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...talking to the doc again...

Jats chuckles seeing that "...ah good, the doc is in then..." Jats finds his hat on the back of the sofa, puts the kettle on for a brew and so grabs an hours sofa time being just back now, knackered, and having been a little brain dead all day, just going through the motions, though nice enough all the same "...must say Mort your posts are coming along, and I wonder if you weren't Mort and you chose to be someone else elsewhere how then those same posts would be received, elsewhere, for you are saving them I hope, like I suggested..." grins the chameleon at coming over all goblin like for a moment "...but nice quote that and indeed, or perhaps not, yes it's nice to vent, and so where better then than on forumland, anonymously, where it's safe, for it's only then one sees on the page ones self staring back, but that's not the difficult bit, nope the hard bit is living up to it in daily life then..." comments Jats with a grin while simultaneously editing some old posts "...no nothing to worry about for me now, all I ever said I wanted was a good woman and a good truck, and I still have that. A house is just a fucking house, though I'll miss the little cottage by the canal every time I see it mentioned in my posts then, ah yes I know myself doc... I'm just a sucker for a cute smile and a nice ass..." Jats laughs to himself, thanks the nice chameleon for his help, and hits the shower then, just in case

 

"...c'mon now BD, you know I don't do pm's, as a rule, even though that's where all the action really takes place, as we know..." chuckles Jats while going off to pour himself a cold one then to kill a bit of time with the slot while waiting for the missus to turn up in her yoga pants with nibbles and treats "...no I do posts instead, and say things like; why did we get so hung up on bricks? Bricks everywhere. All living behind bricks. What about wood, canvas, a bit of the old wild west, a camper, and working while you do, with a trade you can take anywhere, more or less, and what's made that possible again..." conjectures Jats seeing this post take it's course now from dailylife to forumland and back again "...why the internet of course, where you don't need bricks now for anything, it has freed you to go wherever you please..." smiles Jats staring out of the window and thinking on his escape plans some more "...so it's no wonder the gubment is so desperately trying to monitor it and thereby control it, for our own good of course, to save us from the terrorists and the paedophiles, they don't want you to be free, no they want you to be trapped by fear forever and ever..." whispers Jats gently while making another cup of tea now and then adding here "...to live without ones fears holding one back... wouldn't that be wonderful hey..."



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butt fear is a choice

 

"I've been up to my unusual self as usual jats, and behold, I have seen your post already!" he winked. "Some would mow our meadows. Some really do believe everything is best in moderation. Your understanding is garnered no matter whose guarded regard falls short of it. We remain unedited..." Dejavu knew the live ones had to stick together to stick around, for they were all solitaries and wanted danger for their strength and laughter. "I'm ready to know us, and I do, not just our works and days... I'm ready to admit, and do, that everything is real! The 'real' world is the history of an error, so no harm in forseeing the burgeoning of the imagination..." he smiled, wondering if jats had shot his recent field of colour.

 

...that made my day, almost as good as visiting a wildflower meadow I had planted four months ago, and only seeing it for the first time today... but that's another post. So show me what you been up to then dejavu, tell me what you have seen already... meanwhile, here's me being understanding elsewhere...

"...and then you go and spoil it all... by making my point even clearer..." chuckles Jats barely awake and shaking his head having half expected this "...yet my reply was met with a witty succinct response of 'Beep Beep' from the OP which told me that they had indeed got the point of my little story, whereas your edit now makes no sense at all in context, other than just another example for me to toy with, where we ask once again what is 'livewriting' then? Is this reply livewriting too, or just a reply, same as usual..." ponders Jats rubbing his hairy chin to the beat of a short burst of hiccups that has come from nowhere "...and like I had said, the Op in question was guilty of 'livewriting' too, if you ask me, even if he didn't know it, as are many others now including you on occasion, so best have a care with those precedents is all I am saying then, as my way of understanding..." the chameleon giggles while adding a picture for illustration purposes and as a way of finding it again should the time come to repost it before saving it, and filing it, all totally unedited of course "...oh and see, no one edits me..."

 

(whereupon the goblin was happy that he can turn his laptop upsidedown, saying "...glad I'm not using a desktop now, don't know if I can keep me head upsidedown for long...")

 

"...is it alive, is it dead..." wonders Jats chuckling to his self in the bright morning warming of the sun from the early chill now "...post update gremlins perhaps, still..." for Jats had seen many forums come and go and grow with pains and creaks such as this "...just as well I save every single post then isn't it..." smiles the chameleon playing his favourite game of 'I told you so' "...and so we can easily start again, especially as I am HOT now I see..." Jats chuckles again choosing the trousers and not the shorts today though and stepping out amongst the humans to see if his hot streak continues then

 

"...is it alive, is it dead..." wonders Jats chuckling to his self in the bright morning warming of the sun from the early chill now "...post update gremlins perhaps, still..." for Jats had seen many forums come and go and grow with pains and creaks such as this "...just as well I save every single post then isn't it..." smiles the chameleon playing his favourite game of 'I told you so' "...and so we can easily start again, especially as I am HOT now I see..." Jats chuckles again choosing the trousers and not the shorts today though and stepping out amongst the humans to see if his hot streak continues then

 

...well double posting still works...

 

Jats re-enters then "...just a thread for random stuff where if you can't find the right thread just stick it in here then, where we will be waiting, the chameleon and me, with a few jokes, some tales, a smattering of intellectualism, poetry and philosophy, just random see, and where anything is possible..."

 

...a repost then from elsewhere, where they improved the forum and lost a lot of stuff in the process...

"...so, has anyone ever simply asked what this plan is then for the new much improved forum other than just bearing witness to the growing outcome here where of course I will keep you company along the way on this emotional journey..." promises Jats nodding "...though it's understandable to be upset when one has posted so much of oneself only to find suddenly it is all gone, just a fading memory lost in the archives along with xxxxx's history stuff where one has to essentially start all over, until it's hardly worth the effort, specially if nothing of you was really worth saving while wasting all that time then ..." chuckles Jats who has just warned the missus once again to 'leave the fucking junk draw alone BITCH' and still bristling at the thought of losing all that good stuff in there that will come in handy one day and where Jats just knows he will end up with a shed , or some kind of sanctuary to hide everything from her OCD "...no change is inevitable, and as I have said before forums come and go, threads dissapear, mods go on power trips, upgrades sometimes go down, yet if you see forumland as just one big forum then you have nothing to fear other than being the last poster left standing, as eventually all there will be is millions of forums with only mods on them and no one to mod as humans do what humans do then..." where the chameleon will just shrug and say 'I told you so' again

 

I hate when someone say to cut something on. If there is any cutting involved it should only be off as a result.

 

("...good to see we're all still here, still at it then..." went the goblin looking out at the rain in a year where the weather had turned much of continental europe into could only be termed as british then, adding "...the posts look good too, but I never thought I'd be wondering where the sun went like this, but the good side of this is that it's not too hot neither...")

 

"Preserves are good for the times when living is not fresh or ripe, I prefer fruit with the daily headlines," proclaimed thedope. "A thing missing is a thing without a memory of where it is. A perceived lack or decline of utility reflects a reluctance to keep up with practice but that can be expected if we conceive our selves in decline. Our relationships never end donning fashions in memory as I remember what you wore that night, they only wax and wane in relative importance to what is dear to you in this moment. There is no new forum but ever the essential quorum of you and I and our creaturehood although this is commonly forgotten for the allure of some shiny thing. To remember what where who or why is to selectively forget seeking outside yourself. What good is the memory of where a thing can't be found except to keep you from repeatedly looking there? There is no empirical antecedent for correct placement being here and now."

 

...yes all is well then here then, dunno what all the fuss was about, and a post from thedope too to make my night... a repost then...

"...as I settle down to watch a film I have been meaning to watch that I have just stolen now, I wonder of life before these modern tools to do the same old thing that humans do, and would still, and for sure I can see the appeal of these shiny things that keep us 'connected' being a self confessed ex gadget freak, yet, as I move into my Luddite years I am coping perfectly fine without an I-thing in sight and am probably the only person in my town without a gigantic flat screen TV, seeing perfectly well the same propaganda on the ones I got for free, so I think I will let evolution continue without me from now on, or am I just evolving to my needs then..." as Jats stretches out on the sofa to learn how it all started then

 

("...what's a television then..." half joked the goblin knowing it was there in the room still, pride of place too, but that none of his family, nor himself neither, ever viewed it, saying "...it's demise is speeded up by its outdated mindset, where either way the internet shows them up, and where the individual becomes too savvy to remain viewing that plurality of sameness on behest of its paymasters, almost to the point where the only protest left the individual is to quietly turn one's back to it...", in fact, the goblin should be thanking the news channals for turning television into ourdearmedia today, saying "...truth is that the "made for television" news is so appalling that it just forces one to find out for oneself...")

 

"...well I have done my bit here, all yours flea..." chuckles Jats exhausted from building the tipi canopy all glorious day and enjoying a night cap now while lying in his boxers, snug as a bug then now, as the chameleon looks for that adieu post to end on as always "...yes I've always felt limited here in this back-room hideaway we were put in, when it's such a huge forum and riddled with trolls I bet, although marvellous content here and some writers here for sure, keep it up you lot, it has been a joy and see you on forumland perhaps..." smiles Jats nodding and promising to come lend a hand if need be, for as flea well knows by now, Jats is nothing but a man of his word then "...anyway, here it is, and that's how you do it then..." bows the chameleon and continuing his journey onwards