[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[doctordumbass]

piss of???

Strange guy, you. You have this perverse concept that someone is spiritually 
advanced when they can be cursed at, while remaining dead inside, or at least 
severely depressed. You need help. Any time you or anyone else insults me 
without cause, it feels wrong and I will react.

You have this warped idea that reacting to something like that makes a person 
weak. Just the opposite, Einstein. To react is to stay alive,  to recognize the 
wonder and goodness in the world. To remain in denial and emotional death, as 
you do, is not spiritual. It is ignorance. 

As usual, no extra charge for the truth, not that you'd recognize it if it 
smacked you in the face.:-)

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote:
 
  Thanks for these post Barry - I enjoy them.
 
 I enjoy writing them. If for no other reason, me rapping
 about enjoying my life while ignoring what they say about 
 me seems to piss of the Frightened Five more than anything 
 else I could do. :-)
 
 Just look at their response...in numbers, if nothing else.
 Judy's almost out of posts for the week, Ann's not far 
 behind, and I feel safe at guessing that neither of them
 have contributed anything but insults and attempts to get 
 people to argue with them all week. All while trying
 to hide their panic over the fact that fewer and fewer 
 people every week seem to be paying any attention to 
 anything they write. I mean, here it is Thursday morning 
 and I still have 30 posts to play with, and they only 
 have a handful between them. I think that speaks volumes 
 in terms of who is affecting whom, don't you?  :-)
 
 Judy and her small band of sycophants seem to *live* for
 this stuff, but increasingly lately the only people 
 they've got to talk to are each other. Almost no one else 
 even bothers to respond. Except Xeno, and he's laughing at
 them the whole time, and Share, who still foolishly
 gives a shit what any of them say about her. 
 
 I just find it fascinating -- and thus fascinating to
 comment on in my cafe raps from time to time -- that 
 this small band of narcissists don't seem to realize how
 much of themselves they give away by relating their
 *fantasies* here on FFL. Almost ALL of these fantasies
 seem to revolve around how much the words they've posted
 to this tiny, backwater cesspool in cyberspace have
 *affected* and *hurt* someone they don't like. Don't 
 take my word for this, just watch the trends for yourself.
 
 I find it all kinda sad, but then I'm perverse enough
 to have noticed the trend that the more I *don't* take 
 them seriously, and the more I *don't* respond to them
 directly, the crazier they seem to get and the earlier 
 in each week they post out. So that inspires me to 
 take them even less seriously than ever.  :-)
 
 The fallacy in their thinking, as far as I can tell, is
 that they actually seem to believe that people CARE what
 they think of them. That was Robin's biggest failing, 
 too, the guy they're so enamored of. They post tiny 
 insults, and enough of them that they often post out
 mid-week. He used to write these long, boring tomes 
 about the people he didn't like, and *he actually 
 expected the people he was ranting about to read them*,
 and to CARE what he thought of them. 
 
 THAT is their common failing, and why they can be so
 easily ignored. Their fantasies all revolve around the
 people they gang up on feeling BAD and being *affected*
 by the things they write. If enough people show them
 that nothing they say has any more effect that pissing
 into the wind, maybe in time they'll catch a clue and
 try to find something actually interesting to contribute.
 
 Maybe. Either that or they'll just keep doing the same
 old thing, writing to the imaginary audiences in their
 heads, as opposed to the real-life audience that is 
 largely ignoring them. But how long can that last? How
 long can they perpetuate their fantasies about how much
 they're affecting the people they don't like? How long
 can they keep that up? It's not as if someone could do 
 that for almost 20 years without catching a clue, is it?
 
 Oh. 
 
 Never mind.  :-)
 
  
   From: turquoiseb no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Wednesday, July 10, 2013 4:29 PM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Le Cafe des Affiches
   
  Here I am in Yet Another Cafe, this time a new one, in 
  new 'hood. It caught my eye when I was wandering around
  last night, as did the fact that it had free Wifi, so I
  decided to come back tonight and spend some time here
  at a table in front of it. 
  
  The cafe itself is not terribly crowded, which is a plus
  for me, but probably a bummer for the owners. I like it
  because, true to its name, its walls are covered with
  posters, from all eras of French poster art. I happen
  to own the originals of some of the copies on their
  walls, 

[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[authfriend]

Hey, Barbar, you never did tell us what SERIAL FARTHING
means. ;-)


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote:
 
  Thanks for these post Barry - I enjoy them.
 
 I enjoy writing them. If for no other reason, me rapping
 about enjoying my life while ignoring what they say about 
 me seems to piss of the Frightened Five more than anything 
 else I could do. :-)
 
 Just look at their response...in numbers, if nothing else.
 Judy's almost out of posts for the week, Ann's not far 
 behind, and I feel safe at guessing that neither of them
 have contributed anything but insults and attempts to get 
 people to argue with them all week. All while trying
 to hide their panic over the fact that fewer and fewer 
 people every week seem to be paying any attention to 
 anything they write. I mean, here it is Thursday morning 
 and I still have 30 posts to play with, and they only 
 have a handful between them. I think that speaks volumes 
 in terms of who is affecting whom, don't you?  :-)
 
 Judy and her small band of sycophants seem to *live* for
 this stuff, but increasingly lately the only people 
 they've got to talk to are each other. Almost no one else 
 even bothers to respond. Except Xeno, and he's laughing at
 them the whole time, and Share, who still foolishly
 gives a shit what any of them say about her. 
 
 I just find it fascinating -- and thus fascinating to
 comment on in my cafe raps from time to time -- that 
 this small band of narcissists don't seem to realize how
 much of themselves they give away by relating their
 *fantasies* here on FFL. Almost ALL of these fantasies
 seem to revolve around how much the words they've posted
 to this tiny, backwater cesspool in cyberspace have
 *affected* and *hurt* someone they don't like. Don't 
 take my word for this, just watch the trends for yourself.
 
 I find it all kinda sad, but then I'm perverse enough
 to have noticed the trend that the more I *don't* take 
 them seriously, and the more I *don't* respond to them
 directly, the crazier they seem to get and the earlier 
 in each week they post out. So that inspires me to 
 take them even less seriously than ever.  :-)
 
 The fallacy in their thinking, as far as I can tell, is
 that they actually seem to believe that people CARE what
 they think of them. That was Robin's biggest failing, 
 too, the guy they're so enamored of. They post tiny 
 insults, and enough of them that they often post out
 mid-week. He used to write these long, boring tomes 
 about the people he didn't like, and *he actually 
 expected the people he was ranting about to read them*,
 and to CARE what he thought of them. 
 
 THAT is their common failing, and why they can be so
 easily ignored. Their fantasies all revolve around the
 people they gang up on feeling BAD and being *affected*
 by the things they write. If enough people show them
 that nothing they say has any more effect that pissing
 into the wind, maybe in time they'll catch a clue and
 try to find something actually interesting to contribute.
 
 Maybe. Either that or they'll just keep doing the same
 old thing, writing to the imaginary audiences in their
 heads, as opposed to the real-life audience that is 
 largely ignoring them. But how long can that last? How
 long can they perpetuate their fantasies about how much
 they're affecting the people they don't like? How long
 can they keep that up? It's not as if someone could do 
 that for almost 20 years without catching a clue, is it?
 
 Oh. 
 
 Never mind.  :-)

[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[Ann]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, doctordumbass@... no_reply@... wrote:

 piss of???
 
 Strange guy, you. You have this perverse concept that someone is spiritually 
 advanced when they can be cursed at, while remaining dead inside, or at least 
 severely depressed. You need help. Any time you or anyone else insults me 
 without cause, it feels wrong and I will react.
 
 You have this warped idea that reacting to something like that makes a person 
 weak. Just the opposite, Einstein. To react is to stay alive,  to recognize 
 the wonder and goodness in the world. To remain in denial and emotional 
 death, as you do, is not spiritual. It is ignorance. 
 
 As usual, no extra charge for the truth, not that you'd recognize it if it 
 smacked you in the face.:-)
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote:
  
   Thanks for these post Barry - I enjoy them.
  
  I enjoy writing them. If for no other reason, me rapping
  about enjoying my life while ignoring what they say about 
  me seems to piss of the Frightened Five more than anything 
  else I could do. :-)

Jim, are you frightened? Barry seems to think we are. What do you think he 
thinks we are frightened of? Hey Jim, are you pissed off because he ignores 
you (even though most of his posts are about you and me and Ravi and Judy we 
can, for the sake of ARGUMENT(!!!) assume he is ignoring us, does this make you 
mad or do you just find yourself responding to him because of his insults and 
obvious distortion of what is really going on around him?

  
  Just look at their response...in numbers, if nothing else.
  Judy's almost out of posts for the week, Ann's not far 
  behind, 

(Let's see, with about 36 hours to go when Barry wrote his post I still had, 
give or take 16 posts, you had 28, Judy had 7 and Share had 15 (second highest 
post count of the week even though she's one of the good guys).

  and I feel safe at guessing that neither of them
  have contributed anything but insults and attempts to get 
  people to argue with them all week. All while trying
  to hide their panic over the fact that fewer and fewer 
  people every week seem to be paying any attention to 
  anything they write.

Panic, sheer panic. Let's see, even now I am responding to Barry's response to 
all of us. Are you panic-stricken Jim, because you don't seem panicked.

 I mean, here it is Thursday morning 
  and I still have 30 posts to play with, and they only 
  have a handful between them.

If we count Ravi (and we certainly should) Judy, Jim, Ann have a total of 
approximately 85 posts left. I wonder what kind of handful Barry is thinking 
of.


I think that speaks volumes 

Yes, I think Barry is correct here Jim. It speaks volumes about his imaginary 
world. Math doesn't lie (at least that is what my math teacher said).

  in terms of who is affecting whom, don't you?  :-)
  
  Judy and her small band of sycophants seem to *live* for
  this stuff, but increasingly lately the only people 
  they've got to talk to are each other. Almost no one else 
  even bothers to respond. Except Xeno, and he's laughing at
  them the whole time, and Share, who still foolishly
  gives a shit what any of them say about her. 

I am not yet convinced that Xeno laughs, I think I asked him the other day if 
he ever lets out a good old belly laugh or laughed so hard his scalp hurt. But 
maybe he is doubled over as I write this, tears streaming down his face, 
letting out an inadvertent cute little fart he is laughing so hard.

  
  I just find it fascinating -- and thus fascinating to
  comment on in my cafe raps from time to time 

Jim, he says time to time. I have noticed he mentions FFL every time he 
writes a cafe rap, or nearly.

-- that 
  this small band of narcissists don't seem to realize how
  much of themselves they give away by relating their
  *fantasies* here on FFL. Almost ALL of these fantasies
  seem to revolve around how much the words they've posted
  to this tiny, backwater cesspool in cyberspace have
  *affected* and *hurt* someone they don't like. Don't 
  take my word for this, just watch the trends for yourself.

Barry thinks other people other than the fearsome five are reading this Jim. 
Shall we allow him this indulgence?
  
  I find it all kinda sad, but then I'm perverse enough
  to have noticed the trend that the more I *don't* take 
  them seriously, and the more I *don't* respond to them
  directly, the crazier they seem to get and the earlier 
  in each week they post out. So that inspires me to 
  take them even less seriously than ever.  :-)

I think we should let him believe this too Doc or, as TS Eliot once so 
beautifully remarked, Humankind cannot bear very much reality. 
  
  The fallacy in their thinking, as far as I can tell, is
  that they actually seem to believe that people CARE what
  they think of them. That was Robin's biggest failing, 
  too, 

[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[authfriend]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:
(snip)
 Today was a *very* busy day at work, so I haven't
 checked out FFL since my last post, and haven't 
 missed it in the least. I didn't even bother to go
 back and catch up tonight when I sat here.

R-i-i-i-i-i-g-h-t.

Why Barry still thinks what he says will be believed
here is beyond me.

He claims he didn't read any of the posts in order to
deprive anyone who said anything bad about him of the
pleasure of imagining his rage and frustration in
reading them.

Ooops. Nope, they can still have that pleasure.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[Ann]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 Here I am in Yet Another Cafe, this time a new one, in 
 new 'hood. It caught my eye when I was wandering around
 last night, as did the fact that it had free Wifi, so I
 decided to come back tonight and spend some time here
 at a table in front of it. 
 
 The cafe itself is not terribly crowded, which is a plus
 for me, but probably a bummer for the owners. I like it
 because, true to its name, its walls are covered with
 posters, from all eras of French poster art. I happen
 to own the originals of some of the copies on their
 walls, from the late 1800s series Les Maitres de 
 l'Affiche and L'Estampes Modernes collections, so
 for me this is a little like being at home. 
 
 Except for the people passing by, that is. If I sit
 outside my house in Leiden, I am not nearly as likely
 to be entertained by a street performer juggling while
 balancing a large bowl of goldfish on his head. Or by
 women competing for the obviously coveted Who Can Wear
 The Shortest Skirt Award. 
 
 Or see hordes of tourists from all parts of the world
 walking by, gawking at all the shops, restaurants, 
 and cafes like this one, many adorned with people 
 sitting at tables like mine, also writing -- either
 in their paper notebooks, or on tablet computers or
 laptops. Guess I'm not the only person to gain some
 inspiration from people-watching. Hey, some people
 have weirder fascinations. 
 
 Today was a *very* busy day at work, so I haven't
 checked out FFL since my last post, and haven't 
 missed it in the least. I didn't even bother to go
 back and catch up tonight when I sat here. What's
 the point of doing that, after all? The people who
 talk *about* me are never going to say anything new,
 and the ones who actually talk *to* me haven't been
 posting much lately anyway.

Yes, excellent point and you are very savvy not to read the forum to which you 
contribute. I mean, no one really has anything very new, original or 
non-argumentative to say. It is best to leave them be, to stew in their own 
morass of ill will and repetitiveness. You definitely have figured out the key 
to existing and flourishing here at FFL, you with your rich, metropolitan 
lifestyle and devil-may-care attractive swagger. I wish I was you Barry, all 
suave and world-wise and lucky, lucky, lucky to be seated at this cozy French 
cafe just watching the world go by. I think I can not but envy you; my life is 
so drab in comparison.
 
 Meanwhile I get to sit here and just watch the crowds,
 relax after another Deadline Day, and really, really
 enjoy Paris At Its Best. Warm summer nights like this
 one are a delight. I get off on just watching everyone
 out and about, walking by. And if someone interesting 
 sits at the next tables, I'll probably get off on 
 chatting with them -- in English if need be, but if 
 not, I'll stumble through a conversation in one of 
 my many other not-quite-mastered languages. 

I had no idea you were near fluent in many languages. This is just one more 
feather in your cap and how I wish I, too, could converse with multiple 
cultures - comfortable in any language with complete strangers.
 
 And to think...somewhere out there in FFL Land, there
 are people who can only get off if they can entice
 other people into arguing with them.

I know, I have come to realize that I am surrounded by cretins and, not only 
that, I am one of them. I am turning over a new leaf; no more enticing, no more 
arguing. I am on a mission to become JUST LIKE YOU. Please enjoy some escargots 
and a baguette for me, if only I could be there with you. Have a wonderful 
evening.
 
 I somehow think I've got the better deal...

[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Cafe des Affiches

[turquoiseb]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote:

 Thanks for these post Barry - I enjoy them.

I enjoy writing them. If for no other reason, me rapping
about enjoying my life while ignoring what they say about 
me seems to piss of the Frightened Five more than anything 
else I could do. :-)

Just look at their response...in numbers, if nothing else.
Judy's almost out of posts for the week, Ann's not far 
behind, and I feel safe at guessing that neither of them
have contributed anything but insults and attempts to get 
people to argue with them all week. All while trying
to hide their panic over the fact that fewer and fewer 
people every week seem to be paying any attention to 
anything they write. I mean, here it is Thursday morning 
and I still have 30 posts to play with, and they only 
have a handful between them. I think that speaks volumes 
in terms of who is affecting whom, don't you?  :-)

Judy and her small band of sycophants seem to *live* for
this stuff, but increasingly lately the only people 
they've got to talk to are each other. Almost no one else 
even bothers to respond. Except Xeno, and he's laughing at
them the whole time, and Share, who still foolishly
gives a shit what any of them say about her. 

I just find it fascinating -- and thus fascinating to
comment on in my cafe raps from time to time -- that 
this small band of narcissists don't seem to realize how
much of themselves they give away by relating their
*fantasies* here on FFL. Almost ALL of these fantasies
seem to revolve around how much the words they've posted
to this tiny, backwater cesspool in cyberspace have
*affected* and *hurt* someone they don't like. Don't 
take my word for this, just watch the trends for yourself.

I find it all kinda sad, but then I'm perverse enough
to have noticed the trend that the more I *don't* take 
them seriously, and the more I *don't* respond to them
directly, the crazier they seem to get and the earlier 
in each week they post out. So that inspires me to 
take them even less seriously than ever.  :-)

The fallacy in their thinking, as far as I can tell, is
that they actually seem to believe that people CARE what
they think of them. That was Robin's biggest failing, 
too, the guy they're so enamored of. They post tiny 
insults, and enough of them that they often post out
mid-week. He used to write these long, boring tomes 
about the people he didn't like, and *he actually 
expected the people he was ranting about to read them*,
and to CARE what he thought of them. 

THAT is their common failing, and why they can be so
easily ignored. Their fantasies all revolve around the
people they gang up on feeling BAD and being *affected*
by the things they write. If enough people show them
that nothing they say has any more effect that pissing
into the wind, maybe in time they'll catch a clue and
try to find something actually interesting to contribute.

Maybe. Either that or they'll just keep doing the same
old thing, writing to the imaginary audiences in their
heads, as opposed to the real-life audience that is 
largely ignoring them. But how long can that last? How
long can they perpetuate their fantasies about how much
they're affecting the people they don't like? How long
can they keep that up? It's not as if someone could do 
that for almost 20 years without catching a clue, is it?

Oh. 

Never mind.  :-)

 
  From: turquoiseb no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Wednesday, July 10, 2013 4:29 PM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Le Cafe des Affiches
  
 Here I am in Yet Another Cafe, this time a new one, in 
 new 'hood. It caught my eye when I was wandering around
 last night, as did the fact that it had free Wifi, so I
 decided to come back tonight and spend some time here
 at a table in front of it. 
 
 The cafe itself is not terribly crowded, which is a plus
 for me, but probably a bummer for the owners. I like it
 because, true to its name, its walls are covered with
 posters, from all eras of French poster art. I happen
 to own the originals of some of the copies on their
 walls, from the late 1800s series Les Maitres de 
 l'Affiche and L'Estampes Modernes collections, so
 for me this is a little like being at home. 
 
 Except for the people passing by, that is. If I sit
 outside my house in Leiden, I am not nearly as likely
 to be entertained by a street performer juggling while
 balancing a large bowl of goldfish on his head. Or by
 women competing for the obviously coveted Who Can Wear
 The Shortest Skirt Award. 
 
 Or see hordes of tourists from all parts of the world
 walking by, gawking at all the shops, restaurants, 
 and cafes like this one, many adorned with people 
 sitting at tables like mine, also writing -- either
 in their paper notebooks, or on tablet computers or
 laptops. Guess I'm not the only person to gain some
 inspiration from people-watching. Hey, some people
 have weirder fascinations.