Originally posted by hopscotchDon't worry Hopscotch I wasn't singling you or the guttersnipes out exclusively for being brown noses.
The Guttersnipes aren't the ones giving Xanthos "so many recs". Truth is that he has been stalked by a deranged admirer for the last 6 months or so. I doubt that this admirer is a Guttersnipe.
Xanthos is not my top engineer. He is my Warrior Princess. He is truly a man, but as we in the Guttersnipes allow you to be whatever you want to be I do not attem ...[text shortened]... [/i] and you're. It's painfully dull that you are correcting him for being ironic.
Are you saying one deranged admirer gave Xan all those rec's? And you have proof of that? Hum go figure.
I guess what you are saying then is he/she is a cross-dresser or something like that. So if I call him Sir or Madam he won't be offended then. Cause it is sort of confusing you know. Not that I care. I would never discriminate based on gender or lack there of. In fact I don't discriminate for any reason. I hate everyone equally. By the way is that a real beard you have? You are not one of those androgynous types too are you? And why would it be sad that he had to drop out. Would you think it sad he got kicked out of a ladies restroom too? Come to think of it that is sad.
And finally I wasn't correcting him/her for being ironic. I was correcting him/her for grammar. But only because she/he has so much pleasure in criticizing my spelling. And for picking on kids. And because I felt like it. And any other reason I might think of latter.
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Originally posted by Bosse de NageSorry for the delay chaps, been wrestling with a particularly intricate affair in the Congo, something involving the passage of the ceremonial Frog King, 2 boxes of dynamite and half a ream of fly paper; very sticky situation, which threatened to go up with a bang. Anyway, as the Guttersnipes' Head of the Order of Diplomatic Perseverance© it falls to me to unravel the mysteries of the world and elaborate upon your question, furnishing you with an answer.
Posing as a chess transvestite is going to oust these colourful urges?
First, a word about the subject matter. Posing as a transvestite is, in these days, a less surprising occurrence than one might have felt in previous years and we of the Guttersnipes are a welcoming, forward thinking bunch who care not to segregate or marginalise. We therefore accept Xanthos for all his little foibles, no matter how unusual they might appear to the outsider. We encourage diversity and acceptance and thereby better our conglomerate view, even if that does mean dressing up as a raving queen and parading around on a gigantic chessboard, sliding on diagonals one minute and then crab walking a few ranks the next, cigarette filter in hand and blusher at the ready.
Now, as to the matter of of whether posing as a chess transvestite encourages the ousting of androgenous lifestyle urges, well, one would be hard put to say otherwise I fear. To keep such urges under wraps (be they linen or silk) would surely cause such inner turmoil as to cause a mental malaise the angels themselves could not find peace upon. Poor Xanthos is, as you may already have gleened from his verbosity, a man of great mental prowess; to further encourage the boiling of his seething cauldron of a mind would be to grant free passage to a maelstrom of ouburst and choatic ramblings, the like of which this forum could not sufficiently contain. I think it best for the safety of the world at large if we allow him to express his lifestyle desires and parade like the fairy he so truly wants to be.
To answer your second question, it may have become apparent to you already that syntactical excellence is a prerequsite to Guttersnipe Inner Circle membership. As such it is indubitable that our lexical infalibility grants us the sacred right of ironic typography. I trust this answers you're question sufficiently and pray you're days ahead are bountiful and full of tranquility.
Starrman
Head of the Order of Diplomatic Perseverance©
Originally posted by StarrmanPraise the Lord!©
To keep such urges under wraps (be they linen or silk) would surely cause such inner turmoil as to cause a mental malaise the angels themselves could not find peace upon. Poor Xanthos is, as you may already have gleened from his verbosity, a man of great mental prowess; to further encourage the boiling of his seething cauldron of a mind would be to grant f ...[text shortened]... m of ouburst and choatic ramblings, the like of which this forum could not sufficiently contain.
I was beginning to fear that you had been cannibalised by the half naked female tribe of Ungubunti, though I'm sure there isn't any doubt that the pleasure would have been all yours.
On rereading your rationale for our continued support of Xanthos' unusual self perception it occurred to me that there may indeed be others out there who have not been quite nearly as lucky as our dear Warrior Princess. You 'hit the male on the head' so to speak, about the suppression of ones desires turning sour, leading to eventual uncontrollable outbursts. I believe that we have serendipitously uncovered the reason for much of the abuse that has been evident on these forums of late... this misunderstood suppression of a cross gender lifestyle could only lead to more threads like Thread 37573 where the manifestation of years of yearning to wear fashionable pantyhose has bordered on the level of breaking point.
I call for a greater understanding and acceptance of people such as these so that we may prevent further outbursts! Call me a liberal if you will, I only seek to better mankind, one day at a time, baby. One day at a time.
Life's a show,
And we all play our parts,
And when the music starts,
We open up our hearts.
It's all right,
If some things come out wrong,
We'll sing a happy song,
And you can sing along.
Where there's life there's hope,
every day's a gift,
wishes can come true,
Whistle while you work,
So hard all day.
To be like other girls,
To fit in in this glittering world,
Don't give me songs,
Give me something to sing about,
I need something to sing about.
Life's a song,
You don't get to rehearse,
And ev'ry single verse,
Can make it that much worse.
Still my friends,
Don't know why I ignore,
The million things or more,
I should be dancing for.
All the joy life sends,
Family and friends,
All the twists and bends,
Knowing that it ends,
Well that depends.
On if they let you go,
On if they know enough to know,
That when you've bowed,
You leave the crowd.
So give me something to sing about.
Please, give me something...
Originally posted by XanthosNZThat was beautiful XNZ, absolutely beautiful.
Over the past two and a half months I've been running an exhaustive study to categorize every rec given during the period. I kept my progress quiet because I wanted to release my findings on my own schedule.
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Nice and simple really. Recs are split into the forum the post they are given to is in.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v694/Xanth ...[text shortened]... .
NOTE: I promise that the graphs are what they are advertised as unlike STANGs.[/b]