oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

repost from elsewhere, an american forum, the goblin's second introduction thread there, before it got locked too, and probably rightly so

"...now let's see, an attention span of one line, seeks excitement from others, really has nothing to show for his 4000 posts here, it's coming, now let me guess, got it, he's a shining example of the faults of the american educational system today then..." ventured the goblin,"...brilliant deduction there..." went the voice in the background, outside the snow had stopped but it was going nowhere fast, it was like in one's face, the goblin just continued "...well he's right I suppose, and perhaps I could start my posts with line like "and suddenly the window smashed, shots went out, batman hard landed onto the scene a little in front of the goblin, not a moment to soon it seemed, saying "fear not good citizens of this forum, xxxxx has actually read this far, so humanity is now safe once more..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...yes nothing then, for everything one ever does is trivial in comparison to the cosmos now, I mean what can anyone do which isn't trivial I wonder..." replied the goblin was being addressed here or whether the comment was rhetorical, adding "...ah no, just because one is responsible for something doesn't actually make it important in itself, where life just continues regardless of the individual here, so yes, the answer is I did nothing because all is so unimportant even if we pretend it to be otherwise, yes I think carlos castaneda coined it as controlled folly then, that one's life has to be lived, yes, but one mustn't lose oneself within it's smallness of, for the external was just this dailylife anyway..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...thanks..." replied the goblin, continuing "...honestly, I think that one has to veer on the side of selfish on forumland, as being selfless might sound better but it can't be sustained for long and just hides one form others, no, forumland is here to help one see oneself for who one really is, simply, the muse's pact goes honesty, a shared life, and a thick skin...", where somehow the goblin knew that anyone who writes, had to come to terms with that pact their own way, though the choice of how was both vast and simple, for in that in the end there wasn't really any choice at all, instead one simply wrote and wrote and wrote out of oneself whatever was in there one to begin with


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repost from elsewhere

"...so now..." the goblin started, by asking "...do you ever people-watch then, I mean if you write then suppose that one has no choice about it, just one sketches the people around one without their knowing it of course, that's how one gets an eye for detail, a tool in the trade so to speak...", yet the night was drowning the goblin in other thoughts at this point, while outside, the darkness had simply merged with the silence and the cold to form an eerie observing night, but the goblin's ghosts where not out there in the night, no they always chose this time to appear to him from nowhere, the short time before sleep that is, images of his past then, sighing "...an inquest of sorts, or an autopsy between us still, where nothing is really ever changed by it, just they haunt on in their passing before the land of nod takes over..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...well we all take our turns in winning here, yet we also see ourselves by what we post too, as posting mirrors one in one's posts much like a actions would reflect one in one's dailylife..." replied the goblin, adding "...a mirror then, and with enough of those reflections too one might see oneself clearly by it, yet, since one knows who one is in this dailylife if only because one has those real physical contours such as age, health, wealth and gender to keep reminding us of it in each moment, so no, the real question that remains is "who is the me on this inside here", where perhaps the answer to that question is what one actually wins here, but only if one keeps on posting that is, not that it needs to be on this "last post" thread now, but they do help it seems..."


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"mokay" the duke spat. He said "mmm, Ok." but it sounded like "moe kay". Reading the madman's... er goblin's script, the duke could see some value in posting in such an unconventional style of writing. "Why it could feasibly help me project my extensive, formidable vocabulary unto herds of the sullied, clamoring filth online." he said. The goblin was an odd one, in the duke's book... but evidence supports that he must be a creature capable of devising unique thoughts. Not able to send personal messages, the duke sought other ways to solicit the goblin for his participation in another thread, however briefly. The duke was confident... arrogant as most dukes are wont to be.

post for post. :beatnik:
http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=486207&f=315

 

("...I've given you a post there and I hope it works out for you too..." mentioned the goblin welcoming the duke to here now, adding "...we're livewriters, where our number is growing and not just upon this forum alone but this is not roleplaying here, for we use a persona to fill in the image gap towards the reader where otherwise the reader would be left with an uncomfortable blanc of an unspecified persona who writes this...", so rollplaying was playing a roll and then returning to oneself afterwards, whereas livewriting was often but not always a loose association between an image and its author, adding "...you'll meet the mouse and the chameleon soon enough where no doubt you'll remember their persona instantaneously though their username will not be retained so readily...")

 

Ah! The goblin appreciates good art... and safe houses.

 

("...most of all I appreciate good company..." smiled the goblin happy to chat)

repost from elsewhere, helping a new site

"...well, I think you have to turn that on its head a bit..." replied the goblin, continuing "...that's because times have changed and most members are admins in their own right, even if they're still clinging to the idea that other people will turn up, but real admins don't do their forums solely for other members at all, they do their forum for themselves as a storeroom, or reference book, snap book even, simply you have to create yourself on this forum, forgetting members that is, then if they turn up it's a plus for your forum but remember, there are more and more forums chasing less and less members now...", just the goblin was a longstanding member of many forums, though nothing relating to this topic here, and he had been saddened by the number of admin who had given up through lack on interest from other members, adding "...so what can you store here I wonder, simply collect together everything you like as that way other members might relate if they come but even if not you'll still have a forum worth keeping..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...I forget that I'm often dealings with hot headed younger people in forumland, whereas with older posters the blood does rush to the head so quickly, simply a persona is accepted by someone older, if only because behind one's guise one can be more honest, so perhaps the older one gets the more one is acting anyway, acting in one's dailylife mask then, needed because there is no actual independence in dailylife, none, because once one has bought into society then that society now owns one outright, yet behind one's mask there is always one's secrecy, or at least a gap between that which one shows on the outside and that which one thinks and feels on the inside...", simply the goblin was pointing out that the persona was the personification of the alter-ego behind it, a virtual mask in other words, whereas in dailylife one wore a real mask instead but a mask all the same


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin doing a welcome, written in winter

"...why thank you my good human, if I may so bold as to call you one that is..." replied the goblin once more, while outside the snow storm had subsided enough to let the minions of the moneygod continue their endless endeavors in this beloved city of affluence "Geneva & co", and well into this then dressed like a rather oldish teletubby armed with his laptop and under the influence of caffeine, the lone goblin readied himself, without much relish mind you, for yet another tromp to the bank, read withdrawals here, the post office, read pay one's tithes then, and the bistro, read lick one's wounds and drown sorrows in more coffee, so he hits upon singing "...we're off to see the blizzard, the wonderful blizzard that was, that was, that was because, tralala...", exits, only to take one foot outside the door and is simply buried in snow, where surfacing some distance further down the street, in fact at the bistro no less, retorts aloud "...never mind your silly "secret of fire" humans, just tell me how anyone remains sane in all this dailylife where I will let you live if you do..."


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Now that one has such a fish eye lens effect that it's annoying. It might work were it not so muted in contrast.

 

("...easy, find me the pic that you feels fits better..." suggested the goblin part agreeing part understanding that it wasn't one of the easy texts to picture here where most text were hard to match, smiling "...inka essenhigh is the artist where I've used some of her pics before...")

repost from elsewhere, just sharing

the goblin just wished here express his heartfelt sympathy over the loss the telephone, who, when it had been working, had always been a happy telephone, joyous and friendly to everyone, adding "...but know this, that however bad this loss is for us now, and yes, this telephone will be sorely missed by both friends and telephones alike, it has, after all, gone to a better place from here and is at peace now, so join me then, let us hold our breath in silence and contemplation for this short moment for the loss of xxxxx's telephone now..., ..."


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repost from elsewhere, a reply to a PM

"....nor me, I can't control my writing habit I suppose..." replied the goblin laughing too, adding "...and yet when all is said and done, all this only has to please one person, the one who has to then live with what one has written...", outside though, in the morning darkness the busily falling snow bore little resemblance to anything that those prophets of global warming had predicted, while inside the bistro too, the ever so at his desk goblin felt rather envious of the other members of his family who could indulge in morning slumbers, so the goblin simply set upon replying to each notification again, "...ah yes, very interesting indeed the curse of the ageing goblin no less..." went the voice of the family anthropologist in the background, adding "...you just need to get a life goblin, to get out and about a bit more, to see the world then, live, and for peats sake do stop replying to each and every notification...", while the anthropologist ticked off his notes at this point as if contradicting himself by his constant revision of them, so the goblin looked back, saying "...nah, no time to relax now, if I don't fight this old age, I'll just be old in no time..." and then the goblin lightened off a bit by saying "...well at least, I won't compromise myself to this forumland, for if somewhere doesn't work out for me, I'll just move on politely, after all there are more forums on forumland than those snow flakes falling outside...", and with that, the goblin then understood once more why he had to live with whatever he had half written here, yet the sky still snowed away as if nothing was ever changed by what the goblin wrote, and of course nothing was changed by it, instead everything was merely measured within him by those writings then, rather like someone walking across that falling snow leaving their footprints in their wake, just his writing perhaps, footprints even


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repost from elsewhere, the "what are you thinking" thread

the goblin was thinking upon this growing debt again that was overtaking the system by turning most people into fighters out for their own survival rather than having families, that job trust in light of this looming demographic upside-down pyramid, was fast becoming something discredited, "...somewhat understandable though, where people live longer having fewer children too, for the resulting demographic equation is obvious..." ventured the goblin continuing "...and yet most people still want things as they were before, as do the money markets too, propped along by ourdearmedia where they place such faith in green shoots, and turnarounds but the equation just laughs at them still as the fundamentals remain unchecked and continue in their downward turn...", strangely, in writing this post now, the goblin had suddenly remembered an observation he had made almost thirty years ago, recounting "...it was a simple conjecture on my part, that in a communist system finances were its undoing, whereas in a capitalist one demographics were, and yet, at that time, I was only really sure about the former, but sadly I now live in an age where the latter too is self-evident now, just ours is to witness I suppose..."


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin

where the goblin too always seemed to survive those who tried either to imprison him in some section or ban him outright, explaining "...you see, try as they may there's always another copy of my posts elsewhere...", so the goblin came clean, continuing "...well, I imagine that you see this post, as a post on a thread here amongst the many other threads upon this forum, which it is perfectly true of course, yet it can also be seen as another post in its genre across umpteen forum venues that I frequent too, simply I am both fickle and selfish towards forums because there is never any permanence to them, and more importantly too, the point of this endeavor is never winning against unknowns here, it's how can to keeps one's writing up through the years preferably with them intact too...", so the goblin simply confessed that he couldn't write for himself off line, so he used these edit/random threads to coax himself into writing by simply playing to the crowd, the reader in this case, concluding "...in fact, being both selfish and fickle are probably the two commonest traits on forumland, just that most people either don't notice, or they won't openly admit it to themselves, but I'm anonymous so my being selfish now is just my being honest here, and my being fickle is just me being discerning towards a transient where one is transient too...", where however long was never long enough in the end


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repost from elsewhere, the "what are you thinking" thread

well, for one example then, the goblin was now thinking of the government's pension system and equating it to that illegal pilot game again, where the newer members simply paid in their dues to the older ones there, and seeing that, like that game then, it was only really sustainable as long as new members kept joining in, though eventually though the pyramid would collapse if and where the receivers grew to outnumber payers as in the case of an ageing populations of most nation states, so the question for the goblin now was simply one of how to word his thoughts a in a way that was both amusing and clear, saying "...in fact, no idea is actually new in itself, nor is it really one's own idea either, as ideas are just inanimate concepts that anyone can hit upon with a bit of thought..." he paused, looking over what he had said, then continued "...no only that, in wording out any idea in my own way, the idea becomes both me and mine to me, doesn't it...", just it was as if the goblin followed the path of his thoughts with his pen now, and, regardless of what he actually wrote, where it only returned him to his the journey to self each time


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin always appreciated this forum then, saying "...just I need to be near people where I am not fighting at this point but I'll go back into the fray later...", simply today too, the goblin had got himself banned again, explaining ",...sometimes the temptation to play "swot the bot" upon landing somewhere threads is just too great, sometimes it's just what I am that's not accepted...", in fact, the goblin was never rude, and helped anyone who wished to write, only that it was his journey to self here where it seemed somehow to be paved with felled bots now, saying "...and the shame of it all, where I am so gentle by nature..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...simple..." replied the goblin, continuing "...one soon learns that most things in this life are either mere distractions or obligations, I mean in the ed all that one actually has of oneself are one's thoughts and feelings, where one's health, one's wealth, family and friends are not promised to one at all, only that this life is merely assumption of certainty is it not, but this fact really sinks in through the pain of losing someone quite unexpectedly, then one realizes the truth that nobody actually has any more life than anyone else, meaning it's time to put everything into one's posts while one still has that time to do so, for this life is not twice..."


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repost from elsewhere

what a beautiful place forumland is turning out to be, felt the goblin, who was dealing with so many consecutive threads at once now, saying "...well this is exactly why my dailylife is a thief, and why one's journey to self here is no game at all, no, other people's deaths should make one reappraise one's priorities a bit, and yet, time and again, one delays that appraisal for those more pressing matters of dailylife because one's dailylife continues around one in distraction, what of it, well I hope that posting, which is facing this slot here, grows an awareness in all of us that everything is a mere assumption of certainty, that life is ever momentary owing us nothing...", in fact, gnostics didn't pray, nor would the goblin for that matter, but his mind was focused on the big picture still and he wouldn't let it pass without looking upon the importance of it, saying "...both birth and death are two very thin moments are they not, reminding one that something wonderful is ever close at hand, no, nothing to actually believe in, yet everything to know about, surely one's journey to self is not some set religion, it's just a evident result from feeding the slot like this, that of facing oneself in posts and of seeing what comes out of it, just a journey to self in posts then...", "...wait, they'll suspect you're mad now goblin..." went those voices in the background once more, "...and as if they didn't know that much already then..." replied the goblin, adding "...but at least now they'll know why I continue this journey in my madness..."


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