this very same type conversation with someone else recently who didn't see that although she wanted  to have other people appreciate her for her person within, she just had to stick her old photo in the avatar, and all her uninspiring details in the profile, "...so why wear that makeup, those sexy clothes, etc., why care about your weight too, simply those things are just same type of cheap deceptions as these are, are they not, when what it is really, that which most people want above all that is, is to be appreciated for who they really are, but I do appreciate for them for who they are, especially when I am not being bought by some superficial appearance thing here, as their mystery is their beauty...",


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« Reply #227 on: July 02, 2009, 12:01:15 AM »

Very interesting thoughts, I'll dwell on those whilst waiting for sleep.

G'night  :yawnstretch:
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« Reply #228 on: July 08, 2009, 06:51:02 PM »

(written today, the goblin is in a rather strange mood, saying "...delete this if it is not right here...")

the goblin on that day seemed to remember a time prier to that, when she put her cigarette down a second saying "...see, for all my smoking I don't get ill much, I fight it and, that way, each cold just turns into these..." as she had pointed to a few little inconspicuous lumps, and of course the goblin, if he was listening at all, had just casually taken it at face value, anyway, if she believed in it, it could well be true for her, besides, she just worked opposite him and the goblin had more important things to deal with, like learning the ropes and getting all that work done, though now on this particular day she was on maternity leave leaving the goblin with double the workload, while somewhere outside, part of that sunny London afternoon filtered into the the wide office which always seemed just as stuffy as it was busy, work mostly blinkered the goblin's senses away from all that though, no, here was a treadmill, and the deadline demanded attention, "...another booking flea, get to it, oh and be more careful this time..." the boss said handing over yet another telex written in a code predating the computer reading "16/06/82 15twb, 1swb, 2nts HB, Ramada" as the goblin would then off the date 16th June 1982, 15twin bedded rooms and a single bedded room, two nights, half board, in the Ramada hotel", "...right away..." the goblin replied as he first phoned the hotel to confirms things before sending a reconfirmation telex afterward, anyway loathing it, how he just hated his work, besides, he wasn't accepted there either, let alone appreciated, and all this would have, and should have just slipped into the goblin's memory by now, after all these years, save that the boss was talking on the telephone though all this noise, quite normally until after a minute or two into the conversation he thanked the caller replacing the receiver as if he was in slow motion, where turning he talked aloud, not so much to tell the goblin anything, more just to turn over in his mind what had happened again, saying "...that was the hospital, seems they had discovered a large tumor and had to operate, she's dead but the baby was saved...", the goblin's wife too, was pregnant at the time

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« Reply #229 on: July 08, 2009, 07:23:41 PM »

That's quite sad, fingers crossed for the goblins wife....
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« Reply #230 on: July 08, 2009, 07:44:22 PM »

("...no, it was 1982..." replied the goblin, but it was a reminder though)

the goblin was not sure what it was all about at this point, but sure, it would have to come across like outstandingly awesome, perhaps the penultimate thought itself inspired by the deepest of coffees even, and yet all the goblin could actually think about was "dailylife", "dailylife", dailylife", "...ok I've rendered unto you enough today don't you think, could we have awesome for five minutes..." shouted the goblin out of the blue, but "dailylife" just changed the tune from "home" to "family" to "work" to "money" back to "home" again, thinking the goblin wouldn't notice but the goblin had and his resentment at it was heartfelt


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« Reply #231 on: July 08, 2009, 08:30:45 PM »

Phew, 1982, thats OK then Wink

Is 'daily life' the same as 'real life'?
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« Reply #232 on: July 08, 2009, 11:26:39 PM »

"...not really..." replied the goblin, continuing "...in my books, "real life" is opposed to ones "virtual reality", whereas "dailylife" is opposed to the part of one that reflects upon it, simply in could be just as sheeplike on the Internet as in real life, but being aware is the difference that separates one from being a sheep..."
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« Reply #233 on: July 09, 2009, 08:28:25 AM »

It's gonna take me a while to decipher that Wink
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« Reply #235 on: December 06, 2009, 11:48:54 PM »

("...and who would stir me from my slumber here..." asked the goblin once more called back)

the goblin had often noted, that the more one feeds the slot the more that slot seems to want those posts again, saying "...and after that, that slot just follows one around too, there whenever some idea for a post hits one that is...", but the goblin also understood that all this was probably something which most people would simply dismiss as some writer's distraction here, and understandably not for them then, "...their choice I suppose, but for me it's still something worth cultivating none the less, if only because there is so much within one that never gets out, and so much outside one that is just borrowed or aging..." ventured the goblin who had dubbed all this "a shared life", repeating, "...the muse's pact goes "honesty, a shared life, and a thick skin", your soul in ink please.."


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« Reply #236 on: December 07, 2009, 09:23:49 AM »

Hi Flea  wave
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« Reply #237 on: December 07, 2009, 12:14:05 PM »

("...here we go again then..." replied the goblin suspecting that perhaps someone wanted to take his thread again, saying "...ah but it's not what I reply that matters is it, more, what you post of yourself that matters since you will know yourself by it then...", the bistro, where the goblin wrote this rainy morning, played a medley of unwanted tunes, the goblin swiftly blotted them out with his headphones, adding "...I write something everyday but I leave off posting when I've already won...")

the goblin was slowly absorbing the gist of the text written on a fair sized tin of rat poison he was holding, something like "warning, contains a very slow acting poison that works rather like your dailylife does. save that it's both cheaper and less bother, thank you for reading this, and have a nice day human, your sincerely, the resident rodents", "...so those rats are on to a good thing then, right, the kettle has boiled, now where is the coffee then..." voiced the goblin aloud to himself over his laptop this breakfast time, "...actually, it's the same tin goblin..." came the small voice from a crack in the wall


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« Reply #238 on: December 07, 2009, 01:48:24 PM »

Eureka!...I clench my feline paws... attaining the ultimate meditative state! 

I spy a goblin.
In my catmint induced space ... for I am afterall only a cat .... my nose twitches .. 
I smell decaff coffee ... dear, sweet little goblin, fear not that it is poison ... like as not it is just regular branded coffee full of dangerous and harmful additives...made by humans...for humans .. and in their infinite kindness no longer tested on animals (or indeed dear goblins) .. but tested on themselves.

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In my catmint induced space ... for I am afterall only a cat .... my nose twitches ..
I smell decaff coffee ... dear, sweet little goblin, fear not that it is poison ... like as not it is just regular branded coffee full of dangerous and harmful additives...made by humans...for humans .. and in their infinite kindness no longer tested on animals (or indeed dear goblins) .. but tested on themselves.

"...so now my feline friend, would you have me drink some non poisonous coffee here, that I would live a little longer by it..." asked the goblin, breaking off for a moment to ask the girl at the counter for yet another cup, adding "...ah, but the point of life is not longevity, is it now, no, the point of this life, if there be one that is, is to grow ever more aware of it...", while outside the bistro, the winter's rain fell intermittently throughout the goblin's day off, "...well perhaps not then, perhaps today we can delve into inner awareness instead...", the rain was not amused it seems, nor perturbed for that matter

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« Reply #240 on: December 07, 2009, 04:53:20 PM »

Sweet goblin ... Drink coffee, lots of it! ..
And as Spock would say ... Live Long and Prosper
The world would be a poorer, drab place without you. A droll observer of humanity ...disguised as a goblin. A kindred spirit..perchance?

Press your little face up against the bistro window ... peek outside and see me amidst the sheet of winter rain , acid rain actually but that misdemenaour belongs to Man not feline or goblin... for though feline I walk amongst mankind too.
Yes! Here I am! Languishing forlornly at a bus stop...and... wondering what those three mysterious orbs are.
What alchemical magic is this?


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« Reply #242 on: December 07, 2009, 09:03:58 PM »

(the goblin just started reposting here again, saying "...I am where the posters are...")

repost from somewhere else again

the goblin thanked the poster, saying "...actually, looking at my inbox this is one of my quieter threads, resembling very much a blog, which it isn't, or at least wasn't ever intended to be...", not that the goblin minded,  he continued "...but anyway, turning back to the difference between "book writing" and "live writing", which I equated before to  something like the "theater" as opposed to the "cinema" for its contact to the audience, simply with book writing, much as I love books, their market share is in total decline, that is for every new reader of a book there are perhaps hundreds, if not thousands, of people who are turning up on the Internet as readers/writers in their own right, so looking at it from this standpoint alone, I probably now have a readership, and feedback too, that rivals a minor author, well, if one adds together all the "hit counts" across 50 "last post" threads that is...", the goblin paused for his coffee again, adding "...not that any of this actually matters to someone anonymous by choice, it's just a result of my "journey to self" through posting..."


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« Reply #243 on: December 07, 2009, 09:09:44 PM »

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« Reply #244 on: December 07, 2009, 09:15:14 PM »

I reckon we could raise 50 pence if we tried.....

And wanted to Smiley
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« Reply #245 on: December 07, 2009, 09:20:07 PM »

me no pay ransom


thin end of the wedge and all that...
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« Reply #246 on: December 07, 2009, 09:26:54 PM »

(the goblin thanked the humans again, somehow knowing that he couldn't stay focused for long)

repost from elsewhere, the "afterlife" thread

"...simply, you and I are anonymous, the number of posts, the hit rate, and all the other paraphernalia which goes up to create any member on a site actually means nothing because nothing can be proved here, nothing except the fact that I am writing this and you are reading it..." said the goblin whose goal remained to know himself from what he posted, adding "...you can't know the future, there is no way to know it because it is not here yet, but perhaps one can know oneself, because oneself is here all the time..."

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« Reply #247 on: December 08, 2009, 09:00:51 AM »

repost from elsewhere, the "Christmas tree" thread

"...well, up goes the same artificial tree each year..." mentioned the goblin in passing, continuing "...so I suppose it just marks the season for me here, where, once way back, it had been a potent reminder of some expectation, oh no, not that I mind at this point, that the workings of this trick, where gifts appear at its base, are understood away from me by my logic, and yet somewhere inside me still, ever the spell of all this remains of it, as if all those ghosts of christmases past were simply summoned once more by this one tree again..."

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« Reply #248 on: December 08, 2009, 12:40:10 PM »

"...funny how in writing that other post, about the artificial christmas tree I put up each year, those bittersweet memories of past christmases just crossed my mind again, of those people gone, their houses lost, and all but some cherished memories now..." mentioned the goblin at it, adding "...and I remember too, my grandmother saying how she hated her dreams at night because when she woke up she was blind again, well it's something like that then, but this growing old is being brave isn't it, and besides, with christmas, occasionally it's good to "look back" isn't it, yes, but then more importantly perhaps one should still "look on" now, for who knows how often one will be able to "look forward" that is...", and one day the goblin would just join his ghosts then, simply he knew he belonged to them in the end, "...same journey's end for us all I suppose..." said the goblin in passing

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« Reply #249 on: December 08, 2009, 04:56:25 PM »

Oh sweet little goblin .. an artifical tree?
such melancholy sadness strikes a cruel anvil in my heart....
Be not sorrowful nor a misanthropist... though I have seen your image in my inner minds eye .. be not sad.. nor hide away.


Hark I have a worthy mission for you!
There are rumours in the world of humans that there is to be no christmas!
Santa Claus has swine flu!
And this is the season of Good Swill ...
Nor am I hamming it up ... cure yourself of your melancholia and smoke out your inner demons....and save santa's bacon by stepping into the breach.


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« Reply #250 on: December 08, 2009, 07:10:54 PM »

the goblin thanked the cat again, saying "...you write well I see, you've played this game before I guess...", the night was cold now, not freezing though, bearable if not pleasant in fact, while inside the lone goblin typed away his thoughts once more between the odd sip from a old cup that marked clearly with its rings those hours of his day passed here then, "...funny places bistros..." went the goblin again "...a place where one goes to, in order to escape from...", no the hours didn't matter, what mattered was only what one could come across


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« Reply #251 on: December 08, 2009, 07:20:50 PM »

repost from some religious thread, elsewhere

"...ah yes, that word "faith" again, but you don't know do you, so what do you actually really know mortals, that you are here, yes, and that your "journey to self", journey to death too, is evident, simply all around you now is indisputable as your "dailylife" is it not, and you could say that you are just the sum total of the trappings of your "dailylife" here..." mentioned the goblin, thinking "dailylife" as ones age, how one looks in the mirror, status, money in the bank, etc., continuing "...but me, I know that I am more than that because I keep facing this slot trying to make posts, not as some religion but as a counter conditioning process to "dailylife", so that, after a while, I just see myself from what I post...", the goblin paused, then concluded "...look, "knowing" is all you can go on, and yes you can make pacts with the faiths, just as you can accept the trappings of "dailylife" as its total, and even amass those trinkets of the moneygod too if you like, but in the end you'll still be asking yourself "where am I in all this", won't you mortal, because "believing" is accepting faith for truth because you have been told to do so, or that it is written as such somewhere, where in fact your duty is to know, so that "your journey to self" is simply "to know for yourself", not faith then..."


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« Reply #252 on: December 08, 2009, 07:36:17 PM »

In the old house the mirror to the bathroom is always there, just as it has been since the goblin's childhood, its full length, and, to anyone else of course, would be just another mirror like any other mirror that they pass in the course of their day that is, and yes the goblin too passes many mirrors in his day, except that each time the goblin looks into the depths of this one mirror he see himself yes, but besides seeing his own reflection as most people would, he also sees those ghosts of himself years before, not as some tease, nor as a premise for regret or something, no, only as something "matter of fact", as those ghosts were then, or as they still are perhaps, “...well it's a compromise goblin...” said one of them suddenly, continuing “...we don't get to live on into that “you” we see here, but we do retain our countenances which is more than I can say for you of course, you're dying goblin like everyone else that is, whereas we can't die, ah but we can't change either, simply we're as “stuck aground” in your past, as you are “stuck adrift” in your present goblin, and we salute you for simply we owe ourselves to you then, that's all, dare I put it as it's as if you are the “last post” of us...”


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« Reply #253 on: December 08, 2009, 10:51:40 PM »

Ah ... a dear little goblin of wisdom ... such wise words. My eyes have misted over ....I scrub a paw over my face ... (it's the flea collar really ... I think I'm allergic.)

Gnothi seauton .... Know thyself.

Or indeed the ghosts of thyselves ...
though only a cat , I too have tuned into this magical mirror phenomena. For do I not have 9 lives? My name is Legion..for we are many (Gospel of Luke: somesuch place in the weighty tomb...sorry...tome, called the bible).
As a kindred spirit ... i share my ghosts in my mirror with you .. for I would be fearsome and bold.



whereas...
in reality.... or at least in one of them
as an illogical, timid cat and unable to find anonymity in a bistro that serves coffee.... I don my shroud of animalistic disguise and mingle with earths flora amd fauna ... You might have seen me on nature programmes on TV ... then again ... you might not be able to distinguish me from the real beasties for my disguise is foolproof don't you think?

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« Reply #254 on: December 09, 2009, 11:13:28 PM »

(will be up to date soon enough, only if this thread continues though)

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"...it's always best to choose those topics which you yourself like, so if you like controversial threads, yes by all means start them, however if it is something that you have no interest in, then you'll still be obliged to continue replying to anyone who replies back, on the one hand while others might equally be replying out of kindness on the other, so that simply by everyone's dishonesty it can perpetuate the thread into farce..." mentioned the goblin who was always selfishly honest here, reading everything yes, but anything that didn't interest him he never posted to, nor started a thread about, adding "...just "what in ones life is worth starting a thread about" and "what in ones life is worth posting" are two clear benchmarks of honestly here..."


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« Reply #255 on: December 09, 2009, 11:24:52 PM »

repost from elsewhere, someone else not liking being the rank of "failed"

the goblin, who had the same "failed" rank too, just laughed saying "...rank me as you wish more, for if anyone judges me from some ranking system, what does that tell you about their own ability to judge for themselves then, and if they can judge for themselves why would they take note of the ranking system then, that is, since they'd know for themselves now..", so the goblin was very happy with his rank of "failed" as would have been harder to live up to one ranked "succeeded"
 
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« Reply #256 on: December 09, 2009, 11:27:32 PM »

skip if too long for you

the long departing bus homewards now, the goblin just lets the text type itself again between his mind and his laptop, as a wave of slowly typed words are, written, wiped, rewritten again in some slow repetition until a residue of what the goblin really wants to relate here remains for all to see, that is, while the music is Ravel's piano concerto mov 2, a deceptive piece that starts off normally enough only to slowly break into something deeper, deathlike even, and certainly appropriate to the view of those stepping stone like silent still gathering rainclouds that the goblin has fixed his view on now as all below seems to shoot by out of goblin's focus and consideration, and somehow the scene seems set, "...slot, perhaps I shouldn't have asked dad, no choice there I felt, I mean "how long now until" and "who inherits, etc" that is...", "...goblin, if it falls on you to clear up things afterwards, you have that right and should know everything...", the clouds thicken in their gathering darkness, everything else continues its ignored whizzing course, but the music has changed at this point from the normal piano to the orchestra, something bigger is afoot, something is taking over the piano then "...it's going to rain Slot, it will be for real this time, quite a show don't you think...", "...goblin, it's so easy to be cheap here, you're not cheap I hope, you have to live with yourself after he's gone, all that you did and gave to date would be cheap if you fail him now then, the end will crown it goblin, think about it goblin, you're lucky to even know in advance, you can prove yourself here...", the piano breaks into unrelated high notes, it's erratic now as if drowning, certainly wrong, the piece is breaking up or into something else then as the rain breaks too, and still the scenery, ever out of focus, whizzes by under the encroaching storm that had to pass the goblin knew, the piano tinkers into silence



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« Reply #257 on: December 10, 2009, 12:20:19 AM »

oh dear little goblin ... what is this talk of rankness?
I do not think you are rank... warty maybe ,, but there are many excellent dermatologists to be found amongst the humans.
And I can see you!
There!
Just under my little dewclaw ... how do you know your concave reality is not my reality?
That your darkening storm clouds gathering overhead is in my reality the descending shadow of my big furry head as I gaze down upon you?
And the rain? Is but the soughing of my blocked sinuses as I weep.
 


And Ravel (though very nice)... oh no ...  my visions of you speak of Satie!

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyFhsG8Ip4E&rel=1" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/v/RyFhsG8Ip4E&rel=1</a>
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« Reply #258 on: December 10, 2009, 01:15:33 AM »

the goblin loved that piece by satie, saying "...quite haunting isn't it...", softly the quiet night outside slowly reminded the goblin that he should have been asleep by now and yet, in reposting his ideas here, he had got caught up in their editing again, for once more those little typos clearly had the hallmark of the dislexsick fairy, and where not actually her then, the likes of ambiguity, contradiction and vagueness vied for attention once more, "...oh yes I'm mad..." said the goblin again at it, continuing "...indeed..., ah but not any old madness will do here will it, no each studied madness has to retain a conveyed continuity throughout, well if it is to be credible to the reader that is, for like hypnosis it is both suggestive, and works through the imagination of the willing subject...", the goblin knew there was more, but the clock and the sandman were quite insistent in their shouting at him now, "...off to bed with you goblin..." they were saying again "...for tomorrow you'll regret not having slept sooner..."

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« Reply #259 on: December 10, 2009, 04:20:09 PM »

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"the reason why one has to explain one another's explanations is that one cannot completely grasp the fact that he or she fails", said the gnome, laughing, "that is why so many people in this flattering world of today do not understand when they really do suck. That is the problem of the world of today".

the gnome had a valid point the goblin felt, agreeing that the world of adults was one of accepted lies and flattery then, saying "...when one knows, often one doesn't want to rock to boat by pointing it out, well there is that yes, but also one doesn't want to betray ones hidden understanding here by just giving it away in an explanation so to speak...", and yes, the goblin too, had played dumb often enough then, adding "...you see, "knowledge" in itself is nothing but mere facts here but actually understanding that knowledge is the source of authority, and it's this authority, hidden or otherwise, which lets you see the failings in others then..."



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« Reply #260 on: December 10, 2009, 04:25:22 PM »

the goblin reminded himself of something, saying "...members come and go..." but the goblin himself didn't mind who came or went or stayed, or whatever, no, for him only "content" mattered, "...selfish perhaps but as long as I am alive I will try for "content" as each post is proof of how I relate to my life..." explained the goblin, continuing "...but let's see it for what it really is, in that each one of us is actually alone on the Internet with this unspoken tally known only to ourselves of what one has done against what time one has had to do it in, so now, how does one other member here, or a million other members for that matter, change this simple equation in some way, no, this tally just remains constant as some benchmark of self does it not, simply, in life one may be "whatever", OK true, ah but here on the Internet, one is what one posts, that's all..."

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« Reply #261 on: December 10, 2009, 04:31:43 PM »

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"...oh no its more like 50 "last post" threads, not just the 2 sites then, besides, if somewhere gets it first it's just full of typos, whereas if somewhere gets it last it's tidy..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...why should it matter, in fact I make the posts on barbie's site, go through the pictures on karma's site, post across various sites in no particular thought out order, but only the most important sites, somewhere like the lupus site, gets the post last of all because for them it has to exactly right I feel, since kathy is fighting something big there..." but the goblin also knew that none of this mattered, he was anonymous, everyone else here was anonymous too, and who would remember what the gobin had written yesterday let alone last week then, so the goblin newest stuff was crudely written and full of typos, but the goblin also knew that if he and the admin were the only two members left on the site, he would still post, if simply because he needed these "last post" threads for their feeling of deadline and their sense of some expectation from him




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« Reply #262 on: December 10, 2009, 09:14:04 PM »

once more the bistro claimed the goblin on the outside while inside his mind thought back to the point where Bill Gates had once predicted that "the Internet will be the true media and all others will bow to it", and how at the time he had been laughed out of the media court so to speak, "...ah well, they don't laugh so loud now..." blurted out lone goblin amongst the many mostly empty tables around him, where the unread newspapers, and the unwatched television were just present it seemed, continuing "...so yes, they may point out that their Internet counterpart is not as good, which it true enough I feel, ah but can they claim that their market share hasn't been eroded by it...", simply, the goblin just felt that Bill Gates prediction had been premature though not in itself incorrect

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« Reply #263 on: December 10, 2009, 09:41:52 PM »

repost from elsewhere, someone who had written about a death in her family

the goblin just offered his condolences knowing that he would read anything the poster wrote here now, saying "...I am good at listening then..." and somehow the goblin knew that each happening like this was just wrestling an angel, and these angels were not there to be nice, they were there to help one shine in ones reflection against them, "... and of course ones reflections doesn't have to be shared here, but they do have to be formed, don't they then, or that angel, whichever one it was, was wasted on you..." mentioned the goblin listening as ever

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« Reply #264 on: December 10, 2009, 11:52:32 PM »

Greetings little goblin .... sage mystic ... little bistro dweller ...and dweller of inner space...
I feel I can call you friend ..nay ... more! ... A kindred spirit ... and  the sum of our combined knowledge must be a terrifying thing to behold.
Indeed gobsmacking in it's in(s)ane profundity.

Goblin friend ... Resistance is futile? I confess I never spied the wondrous Bill gates out in deeper space.
Inner space is your domain and here I admire your wisdom... but out there...in the stygian void of darkness of outer space where...our heroic Sigourney said...In space no one can hear you scream ... it's true...no one can.... it's blotted out by the hiss of orbiting space junk whizzing by.
How weird yet sad ... that along with engineer Scotty's ashes capsule ...  a dumped NASA refridgerator trawls lazily by ... doubtless doomed one day to be discovered by some galactic archeologist... who..might understandably form the mistaken notion that it is an abandoned cyrogenic unit...it's occupant escaped...to where?
Yet... I digress ... back to reality

Apollo 11. 1969 ... was a hoax. A joke. Mankind did not reach the Moon first.
But I did. Me.
Morticia.
Well... that was my reality.....
some will say this is a hoax ...
some will mock me and say ... my helmet has no faceplate
others will mock me and say ... my suit is not sealed ... my tail is peeking out of the back
 
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« Reply #265 on: December 11, 2009, 07:59:29 AM »

"...ah, but you are right again dear cat, for, as in scotish law, where there were those three verdicts of "guilty" "innocent" and "not proven", there is much in this life where the same "not proven" verdict can be passed, for simply anything that does not effect ones "dailylife" directly is hard to prove to oneself is it not, and even that which effects ones "dailylife" too, the causes and consequences of which, becomes difficult to prove the further away from oneself the trail goes, therefore one accepts most of it all as "fact" or "truth", for two reasons then, their being either, that one feels that the authorities would have no reason to lie in their explanation, or that one has no other explanation more credible than the one being offered..." mentioned the goblin thinking upon those conspiracy theories such as "jfk's assassination" "dianna's car crash" and the "new world order", though the moneygod was calling him to his bidding at this point, but the system itself didn't need any explanation, it just was ones reality here

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« Reply #266 on: December 11, 2009, 11:38:13 AM »


repost from elsewhere, the "afterlife" thread

the goblin turned up, and then explained "...in life, there is only this "journey to self" here that you can know of for sure, in that, some people will talk about lots of things that make sense attaching still more things they will ask you to believe in, even as far as to offer you an eternal reward or an eternal punishment depending on whether you accept their given line as the truth about your future...", somehow the goblin knew that the next bit was harder but he continued "...so imagine the first of two choices, that you accepted their argument to its full, and did exactly as told to because of some reward or punishment that was coming later, now what would that tell you about yourself and how base you are, simply your actions would be based on self advantage here, something like taking out a mortgage on heaven perhaps, every good action you did would be some contribution towards that mortgage then, wouldn't it...", so the goblin just offered the second choice by saying "...now imagine the other choice, that all your actions good or bad were based on your own judgment of them, no expectation, nor reward nor punishment here, just you knowing yourself by what you do, well if you can imagine these two choices clearly then, and can still choose the latter of the two, thus defying any notion of God, or the Devil and anything else for that matter, saying "I do not look to reward in my actions, the actions are the reward in themselves", then for an eternity you could hold you head up high and look your maker in the eye, saying "well, you may not like my choices but at least I was, as honest to them then, as I am to you now"..."

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« Reply #267 on: December 11, 2009, 11:39:59 AM »

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"...wrong mortals, the goblin is just a persona, that is, on the Internet there is no 'flesh and bones", "gender", "day", 'time", "place" or "age", it is all just "what you read" and "what you write", there is no more a human here than if you were to look at a book and saying "you are flesh and blood my dear book", though the source of what you see is human, yes, but what you read here isn't any more human than books, films, music, paintings and the like are, simply they are, like this too, "representations" here, miss that point and you will not see what you are seeing for what it is..." ventured the goblin again, building up to that line he had thought often enough, saying "...welcome to the masked ball of the Internet, any representation you choose is OK then because none are true, even the best writer in the world couldn't write himself as he truly is here, written words only represent, don't they mortals..."

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« Reply #268 on: December 11, 2009, 11:43:15 AM »

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the goblin always liked the posts here, saying "...I am here because I have a great faith in this site and those members I know now as being original and accepting, it's this laissez faire which really wins here, now "how others are to you" is not your decision though "how you are to others" somehow reflects you to yourself, just you don't need to be like others then..."

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« Reply #269 on: December 11, 2009, 05:12:53 PM »

Oh wondrous little goblin you are blessed with uncanny insight.
I am behove to make a pithy remark ... but ... the compulsion is too strong to resist.

For indeed ... the World doth turn ... and so we all roll out of bed and brave another day.
As the great John Lennon said in a song ... Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans....
And then the World turns ....
Strange too to think that the World is inexorably shifting closer to the moon by 1 cm a year. A smidgin...of no consequence.
And then the World turned.
A mote of humanity gains it's adult teeth .. the last set .. far too young too outlast the rest of it's carbon based form. And it's brain cells start to die ... fading away ... from age 26.
And then the World turned.
Better to be a cat .. or a goblin .. a figment of imagination that is more real than reality.
And then ...
Wait! .... I was'nt  going to say that this time ...
Dear goblin, precious friend ... I say to you ... Hadron Collider.
I am only a simple cat ... share your incisive thoughts with me ...quell my suspicion that this travesty is in the wrong reality.
Todays headline for humans to dwell on ...

Large Hadron collider records high-energy smash
LHC get closer to the big bang


Last night, as scientists put the Large Hadron Collider through its paces in tests, scientists recorded protons colliding at 1.18 trillion electron volts.

Although operations aren't due to fully get under way until next year, scientists at the European Organisation for Nuclear Research (CERN) have been testing equipment.

And so now I get to say it ....
And then the World turned ... or wobbled on it's axis..

And stop drinking that awful coffee in that seedy bistro and come and share a cuppa with me.

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