What Do You Have Mixed Feelings About Today?

[infinite monkey]

Well now there are six.

Do you think I'm being stalked?

[anonymous]

Hi. Do you think Infi's being stalked? Because that's a bad move.

Infi has friends in high places. Infi is infinite. Infi can put the smack down on you.


What?

[ZenGum]

Infi ... WOT CLOD SAID!

Cat photo + sob story + request for money = being manipulative psycho stalker user leech parasite.

I hope you have changed your locks. If you ever gave him a key, he probably had it copied.

Now go change the locks on your head and your heart so he can't sneak back in there. He obviously knows you and how to butter you up.

Not a good person. Avoid.

[TheMercenary]

I have mixed feelings about my mixer and just how it goes about combining all of those ingredients and in what order they are actually combined, on a molecular level.

[Clodfobble]

Originally Posted by infinite monkey

I know, right? No wonder I'm jealous of her.

Oh no way, do not be. You know your teeth? It seems my daughter has them too. We just found out she's got 3 more cavities, including one under a sealant, because she's just that talented. This time she's going fully under, and the dentist said he's going to seal the shit out of all of them, give her dentures of solid polymer.

[footfootfoot]

*really admiring Clodfobble's wisdom and insight right now despite her daughter's dental cavitation*

[Clodfobble]

It does not take wisdom to see that Homeless Guy is an asshole, and to swear and make bodily threats to him. I just happened to get to the thread first. I was actually feeling kind of embarrassed after my post last night because I was irritated at something else and thought maybe the aggression was kind of uncalled-for, though I do still believe wholeheartedly in the sentiment. I seriously do not understand this starstruck thing you guys have going on.

[glatt]

Originally Posted by Clodfobble

I seriously do not understand this starstruck thing you guys have going on.

I suspect that when it comes to posting, you don't swing unless you know you're going to hit it. So your hit/miss ratio is pretty good. But you are aware of all the reject thoughts that you never post, so your view of yourself is clouded (tempered? more based in reality? not sure which word to use here) by those reject thoughts.

Or maybe you're just modest too.

[Clodfobble]

Well, that's true. It's not just thoughts, either, at least 25% of the time I actually type stuff into the reply box and then change my mind and don't post it. I don't know how often other people do that, except Flint once mentioned that he does it all the time too. It takes me 30 minutes to write one little email, because I edit and edit until it's exactly the way I want. I've always been terrified of looking like an idiot, and when people praise me too much I start to think that they're actually just making fun of me.

[footfootfoot]

Shit. She's on to us.

[classicman]

Originally Posted by Clodfobble

at least 25% of the time I actually type stuff into the reply box and then change my mind and don't post it. It takes me 30 minutes to write one little email, because I edit and edit until it's exactly the way I want.

If only I could manage to do that... you all would be a lot happier

[BigV]

We're not making fun of you.

[footfootfoot]

Originally Posted by BigV

We're not making fun of you.

We're not laughing at you, we're laughing near you.

[Undertoad]

I delete about 10% of my posts. Sometimes I realize that I'm just posting for my own sake and not really adding anything to the discussion. This happens more often in the outside world, than here in the Cellar. A lot of comments sections are just shit right now.

[Flint]

Originally Posted by Clodfobble

It takes me 30 minutes to write one little email, because I edit and edit until it's exactly the way I want. I've always been terrified of looking like an idiot, and when people praise me too much I start to think that they're actually just making fun of me.

This.

My recipe for achieving excellence.



With a small side order of bone-crushing self doubt.