I spent a while away from the site to deal with various things, but on my return I notice the same few posters putting up various threads, and hundreds of lurkers, people who read those posts and benefit from the information provided, or get a laugh from them, but rarely or never contribute anything towards them.
So when I say it's sad, given how slow the forums can be some days, that's exactly what it is, S....A....D, SAD! It reminds me of the old commuter trains we used to have here in SE Queensland [Aus], where each carriage had around 10 rows of 2 bench seat compartments and a door either side. We used to call them cattle trains because of how people were so crowded in...and when all the bench seats were occupied another half dozen or so would cram into the small compartment and have to stand on what little floor space was left after the seated passengers had placed their feet and brief cases, etc.
Anyway, to cut a long story a bit shorter, there were these hundreds and hundreds of daily commuters, many travelling in the same compartment next the same people every day five days a week, all hidden behind the Courier Mail, which back in the day was a full sized newspaper, and none ever spoke to each other, not ever... and when those trains, of which there were dozens, and therefore the scene was repeatedly repeated, reached the city, all those people dispersed to their respective jobs, and still not speaking to each other, for any feching reason, until the journey home. The same scene was repeated on dozens and dozens of commuter trains carrying 1000's and 1000's of people, all of them with their heads stuck in the Telegraph, Brisbane's afternoon paper.
So, the purpose of this sad commuter story, which hasn't changed a great deal since the 1970's, apart from the diesel drawn cattle trains becoming electrically powered cattle trains carrying yet another generation of equally 'miserably inclined' people, is to draw its striking resemblance to the oft desolate forums here at WC, where a handful of people post and the majority has its head stuck in a feching newspaper.
Okay, maybe not a newspaper, but there is no participation from these lurkers to validate their existence here, no contributions to say: "Hey, I like this place and benefit greatly from it, so here's something in return." No, it's too much feching trouble. Well for mine, if you can take the time to read a thread/post, then you've enough time to post something... something so that regular contributors can acknowledge you, as a person and not some 'page view statistic', has truly joined the WC family and is a part of the human race.
Since my return a couple of months ago I have tried to visit more threads to contribute and participate, with a bit of information, with a bit of humour... something to say I'm a member and I've been here, but don't leave it all up to me all you lurkers, get your heads out of whatever and please join the rest of us.
Okay...
...lurk... #2
One important thing for a lurker is to make sure you always have enough popcorn and a cold drink handy.
I 'lurked' back in the early days of Skinning ....so that when I finally 'emerged' I wouldn't say something that made me look like a dork.....
It didn't work....
Please respect tha hidden training, discipline and self control of advanced core lurking. Honoring oneself, tha true warrior's empowerment can feel transformed and really inspire others with silence.. now, where do i post all of my passwords?
Just as I expected, post 50 and the thread has just about died in the arse... bloody lurkers.
Now I must thank the regular contributors who helped make this thread more fun and helped get it to 50 posts. You people are bloody legends and I thank you from the bottom of my black heart for the great memories I'll derive from here.
As for the rest of you, lurkers and backroom feeders... SOD OFF! Didn't want you in my frickin' thread anyhow, so sod off. Me and the gang of 6 will cover it just nicely, thank you. we will manage it more than adequately on our own. And if you're thinking about being a Johnny-come-lately, forget it. You blew your chance and now it's gone!
Come in now and yer gonna get heckled by the Heckle and Jeckle of WC. Don't know who they are? Dare to venture in and you'll discover that they are the penultimate insult throwers of the internet and will make you wanna cry. Thing is, they are each paid per insult so just don't bother testing the waters, orright... still sod off.
Oh, and Smedley, we aren't done! tThat defamatory pic you posted of me will come back to bite you... and don't forget, I have friends who have friends, who have friends who know people who have friends in high places, so be warned. One of those people in high places, I'm told, is Halle Berry, and she knows Dr House personally.... so you're in the sheiiiite now, buddy.... up to yer frickin' neck in it.
Oi, where did you sneak in from? And what's this about core lurking? Is it some kind of monastic society something like the Shaolin... only with a code of silence? Even if it is, religious, that is, it's still no excuse. We leave all that stuff at the front gate... cos if ya get caught with it inside, it gets confiscated and placed in the cloakroom until you leave. I mean, d'yer really wanna run the risk of taking somebody else's home by mistake, cos the cloakroom attendant got 'em all mixed up?
Also, qhile we're speaking of self control, this is a 'fluff'-free environment and we ask that you refrain until outside the main doors, which are not to be confused with the foyer doors leading into the 1st level, whose doors lead to the 2nd sanctum, whose doors lead to the observatory, whose doors lead to the Security Enclave, whose doors lead to the corridor whose doors lead to the Inner Sanctum.
Yes, there are a lot of doors, but they were designed to keep the riff-raff out and have been quite effective... more is the pity they haven't worked on feching lurkers. Oooops, did I just say that? My apologies to lurkers, I meant the new breed of riff-raff who come in here and say eff all and then leave.
So what's changed? You still lurk... and you still say things that....er...
Yeah, think I'll quit while I'm a.... er, while I still have a head.
Thing is, I didn't immediately join in on the forums, either. I was a visitor/member here for some time before I began to make myself known in the forums... and sometimes I wish I'd waited another 'some time' before opening my big trap. Forum etiquette was not my strong suit, given it was my fist real foray into a forum, and I wasn't too sure what was permissible, either, so I put my foot in it more than once... and earning myself a reprimand from the wielder of the big stick. Luckily for me he wielded it without great force... 45 years later and I'm still getting over the multiple canings I received at school.
In fact, I think that's why I was prompted to start this thread.... because we were encouraged at school to communicate openly and honestly. Well perhaps the honesty got a little stretched at times: "Got six of the best from Waggy [our Aus born headmaster] today, and even though he raised the cane as high as he could above his head and brought it down swiftly and fiercely, didn't hurt a bit."... cos one could not admit to having it hurt at all. After all, we were the sons grandsons and great grandsons of the toughest fishermen to ever sail the channel [the English one, that is] and we were not about to let some sheep farmer bloke from Australia break us. No siree, we were as tough as the old salts who sired us... many of whom were direct descendents of some of the meanest and bloodthirstiest pirates to ever bed a landlubber wench while on shore leave.
Yeah, it was a school tradition that whoever got the cane [which was always announced at morning assembly] would go to a certain corner of the playground and tell all about it...in gory detail, imaginative embellishments and telling downright lies about just how severe it was. I mean, what was the point if ya didn't scare the pants off the out-of-town 1st termers?
Needless to say, I was a regular visitor to the headmaster's office and... the 'cane corner in the playground scaring the pants off out-of-town 1st termers with: "And when Waggy brought that cane down with such force, and I could see the brass tip glistening in the sunlight coming through the window, I thought he'd cut me in half and leave me on the floor writhing in agony. But I showed that Aussie *******, I turned around and laughed in his face, that's how ******* tough I am."
Truth be known, had I even thought about laughing, much less doing it, he'd have given me six more for good measure. And the strange thing, despite a few canings, all of which I probably deserved, I have the fondest memories of that one teacher. Mr. Wagland was his name and, because many boys followed family tradition to become fishermen, he taught navigation, and very well, too, i might add, which, along with English, History and Geography, was one of my favourite subjects.
In Mr. Wagland's final year of teaching, the entire teaching staff 'volunteered him to chaperone the students going on the annual school cruise. I was one of those students, and I saw a completely different side of him, a side that revealed a love, a gentleness and a compassion I'd not really seen before, so along with my memories of his navigation class, among other things, I fondly remember him as the best teacher I ever had.
starkers never lurks...but there's a reason for that...
And it's not because I can't hide behind trees, thank you very much! Besides, you know what dogs do when they see a tree, and I will not have my leg mistaken for a peeing post.
No, the reason I don't lurk any more is cos I have a weak bladder and can't remain lurked for periods of longer than half an hour... 45 minutes tops. It happens in old age... especially if one abused their body when younger. In fact, I asked my doctor if having sex 4 or 5 times a day for 40 plus years may have caused my having to go so much: "No," she replied with a giggle: "that would have helped your situation. Your problem starts with drinking so much tea and trying to keep cool with your hand in a bucket of iced water.
Nah, seriously, I do know the true cause, however... diabetes. She did explain that was one of the symptoms when it was first diagnosed.
just thought i should post.. was there a solution to tha windowblinds/google chrome issue? ha! such a flirt.. actually you are all very funny and lovable.. yes YOU too!
Was your mouse hand jealous of your other hand
1:17 into the video
Nope.... swapped hands every so often so's I wouldn't get wankers cramp.
Actually, now that I think of it, would have been to to get it 4 or 5 times a day
Truth is, it was only 3 or 4
I recall my mother saying to me once: "Nobody needs sex that often... like Michael Douglas, you need to see somebody about your sex addiction."
I said: "Mum, it's not like that. I don't have a sex addiction. It's just for some strange reason I keep dating nymphomaniacs who never say no."
Hehe, yeah, it gets like that, don't it... then you get the tinkle fairy come along and restrict you to just two shakes at the latrine.
Hmmm, can't be easy being a Smedley.
you were right starkers and i was wrong, i should work appropriately.. i was at tha workshops for advanced core lurking, but personally, i didn't actually participate.. apologies to all, i retract my comments. ohhhh
Not to worry, everyone has an off day here and there. I'm just glad it didn't take a raft of high-dose meds with multiple side effects to bring you back into the fold. Or being restrained in a strait jacket and held down by two burly nurses resemble Russian weight lifters while another pours ipecac down your throat to purge the last vestiges of serial lurking.
Yes it concerned me that had you been forced to endure such drastic measures, mr tabby might've become a pussy, of broken will and spirit. I'm so, so glad it never came to that, the costs of rehabilitation would have been enormous.
Oh, and this mrtabby, is that cos you fancy yourself as a bit of a 'tomcat'?
there was going to be hot ass nurses?!? dammit!
well that was cozy.. i killed tha thread! i also did more lurking.. sorry starkers but there is popcorn back here! i promise i won't look.. (hey everyone.. nurses!!)
My dad used to tell me that if you shake it more than three times, you're playin' with it. I shake a bottle of OJ before having some. Does that mean I'm playin' with it?
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