Sunday, July 21, 2013

How do they handle that conflict at Lem's New Place?


27 comments:

Trooper York said...

I love Nasty Kiniski.

What a fucking pig.

God bless her.

Chip S. said...

It's good to remember that there are some people out there who carry themselves w/ class and grace.

Even on the fuckin' Yankees.

The Dude said...

Is this just another way of calling Lem a pussy?

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

I loved that LGF parody involving her dad on some river in Brazil with dozens of Spider Monkeys.

blake said...

See these eyes so green?
I can stare for a thousand years


And then I lose interest. Takes a full minute to get those two lines out.

Kinda liked the movie. Prefer the original, though. Simone Simon. Yum.

MamaM said...

How do they handle that conflict at Lem's New Place?

They don't. And it's no longer Lem's New Place, as Lem's Learning Levity was traded for the less personal, more file folderish and corporate name, Comment Home.

Do I like the new name? No. It sounds blah and generic to my ears, and I haven't a clue what it means. Plus I can barely find it when I have multiple tabs open. Ironically, what it brings up for me is a fresh reminder the situation that led to the loss of a comment home, a throwback to the very topic that's not supposed to be discussed!

I hope they sort it out. Although math problems offer the satisfaction of a "right" answer, they don't resolve conflict.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

I dunno. Will it really devolve into the kind of slugfest that TOP was? I didn't even deign to comment until Lawnboy showed up today.

I think sooner or later it will become evident that it's going to just be Lawnboy stirring up crap, and then they'll have to decide what to do. Seven moderators are better than two.

But things will probably simmer down and leave Lawnboy to the role of minor pest or irritant. Once the reality of TOP comments become a distant memory, Lawnboy's appearances will become more parody than anything. If he even bothers to show up a year from now, like an old redneck, making whistling noises through his teeth as he reminisces about how awesome it was that all the people he banished now have a place of their own, that would be remarkable in itself.

It's like the dad who threw you out of his house showing up and complaining about how right he was to do so. At which point you let him know that this is now your house, and he can either behave and treat your wife and kids nice, or you can throw his ass back out and have mom bitch at him for being such an asshole on the ride back. ;-)

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

It's good to see Troop's taste in women is just as fine as always. ;-)

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Every time Meade does his thing he reveals himself...

Chip S. said...

Lem's Learning Levity was traded for the less personal, more file folderish and corporate name, Comment Home.

I think he should call it Comments, Alley View.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

"Comments, Inc."

I'm taking a Metallica-eyed view of it.

Chip S. said...

Perhaps "Meade? Merde!"

MamaM said...

Comment Curtsey

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

I must admit, it was incredibly cathartic to tell Meadester today that I would stomp his ass all up and down Lem's comments section. Rhetorically speaking, of course.

So I'm grateful to their gang for allowing the eventuality of that.

MamaM said...

Elephant Sigh

As in "the corn is as high as an elephant sigh".

Chip S. said...

So's the dung.

MamaM said...

So I'm grateful to their gang for allowing the eventuality of that.

Yes. Those were words waiting for the right person to put them together, and BOOM! There was truth.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

Lol.

Well, if you mean that in the way, MamaM, that I think you do, it's not as if I didn't give him the opportunity to ponder his own role in all of this. I honestly did attempt a gracious explanation, first - for his own sake.

But he had to pull out the card of, "I can't hear you! (Fingers in ears). You're talking above me!" So pounce I did.

I can't stand when he pulls that crap. Oh well. It's his decision.

It's like Neo says at the end of The Matrix. "Where we go from there, is up to you."

He really doesn't have much choice from now on but to behave. More or less.

TTBurnett said...

It's late, and a lullaby is in order.
Sweet dreams!

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When Meade is king, dilly dilly,
Ann shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas some old fart, dilly dilly,
That told me so

Call up your friends, dilly, dilly
Set them to work
Some go to Lem's, dilly dilly,
Some Trooper York

Some to say nay, dilly dilly,
Some to quote porn
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly,
Heap some more scorn

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When Meade is king, dilly dilly,
Ann shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas some old fart, dilly dilly,
That told me so.

MamaM said...

A divide comes in life. At first you
don't know, and then looking back you see
before and after. That's what they mean
when they say you can't go back home:
It's the same, but half-closed eyes have opened.


Wm Stafford, Daily Writing, Aug 1983

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

How about renaming it "Meade's Cat Box"

Michael Haz said...

How about just shunning Meade? Ignore him, don't engage. He's there just for the fight, nothing else. With no one fighting back he'll have no reason to stick around.

His behavior causes me to speculate that a good portion of Althouse's melt-down week statements were dictated or framed by Meade. The anger and pissyness sounds like one voice.

Maybe here needs more attention from her, and the only way to get it is to burn down her blog and drive commenters away.

Michael Haz said...

Lem's place is what it is. It's different. A mixed bag. It would be good if he found a way to block Meade, but it's decision to make.

TTBurnett said...

Michael: Lem's place is remarkably good, minus the sweety Meady vituperation. The good, old regulars (and a few others) have proven to have all kinds of interesting things to say.

If, only if, the Althousian past is mounted and hung over the mantle where it belongs, the place would turn into a very comfortable club room. Some might choose to warm themselves by the fire, brandy snifters or glasses of beer in hand, as the case may be, reminiscing about the trouble it was to bring the beast to ground whose head stands as the trophy of the club's formation. Others will be found in deep discussion, or jotting in their notebooks or in the margins of the many newspapers supplied, making plans for new and fascinating presentations for the lucky membership.

And Trooper York would be always ready to remind everyone of some delicious dish, or invite in his ragtag collection of actors, singers and Bohemians to liven the place up on those occasions when everyone may be sunk in slumber in their armchairs.

Dust Bunny Queen said...

@ Haz

Good advice and I should also follow it since I gave it out too :-( Ignore him and give no responses and eventually he will either stop or become ever more shrill.

Ritmo was masterful in putting M in his place, unfortunately M is too dim to understand.

I sent an email to Lem to ask him if he couldn't contact M and ask him to knock it off. I meant that in the best of intentions since I want Lem's place to be successful. Crickets.....

The Dude said...

Yep, for whatever reason Lem loves him some Meade.

Oh well, it is up to me to mind my own business.

The Crack Emcee said...

I lost my latest hook-up, with an aggregator who found TMR, because I wrote about all this too much.

Oh well, I'm not Ann, hungry for a hook-up, anyway.