tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post3980728340405375881..comments2023-12-08T00:45:09.046-08:00Comments on The Fullfillment* Centre: carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17886258675618058752noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-83003416631799309312009-06-25T19:28:29.696-07:002009-06-25T19:28:29.696-07:00Is there anything more annoying than some some dum...Is there anything more annoying than some some dumb as dirt fucktwit that everyone loves? My whole life I was told to value being "smart," but no one ever told me it'd be so lonely. In recent years, I've taken to smiling more and saying dumb shit. Being popular is like making money. Easy, but sooooo boring! Also have a much better sex life now that I've developed a "going out" persona: a headstrong, male cliche, with a tinge of misogyny. Strange to think that that helps one get laid. What does this mean for the value of intelligence and originality in evolutionary terms, I wonder?the tossernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-34244549027007113282009-06-23T14:36:24.420-07:002009-06-23T14:36:24.420-07:00Yeah well, if you're that into snowploughs, pe...Yeah well, if you're that into snowploughs, perhaps you ought to move to Canada and have conversations about snow levels. <br /><br />And icon doesn't always mean good. <br /><br />Who wants to be an icon of bitterness and redundancy? Not me, thank you very much. <br /><br />Martin sounds like he could at least muster up something approaching a life of some spontaneity and scope. <br /><br />What possible use could the world have for somebody clinging like an infant monkey to the unresponsive wire-cage "mother" of an intellecktualism that was D.O.A some forty years ago?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-20663811802871272722009-06-23T13:49:45.046-07:002009-06-23T13:49:45.046-07:00I've had a paul have a go at me recently (with...I've had a paul have a go at me recently (with the seduction technique). Your writing is good and made me feel all comforted, confused and unsettled.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-60362773837571635262009-06-15T09:54:51.746-07:002009-06-15T09:54:51.746-07:00i think martin was envious of paul. he admired the...i think martin was envious of paul. he admired the way paul used knowledge like a conversational snowplough and the way he'd turned himself into an icon, if only in that pub, but - poor old martin - he just wasn't prepared to put the hours in.tgpbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10161023556713649036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-69224861041495495532009-06-14T13:35:25.437-07:002009-06-14T13:35:25.437-07:00saw Paul in Waitrose today - he had a basket full ...saw Paul in Waitrose today - he had a basket full of bargains - I envied his ability to find them, because there weren't any when I looked. I suspect that had the Clan matriarch been there another fight over reductions might have ensued. What does this ability to spot a red sticker, like a kestrel spies a shrew say about a person? Where is Martin in the pantheon of Ramsgate Waitrose bargain hunters?Niallnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31416501.post-8040104389950465842009-06-14T10:30:07.399-07:002009-06-14T10:30:07.399-07:00Oh my god - I realised that I fit your description...Oh my god - I realised that I fit your description of Paul (even the dreadful 'pulling' technique, with as much success). Even worse, is how you outlined the discomfort with warm, popular people. People find me quite scary - even though I'm just a noisy nerd (when drunk - when I'm sober I'm hardly there). It's the Martins in my life who grew up to get married and employable.<br /><br />Great how you showed up pretentions of being 'special' in this 'type' as part of the general social ineptitude of the bingeing British.<br /><br />Being so haunted by this little vignette may well be what separates good writing from bad. Thanks for that sinking feeling!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com