One of the virtues of fighting with a stupid person is that they always double down on stupid.
After the brouhaha over LSL comments that were deleted he went and reposted them again! After Freeman had them deleted. Hmmmmmmm. I wonder how that one is going to work out. I am tempted to post a comment or two but why get in the way when someone is rushing to destroy themselves.
You can't make this shit up.
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Trooper, Here's the way I see it. He and his boss see themselves as the smartest people in the room. Academics are horrible w/ that dynamic. So, in order to seem to be the smartest, he'll do anything different and try make people think, "Wow..he's really crafty." The reason being, sycophants in the past have had that same reaction when everyone else would say, usually to themselves[not I], "WTF?" It's worked for years so of course he's going to keep being that one trick pony. In essence it is doubling down on stupid, but that's the pathology IMO.
The man is crazy. He just said that he has a cause of action because his comments were deleted.
Hello? Mary? Paging Mary? Anyone? Buellar?
Just don't get in the way of his petard.
Leisure Suit Larry....I'm so proud. My own meme.
LOL
Now if I can think of a video game character for AA.....hmmmm
Well done DBQ - and I will avoid making any suggestions regarding the self-murdering blonde.
Well get screen shots of them at least if only to memorialize what a fucking douchebag thug Meade is.
DBQ: Well done.
This is the quote I posted back on the thread where "splitting" came up"
People matching the diagnostic criteria for narcissistic personality disorder also use splitting as a central defense mechanism. Most often the narcissist does this as an attempt to stabilize his/her sense of self positively in order to preserve his/her self-esteem, by perceiving himself/herself as purely upright or admirable and others who do not conform to his/her will or values as purely wicked or contemptible. Given "the narcissist's perverse sense of entitlement and splitting. . .[s]he can be equally geared, psychologically and practically, towards the promotion and towards the demise of a certain collectively beneficial project." (Abdennur, the Narcissistic Principle of Equivalence)
IMO, the last sentence hits the mark, as I've been thinking about how purposeful and determined his behavior seems to be.
The danger lies in being pulled into that dynamic from the outside.
His only cause of action is to go fuck himself.
Trust me, WB, he never follows that command.
ROFL!!! LSL is fairly apt and now Mr. Cialis just can't give it up. Seriously, talk about handing someone enough rope to hang themselves with. Fucking idiot.
@Sixty, I'm surprised. Since he doesn't have a spine, it ought to be fairly easy to pull off.
You will notice that Mr. Wonderful AKA Leisure Suit Larry does most of his posting when his mommy is at work, it seems. When she comes home, he simmers down for a while. I wonder if she knows he's using her computer?
DBQ, He has moved from lawnboy to Leisure Suit Larry and kudos for dubbing him that. And you know he made a comment recently about secretly using her computer. It was presented as humor but we all know there is much truth in humor, and vino. En vino veritas was key in Trooper's meeting w/ her in a bar.
Darcy prolly won't remember this but back in March of '09, we had a lengthy discussion about Meade and LSL.
Right now, though, I'm seeing more Othello and Iago than anything.
We will know Bleachy is drunk when she admits to posting as fibbermcgee. Fiona. Whatever...
Man, I hope Insty puts up a link to an article about leisure suits.
He hates being called Larry.
And blake, you're right I don't remember that discussion. You're also right that LSL wasn't an evil turd. But it still works somehow.
We're going with it.
I wonder if he's wearing her panties when he's using her computer? It helps him get into character, right? He's the type of shithead who would spit into someone's food w/o their knowledge...and doesn't tell them, all the time thinking "that'll show 'em." Too cowardly to confront. Disgusting enough to assault them in secret.
Darce, it is the slime that links them. And they are both Larrys.
Hey...you think there's any likelihood he'll claim that wasn't him posting all of that stuff?
And hi, Sixty!
Well, now he's claiming the basis for a tort challenge by raising his financial support and how banning him would be tantamount to an attack on his business. Notice how I don't say "livelihood" - Lol. Someone is obviously coaching him in the fine art of legal bullshit. It would certainly be a novel "suit" to bring.
This gets us back to the original problem of TOP. It's awesome to let the mind run wild with imagination over artistic themes. And as someone else mentioned (maybe a la Reynolds), legal professors (and lawyers) have very little disincentive against trying to come up with the wackiest arguments possible.
So, the place was basically creative bullshit. Creative, legal bullshit artistry. And eventually, a bunch of commenters who actually had the idea of a sense of truth and "integrity" invested in themselves said fuck this, and didn't mind taking their honesty into a new place to which they were forced to move shop. This obviously offends the original bullshit con artist narcissists, because how dare others use their creativity and camaraderie to honest ends! We ONLY USE OUR CREATIVITY TO DECEIVE, AND OUR CAMARADERIE AND COMMUNITY TO DIVIDE AND CONQUER!
P.S. Glad to see you picked up on my use of "Larry". A bit more humbling than "Meade"... or the insanely pretentiously spelled name of "Laurence".
I guess you could ask if he was French. ;-)
That damn Frenchie, Laurence Larry!
Well, now he's claiming the basis for a tort challenge by raising his financial support and how banning him would be tantamount to an attack on his business
Utter horseshit.
I've had people come into my place, trying to hawk crap to the customers/employees. I run them off. Nobody owes him a soapbox.
Ritmo- Qhy do you engage? Let him post his shit without reply. He lives on the attention he gets; see how he likes inattention
He hates being called Larry.
Well GOOD, then. Yoko Larry it is, then!
Yoko Laurence Larry. Wanna-be aristocratic Frenchie.
Larry the Lawnboy.
I'm still having trouble getting over how hilarious it was that EBL tried to turn lawnskillz into an adoring, propagandistic photo-montage. I mean, maybe what Glenn Reynolds said was true - that he does have a mightily appreciable knowledge of landscaping and/or the infinite wonders of the dynamics of blades of grass - (I actually mean that seriously). But fuck it. A turd needs to be dealt with harshly in whatever manner possible when they fail to get it as obviously as he does, so I don't mind using those means. Because, after all, it is hilarious. Bubba Gump made a fortune off of shrimping, but it was still funny to hear him babbling on for hours about the infinite varieties of shrimp preparation.
The guy needs to be humbled. Demeaned doesn't sound nice, but frontier justice still exists when it comes to verbal reprimanding, and I'm happy to apply it to the only two douchebags in blogland of whom I've sadly found an appreciable lack of such needed reprimanding.
I'm starting to think that Freem views Lem as a home school project.
Ritmo- Qhy do you engage? Let him post his shit without reply. He lives on the attention he gets; see how he likes inattention.
It's a good point, Haz. Well taken.
I really do think I got the majority of what I needed to tell him out of my system on Sunday.
Trust me, you've seen how berserk I've been in the past. I'm becoming more and more restrained each day, comparatively speaking. I know that might not be much, but I'm still a bit of a young fuck.
So, I try to keep what musing I can relegated to here. The others are engaging him way too much. I'd like to keep any engagement I do feel inclined to deploy limited to probing questions:
"Why, Meade, are you acting like a malignant doo-doo?
Exactly what are you getting out of this?"
Shorter and sweeter. It's not consistent improvement, but it's a start. Even Troop - my partner in rhetorical hate-crimes, has noticed. But then, he's got the kind of mouth on him that would be able to take that notice. ;-)
To the rest of you, I probably haven't gotten a bit less vitriolic.
But I can tell. I look at Inga's wacked-out grievances and shitting over places and making it all about her, and cringe now.
I'm getting there.
windbag, Her panties will be quite baggy for Larry, he's a toothpick.
So we're on board, it's Larry. He'll come up w/ inane nicknames for us, but he doesn't have a choir he's preachin' too any longer. That's what is driving him nuts.
Freeman Hunt is too proud to admit she was wrong.
I don't know how she can justify having Meade reprint what she deleted with the bullshit "Redacted" stuff.
I will be glad to lend her my mantle of self-righteousness and she can don her capris of condescension and the Spanx of Sanctimony and go to battle with Leisure Suit Larry.
But I am not going to hold my breath.
That reminds me Yashu.
I was thinking of a new series for the blog called "Keeping Up With The Althousian's."
An E Channel presentation about an overbearing tyrannical woman pimping out her sons to black professional athletes while her ineffectual husband stays at home and plays with his model helicopters and post on the internet.
But that might be too mean.
I am trying to be a better person.
I do have a new series in the works staring the "Rifleman" Lucas McCain and his son Mark.
It has been percolating the last few days.
BTW, Haz. To give an example, I think Paddy O's 11:40 comment was perfect. Sublime, even. The one with the allegories to the pastor. It was fine stuff. Not insulting, not vitriolic. Very effective.
Not all of us are in a position or have the direct experience and/or mental wherewithall to pull those off all that often. But it's good when you can.
And I didn't even bother to respond with short appreciation for it - (although I probably should, even after seeing it this much later. It probably can't hurt). But the point is, I wasn't even interested in entering yet another Meade-thread. I'm finding even a single comment of his toxic to my idea of talking about language, chemistry, music or whatever other wholly decent, engaging, and interesting pursuits the folks at CH want to post about.
I feel that I said my peace, proved my point, showed hopefully a side of myself that better demonstrated to people who probably hated my guts for years a more charitable interpretation of where I was coming from all this time, and left it at that - more or less.
And perhaps I was naive to think that could have symbolized an end to Meade's meddling and conniving. Or at least, the beginning of the end. That probably was self-centered of me. Even though I was accounting for other close episodes that I thought would have also furthered that purpose.
Perhaps I'm seeing Meade make the same mistake I always did. Granted, Althouse's blog looks like it ultimately did fall and that something genuinely better has successfully taken its place. But we all get carried away. Meade's doing it now. Others have and will in the past. But there seems to be huge consensus that his cause is less defensible.
I'm not trying to say "I was always right about Althouse", even if to some extent we kind of agree on our common assessment of them - but I do feel vindication and I do look forward to all this potential (on CH) to keep emerging and materializing. I'm less selfish, if anything, and more optimistic. It really is about them - i.e. about CH.
So if Meade's attempted derailment can be limited, one can only hope. Freeman thinks she can do it through comment moderation. I am probably used to the idea that I can use a bit of verbal sparring. Troop probably has gotten to the point of saying, "screw it. Whatever happens, happens, and we'll see." (He's also a bit more resourceful than me, though. And wiser).
Ultimately we can't control life either. But I do think there's reason for optimism and I can say that I fear them less now than I ever did. Maybe it's delusional on my part, but I really do feel that my understanding of their abject motivational defects is incisive enough, established enough to make me feel as psychologically above their shenanigans and bullshit as anyone who's tussled with them can feel.
All those battle scars over the years... I'd think and I'd hope I'm entitled to at least that much.
But no, I won't control it. Or even come close to attempting anything of the sort. As I said, I'm appreciative of what the CH people have put together and what they were first, largely, forced to realize before getting there.
You could also call it Downton Madison. And they could wear their period costumes (Ann her old hippie stuff--let out of course to fit her, Meade in his seventies leisure suits) and drink lot of wine and eat cheese curds.
Ritmo you had it exactly right when you said a couple of sentences will suffice.
The enablers will clean up this mess and Lesuire Suit Larry will go off to a new atrocity. He can't help himself. It is who he is. He is a grafter and he has to keep the tumult going or what the fuck is his job?
We can sit back and watch him reveal what a dick he really is.
This is the Meade I have been dealing with for years and now everyone gets to meet him.
Why does spell check always change grifter to grafter?
They want to turn Leisure Suit Larry into Samwise's Dad. WTF?
Or maybe Downton Larry...
The love story involving a dowager law professor and her lawn boy Larry.
Troop: You told me your initial dealings with Larry were friendly? Was it all just after the celebutard-marriage that it went wrong?
(I'm not trying to say he might not have always had it in him and that this brought it out. I'm just trying to get the history right on when - and if possible how or why - he went in that downhill direction).
It's not enabling at all. He's responsible for being a douchebag and I have no reservations about the consequences he reaps.
But I just feel that her psychology is so transparent to me at this point, and I'd like to see if I can get a better idea of his.
Thanks.
Ritmo - Man hugs, brother. (Two thumps on the back, space between the bodies).
You got it, man. Thanks, Haz.
A grafter takes, for example, rootstock from one plant and grafts on a fruit stem from another plant.
It's done with grapes, fruit trees, nut trees and so on.
I have made things out of right where the graft occurs and it is impressive - nature's lamination at work.
Trust me, a dimwitted mower operator would find himself in over his head if he ever tried to accomplish such a thing.
By the way - I have never heard anyone ever, and I mean ever, pipe up and say "That Larry guy, boy he sure was good at what he did, successful, too." Not one former customer, nobody.
Does this mean that he has no friends? No colleagues?
I can imagine that if I were as "famous" as he is someone, somewhere would chime in with "Yeah, I knew that sumbitch way back when". But nothing.
Why is that?
Did he murder all his former conquests? Just a random thought.
Actually, I'm pretty sure at least one Althouse commenter (not a regular one) had a fling with Larry. But why would she comment?
Larry E. Masculation
Well, how's this for a thought...
If he really does have some dyed-in-the-wool conservative credentials, compare him to John Kerry.
A politician marrying an heiress.
It can't hurt. I guess I got the idea from musing on his "Frenchness".
Not one of the women whose lawns he used to mow has said a peep.
Oh, that Larry, he sure could prune shrubbery better than anyone.
Nuttin...
Meade reminds me of that Larry Forskinsi guy who was married to Elizabeth Taylor.
They met in AA, right?
My brother says he's not an alcoholic, he's a drunk.
Alcoholics have to go to meetings.
And there you have it from a guy who is feeling no pain after one beer!
Oh, that's right Chick @9:43. Plus, it's another way to use the name "Larry". Although Troop should be credited with that as his madcap mind had come up with it years ago... perhaps around the time of "THE WEDDING" (which needs to be trademarked).
BTW, where the hell is DBQ? I owe her some huge applause for making fun of a certain someone's ignorance of "the mechanics of the internet" at CH. That was brilliant.
You too, Haz... with the comments on how she should tort that ole' quiet blog back in time.
I was going to chime in there about what a toxic waste dump the thread had become, but it looks like the two of you have been doing as much as anyone else had to save it.
Good work!
Wow. She is really being goaded. Hilarious -
I can't believe she is really that stupid. How the hell I ever defended her is something I don't think I'll ever understand. She must either be going way senile or... Wow.
I eagerly await any new series from Troop.
I'm addicted to all of them.
Wow. She is really being goaded. Hilarious -
Inga? I believe my WKRP reference might put her over the top.
Since when is it appropriate or even legal to post an image of a person on a blog WITHOUT their permission?
Since....like always. Unless you copyright or encrypt your photographs you might as well be strewing them from the sky like the turkeys in WKRP Cincinnati
She's stupid, but she is insane.
LSLtL is just as bad.
It's hardly even fun anymore.
Maybe when I sober up.
Nah, I have work to do.
Is it possible that Inga is just putting this all on? Sitting back and laughing at us? Her motivation is to distract and derail -- in cahoots with Althouse.
Anything is possible, including profound stupidity.
Never assume a conspiracy when idiocy is more likely, especially given who we are talking about.
Where is Occam's razor? I need a shave.
Yep, DBQ. Some things you just can't make up. I opened the WKRP link but still have yet to watch it. Thanks for doing your part in the war of against tribesman opposed to soul-snatching photography.
Chickie: She means every word of it. I could go into psychological stuff, but don't worry. The long and the short of it is she can't restrain her feelings at all. She will say, and hopefully not but perhaps do, anything to prove the point of how supreme her feelings, and her feelings alone are. They radiate white-hot intensity and know no restraints of reason, logic or even her own fucking self-interest at this point.
Fascinating.
Plus, I'm also pretty sure she's a bit senile. It happens, man. She's up in years.
Up in years? HA!
As I'm sure she's down in other things... ;-)
Look at it this way, she must age in dog years, Sixty.
Dog years, Sixty.
From another thread, a comment by Palladian: I want a place that's built to purpose (I could do it) and that has good commenter-management capabilities and clearly defined administrator rules from the start.
I just want a comment dictator, someone that will enforce standards with the heavy hand of ... a ... heavy hand of someone with really heavy hands, I guess. But then I'm probably oveerly influenced by following Razib Khan for the last 11 or so years.
Bruce, Good take. That Larry was just a blue collar mope as I remember.
The thing is, I so want to chime in on the Chickie thread (now with >400 comments) as Marshall said something hilarious:
Ritmo,
Sssshhhh. Inga's talking.
But I have no idea how to acknowledge the hilarity of that short comment without riling the crazy zombie-queen up. Unless I start getting all, "Inga now, let's try to be understanding. What do you think it is that Aridog and Meade can actually do for you at this point, seeing as how WHATEVER happened with these photos took place IN THE FUCKING PAST!?
She's preventing me from agreeing with others pointing out her toxicity. Trooper's right. Engagement is suicide.
The old entrenched paradigm-- who the good guys and the bad guys are, who the good faith people and the bad faith people are-- is still too fixed in her mind.
IMO, one of the worst features of TOP was this. Especially b/c the groupings in almost everyone's mind seemed to partition the space of political views. There were a couple of exceptions (C4 on the right, RCook on the left), but this pretty much held and made reasoned argument very difficult.
Some, maybe a majority, of the TOP righties operated like a wolfpack. On a couple of issues I found myself on the wrong side of them and learned what it was like to be a TOP lefty. So I tried to cut Ritmo some slack when he got shrill, b/c I thought I understood why.
OTOH, I think the TOP lefties rarely tried to do anything but poke a stick at the righties, w/o much concern over factual accuracy. Roesch-Voltaire may have been the worst in this way, but he didn't really stick around to defend his absurd claims. phx just seemed to deal in passive-aggressive bullshit, perhaps designed to goad Jay. If so, it worked well.
Inga, of course, has always represented the worst of this "team" mentality. I recall a few occasions when she'd get pissed at Ritmo for not taking her side in some dispute. She pulled that same shit here, trying hard to create a fault line where there was no natural split among people. She is toxic. And, as Ritmo says, probably a little bit crazy.
Meade, OTOH, is just a motherfucking loser son of a bitch. I think the "team" mentality at TOP may have kept people from seeing it sooner.
Wait...why did I even write this?
Oh, right. I've been drinking.
My little plan worked beautifully. M/inga is confined to one post over there at Lem's, leaving the others free prosper.
The place needs a regularly scheduled Meade-related post for this to happen.
Now if I just had the balls to change my "Meade" tag to "Larry" or LSL.
Gotta be honest: Not sure what y'all see in this. Just peeking at that mega-thread it's just a big pile of ugliness.
Nice work, fearless feathered friend.
Wasn't there a really bad sitcom called Hello Larry? Sounds like a recurring theme.
Lechaim!
Okay, I was listening to some klezmer just now.
But the sentiment remains true.
"Good-bye Larry", OTHO, would be a smash hit.
Just peeking at that mega-thread it's just a big pile of ugliness.
blake, the post itself was inspired!
OTOH, I meant.
Bartender! Make it a double!
Yeah, but for a place that's supposed to cultivate a community, that's a whole lotta ugly.
Glad to see you picked up on my use of "Larry". A bit more humbling than "Meade"... or the insanely pretentiously spelled name of "Laurence".
Could call him Gomer Pyle.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.
Well, now he's claiming the basis for a tort challenge by raising his financial support and how banning him would be tantamount to an attack on his business
So by this logic couldn't anybody that gave money to Althouse sue her because they've now effectively been banned?
An E Channel presentation about an overbearing tyrannical woman pimping out her sons to black professional athletes while her ineffectual husband stays at home and plays with his model helicopters and post on the internet.
You gotta make clear that the husband is a second husband and not the father of the boys. I used to read R. Cohen's old blog, and he was a fairly fucked up character himself. He could make guest appearances from time to time.
I found this thing called People Pods which could be an alternative to blogger, and which has some cool features.
You can register, connect to FB/Twitter/Gravatar/etc., and create your own content; you can have followers who can see what you've done, a la FB, etc. etc.
I don't know: There are so many good options, that allow so much more control than blogger, and also allow so much more freedom, why mess around with this stuff?
Wow, you guys are truly great!
Okay, chickie's idea of containment is working. So I'm going to throw a little gasoline on the fire and see how it goes. We could take turns doing this. This will work even better than the briefly considered Daily FU threads!
Look at it this way, she must age in dog years, Sixty
Good recovery young'un.
I could drive her crazier than she already is, if I were evil enough or motivated enough. It would be like tormenting a kitten. A really stupid vicious kitten but ....still.
I was serious in that I really really don't think that she understands the internet or much of anything past 1955 or give her her due....1965.
My little plan worked beautifully. M/inga is confined to one post over there at Lem's, leaving the others free prosper.
Good strategy.
yashu said...
I eagerly await any new series from Troop.
I'm addicted to all of them.
July 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM
Troop had a series called Tales From Amy's Garden which read like tea leaves regarding the meanings of Madison maneuvers. It was a forerunner to the the wildly popular "Disappearing Douche" series.
M/inga is confined to one post over there at Lem's, leaving the others free prosper.
Minga? Hmmm. Larry Minga. Has a certain ring to it.
Box Wine Love Story...
Troop had a series called Tales From Amy's Garden which read like tea leaves
Depending on how things go, Tales From the Tool Shed, could be in the offing, along with Solving for X, the Unknown Factor.
Oh, my. Is Chip Ahoy cleverly mocking with the Gaslight post?
I mean, that would be really, hahahahaa....I don't think so, but I started thinking and commenting on the plot over there and...well, you think?
Yikes. If you've lost Chip Ahoy...
Poor Ed does not understand that smarmy is smarmy, regardless of the era.
Accomplished - meh...
Yeah, Darcy, Chip's first comment on the Gaslight thread seems to indicate they've lost Chip, but I thought that was evident late last week, although I don't remember the particulars. Probably something said after Lar said that only two commenters would be welcome back. How would those two not be construed to be Lem and Freems?
I'm expecting Althouse to return to comments in the next three or four weeks as a 'splitter' strategy. We'll see. If chickie's containment strategy holds up I don't think many are going to be interested in going back.
"Have I made you uncomfortable enough to call me crazy?"
Yeah, pretty much.
Happy Friday, Michael! And to all.
Yeah, Sixty...I remember my mom never liked Boyer either. She loved Tyrone Power and Cary Grant, of course. :)
Me? My favorite was Mitchum.
And Michael, where was the quote you just referenced, and who wrote it?
Darce - it appears on a current topic at AA. She wrote it!
Darcy - More. When I read the post I renewed my suspicion that the Inca character is being played by three people on a rotating basis.
Dang. She has zero self-awareness.
Or it's part of an act. I'm inclined to think that. I continued to believe she plays the crazy German character at times..
The thing is, Ann Althouse built quite a successful and pretty prestigious blog for herself. I have been wondering why should would allow or participate in the crapping all over the legacy. I think that's what their doing, and it is really hurting them more than anything.
not should would...*she would*
Coffee!
Hey! Charles Boyer was great in the movie version of "Barefoot in the Park". A nice ironic riff on his stock character, apparently.
Fonda's legs were pretty great, too.
It's a cool, rainy day in Madison. No lawn work possible, so it could be another manic morning.
Michael, you still read that site? Really?!
"Have I made you uncomfortable enough to call me crazy?"
Hard to believe she and Mary aren't bffs.
"Have I made you uncomfortable enough to call me crazy?"
Tedious is more like it.
Drunk, tedious and crazy is no way to go through life, old woman.
I bet there'd be a long line of volunteers from LGM ready to provide pro bono defense work for anyone at TOOP who was sued by Lar.
The only hard part of doing that would be the risk of severe abdominal injury from hard LOLing over the EBL's briefs.
So to speak.
yashu, if they're alcoholics that could explain some of it. Alcoholics can hold it together for decades, but it usually falls apart at some point when they start getting older.
We need a federal war on box wine. STOP THE MADNESS!!!
We need a federal war on box wine. STOP THE MADNESS!!!
"Who drinks an entire BOX of wine?!"
DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on Firefox, through a singularly dreary tract of the Internet, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Althouse. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the blog, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere blog, and the simple Amazon portal features of the domain—upon the bleak links—upon the vacant eye-like vlogs—upon a few rank commenters—and upon a few desultory "Let's take a closer look at" posts—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Althouse? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.
I think a really smart thing to do is go over there and praise Chip Ahoy for his posting. He is really doing a great job with short interesting posts that do not reference TOP. No need to mention the subtext of the Gaslight post. It is sure to drive Leisure Suit Larry mad and lead to a new attack.
Nevertheless, in this blog of gloom I now proposed to myself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Ann Althouse, had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country—a letter from her—which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness—of a mental disorder which oppressed him—and of an earnest desire to see me, as her best and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and much more, was said—it was the apparent heart that went with her request—which allowed me no room for hesitation; and I accordingly obeyed forthwith what I still considered a very singular summons.
if they're alcoholics that could explain some of it.
Possibly. Larry seems far from sober when he's commenting at Lem's. He's like a mean drunk at a bar, goading people to fight with him.
Although, as children, we had been even intimate associates, yet I really knew little of my friend. Her reserve had been always excessive and habitual, except after a box of wine. I was aware, however, that her very ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar sensibility of temperament, displaying itself, through long ages, in many works of exalted art, and manifested, of late, in repeated deeds of munificent yet unobtrusive charity, as well as in a passionate devotion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to the orthodox and easily recognizable beauties, of musical science. I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact, that the stem of the Althouse race, all time-honored as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire family lay in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very trifling and very temporary variation, so lain. It was this deficiency, I considered, while running over in thought the perfect keeping of the character of the premises with the accredited character of the people, and while speculating upon the possible influence which the one, in the long lapse of centuries, might have exercised upon the other—it was this deficiency, perhaps, of collateral issue, and the consequent undeviating transmission, from sire to daughter, of the patrimony with the name, which had, at length, so identified the two as to merge the original title of the estate in the quaint and equivocal appellation of the “House of Alt”—an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peasantry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.
Good stuff, Blakesy! :)
I don't think Larry is high in any way.
He's low, man.
Real low.
They keep talking about forgiveness. "Ask Jesus for forgiveness." I never did nothing to him.
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I've talked to God a lot about you over the years. He said He broke the mold when He made you. Says you're sure entertaining to watch, but way too much trouble.
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Well, you better stay close. Because some big old wildcat has been eating my chickens. Or maybe it was me.
Wait, one more:
There are a whole lot of things you don't know. Like what a, ya know, a dog dreams. You can make up a story about him chasing rabbits. But you don't know if there's rabbits in there or not. And he can't tell you now, can he? People don't say what they mean, either, so you don't know anymore about them than you do about that dog's dream.
blake said...
He's low, man.
Real low.
Cracker Low
(hey is that Sandra Bernhard in that video?)
Sooner or later everyone has Mexicans mowing their lawn.
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