I do wonder if he has a sense of humor, maybe he would find it amusing to see his likeness being profiled here. He does seem to be a bit of a Ann's ass kisser type though, not on par with Edutcher though.
It is funny how people who cut each up can come here and have some fun.
I got into a fist fight with a guy who I worked with. We were both in our late 20s at the time. I was being a major asshole, and knew I was turning up the heat to the boiling point. Even was wagging my finger in his face. He grabbed it and I sucker punched him. (Being left-handed is handy at times.)
We ended up being great buddies. We played in a band together and he asked me if he could record/produce some of my music.
Whoa, aren't we an exclusive bunch. Society may have had their 400, the club has 700, but they are totally promiscuous compared to this place - 100 max. We are "special" that way.
When I moved to the new neighborhood I was 12. Needless to say it was pretty traumatic. Since I was the new kid on the block I had to be tested. Now here's the interesting thing. I can't even remember what led to the first confrontation, I think I was in the driveway of our house. This driveway was at the back of the house and the kids who threatened me, 3 of them if I recall, lived across the street. Literally steps away. Anyway, they cornered me in this driveway. I was backed up against the garage. And I think that's what did it. Instead of being able to think about escape I just lashed out at the biggest of the three, the pure rage reaction of a cornered animal. Anyway I gave as good as I got and because none of us were really tough the fight was over in less than a minute. But here's the interesting thing: that fight cemented my place in the neighborhood. The kid I hit in pure lashing out rage, Bob Marotta, became my best friend. And the fight was totally over, in the past, never spoken of again.
But if you talk about what's happening on the Althouse blog, I will generally not know what you're talking about.
I'm in the same boat. Some references the other day prompted me to go over and try to see what was going on, but I couldn't seem to find what was being talked about. I did notice that not one post looked interesting enough to bother with. The place is run down. The few comments I read were shallow. The place honestly reminds me of Little Green Footballs just before Chuckles went off the deep end.
I am concerned that Lord Voldemort will find us now that people are tossing that name about freely.
I think that the ratio to readers and commenter is about twenty commenters to one hundred readers so we are right in the ballpark. Many of the people who asked to join specificly said they never comment.
I am not afraid to mention Althouse but like you Tim I don't go by there that much anymore. What happens is people email me stuff that happens there all the time. That is because all of the readers of the blog have one of my emails so they prefer to communicate that way.
It is quite interesting the things that some people find important. Just sayn'
Speaking as someone who still comments there--although at a diminished rate--what strikes me is how much people talk past each other there. Here there is real interaction, which makes it more like the neighborhood bar and less like the local courthouse.
The loss of humor as a social lubricant has hurt TOP a lot, IMO.
Not only the loss of humor, Chip - though that is certainly lost over there except for one form of cynical, sarcastic humor, but the loss of a sense of community. That's what I see missing, anyway.
Althouse was at its best when there was a lot of mutual respect among the commenting community, and people did mostly talk *to* each other rather than past each other.
I love hearing stories about all our kids and grandkids, at the Althouse blog it became scary to mention one's kids.
Some folks are protective of their kids identities and safety on the internets and rightfully so, but being in a private group it sets up a more comfortable and intimate scenario.
Keep the stories and updates on family goings on coming, it's one of the things that makes Troopers neighborhood so friendly.
Just like that song, "getting to know you, getting to know all about you", it's what keeps a comment section at a long standing blog alive, when we see each other in a more personal way.
When it came to it, nd, they proved completely humorless.
On my old blog, before the blow-up over my son (you missed ALL the fun mentioning your kids, Allie), I put up a few posts kidding and ribbing our Dangerous Duo.
One, for example, was a Goth makeover for Althouse, borrowed from the amusing Siouxsielaw blog. Siouxsie, a lawyer herself, seemed to like and respect Althouse, but both she and I were not above having a little fun with the Althousian image.
Another lampooned a cloying kissy-face picture of A and M with a still out of "Pandora's Box," the 1928 Louise Brooks version of the Lulu story. (talk about tales of tragic love)
I made no effort to hide those posts and others from Madam herself, thinking she might find them amusing. They were the kind of ribbing you might expect among friends or at least friendly people with a sense of humor.
But after I announced I was leaving blogging because of the abuse my son was subjected to on the Althouse blog, Madam and/or Hubby pored over my blog, looking for everything labelled "Althouse." Voldemort himself launched into the absent me on this very blog, accusing ol' Theo of spreading "innuendos" and of other Crimes Against Her Very Self.
You've got to be kidding. I thought the things I put up were lighthearted fun.
But not to the terminally self-righteous from Grim Center, USA.
I announced I was leaving blogging because of the abuse my son was subjected to on the Althouse blog, Madam and/or Hubby pored over my blog, looking for everything labelled "Althouse.
I don't remember anything about your son being subjected. Must have missed that, but if so that's just wrong.
BTW: Kudos on using "pored" correctly instead of poured.
I received some very nice questioning comments on my blog from a couple of Althouse regulars as to whether I was OK. I was very touched!
To think that someone missed me and thought about me in anonymous internet land.
Althouse is a narcissistic personality who has an inflated sense of her own importance and abilities. Actually, all healthy people are somewhat narcissistic to some minor extent. Her blog is a way to express those tendencies, which have gotten worse since hooking up with the controlling Meade personality.
Without getting too seriously metaphysical on you guys: She is a Capricorn (as am I) and as such tend to be too serious about things. If I have my bets...Meade is probably an Aries. Bad combo.
I occaisonaly look at the blog to see if there are any interesting posts and good commenter interactions. The commenting and superb quality of commenters was what interested me in the first place. Lately, Althouse has been interacting in the comment section....something she wouldn't "lower" herself to do previously.
I think she senses the sucking vacuum that her blog is becoming.
I'm a Capricorn too DBQ, but I DO NOT fit that sign, I think my mother must've lied for some strange reason. I suspect I was really born in December and am a Sagittarius.
But I don't really believe in astrology, fun as it is.
I agree with your sense that it is Meade that is controlling. I think Althouse may be "under the weather" often enough that he gets the chance to take the reigns away from her on those occasions, but hey what do I know? It's none of my business really.
I don't buy into astrology, but the timing of one's birth does have significance. People born in spring have a higher chance of developing allergies. Why is that? There's a lot of stuff we don't understand. I don't think I'm an asshole full of bullshit because I'm a Taurus.
@chick, That's hilarious. We used to own two forest green Taurus station wagons. You know you're old and domesticated when station wagons are your dream cars.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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He scares me.
I know.
Thanks for the photo you sent me of when he went to your house to get you to vote for Romney in the Wisconsin primary.
Can't we just talk about boobs instead? What's with all the Althouse nostalgia?
Altwho?
Alt-ho?
Hey, how come it's so easy to double comments all of the sudden?
Allie Oop said...
He scares me.
On a scale of 1 to MamaM, where does Machos rank?
About a week or so ago Palladian said (paraphrasing) "I think Seven Nachos is a lawyer. I think that's why he can be an asshole."
I think I ran afowl of him once or twice but we mostly ignored each other.
He did unspeakable things to my little Teddy, my sweet little dog never recovered.
MamaM scares me worse.
She carries a big cock with long sharp claws.
Penny is scary. I used to like Penny and would always try to be nice to her. She changed though for the nasty.
So are you saying Penny is MamaM?
No no! Not at all.
I think MamaM is OK.
Your not scary Chickie, you're just a little royal clucker, lol.
I realize that that is controvesial here. But others adore people I came to dislike.
Ohhhh, I thought you were outing MamaM, well never mind then.
It is not nostalgia. I just found a treasure trove of Seven Macho's photos.
A lot of my posts are photo driven. Just sayn'
I assume there was something that drove this thread. I really don't want to dig around to figure out what. TOP is tedious.
One of the things that drove me away from that place was how angry everybody was all the freakin' time. Stupid angry.
That's boring.
I just like to find crazy photos and riff off of them.
Since we can have the same frame of reference about some of them I don't
mind hitting old themes.
It is funny how people who cut each up can come here and have some fun.
Just sayn'
Uh oh, are you going to invite Seven Nachos over here?
I do wonder if he has a sense of humor, maybe he would find it amusing to see his likeness being profiled here. He does seem to be a bit of a Ann's ass kisser type though, not on par with Edutcher though.
It is funny how people who cut each up can come here and have some fun.
I got into a fist fight with a guy who I worked with. We were both in our late 20s at the time. I was being a major asshole, and knew I was turning up the heat to the boiling point. Even was wagging my finger in his face. He grabbed it and I sucker punched him. (Being left-handed is handy at times.)
We ended up being great buddies. We played in a band together and he asked me if he could record/produce some of my music.
We never mentioned the fight ever.
No I am not inviting him Allie. He did not ask and I am almost at the limit already of 100 viewers.
Like I said, I just found some funny Seven Macho photos.
You can mock someone when he doesn't even know it.
That's what made America great.
Whoa, aren't we an exclusive bunch. Society may have had their 400, the club has 700, but they are totally promiscuous compared to this place - 100 max. We are "special" that way.
blake said...
One of the things that drove me away from that place was how angry everybody was all the freakin' time. Stupid angry.
That's boring.
Sometimes I think that's the raisin de twa or however you spell it for that place.
There were the 300 Spartans.
If close to 100 people listen in here, how only about a dozen or so chime in?
When I moved to the new neighborhood I was 12. Needless to say it was pretty traumatic. Since I was the new kid on the block I had to be tested. Now here's the interesting thing. I can't even remember what led to the first confrontation, I think I was in the driveway of our house. This driveway was at the back of the house and the kids who threatened me, 3 of them if I recall, lived across the street. Literally steps away. Anyway, they cornered me in this driveway. I was backed up against the garage. And I think that's what did it. Instead of being able to think about escape I just lashed out at the biggest of the three, the pure rage reaction of a cornered animal. Anyway I gave as good as I got and because none of us were really tough the fight was over in less than a minute. But here's the interesting thing: that fight cemented my place in the neighborhood. The kid I hit in pure lashing out rage, Bob Marotta, became my best friend. And the fight was totally over, in the past, never spoken of again.
They dwell in the shadows, creep along the walls, they take pleasure in our pain, they are creatures of the underwebs, they are the lurkers.
They are the un-Fred.
Damn, I hate this. I had no idea y'all were commenting here.
Seven didn't used to be all bile all the time.
It's true we all have the same frame of reference, but I think the cutsie avoidance of the a-word is a bit old, don't you?
Hey, it's a private blog now.
I don't have to use German as a ploy to attempt to be semi-private, and we don't have to pretend Althouse doesn't exist, either.
I'll say it out loud:
Althouse.
*Althouse*
ALTHOUSE!
There.
It's not like we're vampires, and she's the sunlight.
Quite the opposite.
I think there's something wrong with Althouse.
Seriously wrong.
I could speculate, but I'm burnt out thinking about the deterioration, or worse, of people my/Althouse's age. I really am.
I have dear, old friends, living and dead, I'd rather think about.
I don't want to think about her any more, so I avoid her blog.
Oh, I look at it once or twice a month, about as much as I look at any number of old, random blogs.
But that's it.
You can do whatever you want. Doesn't bother me.
But if you talk about what's happening on the Althouse blog, I will generally not know what you're talking about.
Which may be okay, too.
Aw damn, now her name has been said three times. Gonna be all Beetlejuice all up in here!
Though I know I should be wary, I venture someplace scary!
But if you talk about what's happening on the Althouse blog, I will generally not know what you're talking about.
I'm in the same boat. Some references the other day prompted me to go over and try to see what was going on, but I couldn't seem to find what was being talked about. I did notice that not one post looked interesting enough to bother with. The place is run down. The few comments I read were shallow. The place honestly reminds me of Little Green Footballs just before Chuckles went off the deep end.
I am concerned that Lord Voldemort will find us now that people are tossing that name about freely.
"TOP" is a lot easier to type.
Of course, I put periods after each letter to make sure nobody mistakes it for a reference to Cole Porter.
That may not be a real big problem, now that I think about it.
I think that the ratio to readers and commenter is about twenty commenters to one hundred readers so we are right in the ballpark. Many of the people who asked to join specificly said they never comment.
I am not afraid to mention Althouse but like you Tim I don't go by there that much anymore. What happens is people email me stuff that happens there all the time. That is because all of the readers of the blog have one of my emails so they prefer to communicate that way.
It is quite interesting the things that some people find important. Just sayn'
I do think the Althouse blog is a depressing and dying blog now since so many stellar commenters have left.
It is a pretty boring place with only yes men and toadies to drive the comments.
But that's the way the like it...un huh.
Speaking as someone who still comments there--although at a diminished rate--what strikes me is how much people talk past each other there. Here there is real interaction, which makes it more like the neighborhood bar and less like the local courthouse.
The loss of humor as a social lubricant has hurt TOP a lot, IMO.
Not only the loss of humor, Chip - though that is certainly lost over there except for one form of cynical, sarcastic humor, but the loss of a sense of community. That's what I see missing, anyway.
Althouse was at its best when there was a lot of mutual respect among the commenting community, and people did mostly talk *to* each other rather than past each other.
Scintillating conversation at the place which shall not be named.
Loved that, windbag.
And I meant to tell you that I thought your post about your son the other day was pretty cool. Smart kid!
@Darcy - Go vote! The security of the free world depends on you casting the right vote.
No pressure.
@Darcy, thanks. I agree about my kids. I've got endless stories to prove you're right. :)
I love hearing stories about all our kids and grandkids, at the Althouse blog it became scary to mention one's kids.
Some folks are protective of their kids identities and safety on the internets and rightfully so, but being in a private group it sets up a more comfortable and intimate scenario.
Keep the stories and updates on family goings on coming, it's one of the things that makes Troopers neighborhood so friendly.
Just like that song, "getting to know you, getting to know all about you", it's what keeps a comment section at a long standing blog alive, when we see each other in a more personal way.
There is nothing that sums up that pitiful couple better than the fact that they are friendless and really humorless.
When it came to it, nd, they proved completely humorless.
On my old blog, before the blow-up over my son (you missed ALL the fun mentioning your kids, Allie), I put up a few posts kidding and ribbing our Dangerous Duo.
One, for example, was a Goth makeover for Althouse, borrowed from the amusing Siouxsielaw blog. Siouxsie, a lawyer herself, seemed to like and respect Althouse, but both she and I were not above having a little fun with the Althousian image.
Another lampooned a cloying kissy-face picture of A and M with a still out of "Pandora's Box," the 1928 Louise Brooks version of the Lulu story. (talk about tales of tragic love)
I made no effort to hide those posts and others from Madam herself, thinking she might find them amusing. They were the kind of ribbing you might expect among friends or at least friendly people with a sense of humor.
But after I announced I was leaving blogging because of the abuse my son was subjected to on the Althouse blog, Madam and/or Hubby pored over my blog, looking for everything labelled "Althouse." Voldemort himself launched into the absent me on this very blog, accusing ol' Theo of spreading "innuendos" and of other Crimes Against Her Very Self.
You've got to be kidding. I thought the things I put up were lighthearted fun.
But not to the terminally self-righteous from Grim Center, USA.
I announced I was leaving blogging because of the abuse my son was subjected to on the Althouse blog, Madam and/or Hubby pored over my blog, looking for everything labelled "Althouse.
I don't remember anything about your son being subjected. Must have missed that, but if so that's just wrong.
BTW: Kudos on using "pored" correctly instead of poured.
I received some very nice questioning comments on my blog from a couple of Althouse regulars as to whether I was OK. I was very touched!
To think that someone missed me and thought about me in anonymous internet land.
Althouse is a narcissistic personality who has an inflated sense of her own importance and abilities. Actually, all healthy people are somewhat narcissistic to some minor extent. Her blog is a way to express those tendencies, which have gotten worse since hooking up with the controlling Meade personality.
Without getting too seriously metaphysical on you guys: She is a Capricorn (as am I) and as such tend to be too serious about things. If I have my bets...Meade is probably an Aries. Bad combo.
I occaisonaly look at the blog to see if there are any interesting posts and good commenter interactions. The commenting and superb quality of commenters was what interested me in the first place. Lately, Althouse has been interacting in the comment section....something she wouldn't "lower" herself to do previously.
I think she senses the sucking vacuum that her blog is becoming.
I'm a Capricorn too DBQ, but I DO NOT fit that sign, I think my mother must've lied for some strange reason. I suspect I was really born in December and am a Sagittarius.
But I don't really believe in astrology, fun as it is.
I agree with your sense that it is Meade that is controlling. I think Althouse may be "under the weather" often enough that he gets the chance to take the reigns away from her on those occasions, but hey what do I know? It's none of my business really.
...Meade is probably an Aries.
So am I and so is blake.
Taurus. Surprised?
No Windbag,not at all, lol.
So am I and so is blake
Cool. We can be friends. Let's just not get married then :-D
Not generally a good combo...IF you believe in astrology. Which I don't really.
windbag said...
Taurus. Surprised?
I figured you more an F-150 type guy but I'm glad you're a Ford man. :)
I don't buy into astrology, but the timing of one's birth does have significance. People born in spring have a higher chance of developing allergies. Why is that? There's a lot of stuff we don't understand. I don't think I'm an asshole full of bullshit because I'm a Taurus.
@chick, That's hilarious. We used to own two forest green Taurus station wagons. You know you're old and domesticated when station wagons are your dream cars.
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