Why I don't frequent forums anymore
A few years ago I registered with BladeForums.com. I then put
up my first thread and was immediately confronted by the forumites
that frequent there. They questioned amongst themselves whether
or not I "looked like a "troll"". ( funny, I never posted any images! )
After awhile this clique continued getting more and more sarcastic
( they just love that quote function! ) Then I ended up getting
dumped on in the Whine & Cheeze forum.
Ken ( Kasten ) who doesn't frequent here much anymore put it
eloquently : "they're just a buncha kids, Al." ( with knives yet! )
Having a terminal disease, a checkered past and such may not be
common to the forumites of BladeForums.com or here, but it's little reason,
IMO, to call someone an "AIDS infested phuck" ( that's supposed to be
with a "f" gang. ) I also "mis-quote" literature -
Paradise Lost by John Milton :
Lucifer challenges the Almighty by proclaiming : "It is far better to rule on the
earth than to serve in the heavens..."
It is the charge of the cyber-idiot box geeks like this to form cliques in forums
( sorta like prison gangs ; I guess they're learning early! ) and "run the place".
Hence I try not to be involved as much anymore. I spend more time at the
Jam Session ( guitarists forum ) than I do here. So far so good, but I wonder...
On the other hand, musicians don't strike me as being uptight ( or snobbish about what kind of
guitar ( "axe" ) you play ) I also disagree that a pocketknife has to co$t $300(!) to
be "quality" ( witness the Spyderco MeerKat, Cricket or Jester )
Anyone else had something more than mere literary jousting done to them? ( Let us not forget the hate e-mails from the clique. )
What say the augurers? *
* Here's another one : Why do I use this expression? It's a snippet from
Shakespeare's Julius Caesar ( Act II, Scene II ). I think it ironic as Caesar
was assassinated in, of all places, a forum.
Last edited by AllenETreat; 03-12-2007 at 10:19 AM.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, awake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it reality.