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The Haus of Questions - Barbinterview

 
  

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ONLY NICE THINGS
14:10 / 28.09.02
The character 'Haus' is probably the most controversial non-troll regular poster on Barbelith. A contribution from the Haus can alter the direction of a thread, regardless of thread context, because of the perceived history of the character, and the perceived and actual tone of the character.' What do you think about the above statement? Are you aware of the good/bad influence the Haus can have on a discussion regardless of what ze says? If so, how do you feel about it, and does it affect what you choose to post? Are you fed up with potentially being perceived as an arch agent provocateur outside of the Head Shop?

Well, to be fair, people often see me as such within the Head Shop also...

Hmmm. Good question. The case of the Head Shop is pretty simple. As a moderator in a low-traffic forum, I am led to believe it is a part of my duties to move discussion on, introduce new topics for discussion and so on. In an attempt not to favour my own areas of interest exclusively, this often means commented on or asking questions about things I have no particular interest in. Hopefully, that doesn't come across as aloof; it generally seems to keep things going...

On the broader question: until this week, my answer was probably going to be "I just make the comments I love, and if the kids like them too, then that's great".

However....over drinks, one Barbeloid observed to me this week that, even when I am clearly making an effort to be polite, or indeed when I was just no being mean, a lot of people simply didn't notice. Which got me thinking.

There does seem to be an assumption that a response from me is inevitably taking the piss or insulting in some terribly clever way that the reader is unable to understand. Just for reference: an insult the reader cannot understand is a crap insult. I have at times monstrously overestimated the reading comp. skills of an interlocutor, but in general if I want to communicate disagreement, you'll probably be able to detect it.

Which point (detection) leads to the second part of this, and reinvolves the Head Shop. There is a certain response, usually predictable but at times unexpected, where the contests of my post are at best used to provide some handy phonemes to offer a veneer of relevance to the topic at hand, but are then ignored in favour of a lengthy disquisition on a) my desire to have sex with the poster, b) my desire to have sex with men, c) my desire to have sex generally and severally, d) my issues with the poster, e) my issues with my mother, e) the poster's issues with *me* or f) that I am very posh and very rude. And very much attracted to Rex City-zen. This last of which is, of course, erroneous.

A gentler soul might become somewhat discombobulated by such tomfoolery, but fortunately this has never been about me. Because, by talking about me, such people are generally indulging, at length and with no little afflatus, a desire to talk about *themselves*.

The standard of argument and knowledge on even this topic is, I fear to report, rarely of a high standard.

It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul. That at times my mere presence, in the eyes of some of our simpler brethren, is an invitation to rot threads that never deserved this fate under a corrosive tide of (fingerquotes)issues(/fingerquotes). But, since the whole problem is that they never really take much time to read the posts anyway, how is one to avert the flow?
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
19:22 / 29.09.02
If you're Barbelith's 'Avon', who do you consider to be Barbelith's 'Blake'? Which is a much better question, and good for barbegossip... (I'd like to add, says exp, who would you consider to be Barbelith's Servalan and Vila)

God, this is difficult. Apart from anything else, except when I was being the Haus of Series 2 Avon, I've never really thought of myself as Barbelith's Avon. I'm not sure I'd fancy that at all...

Not to mention that the criteria for Blakitude are so lengthy. Should it be someone with curly hair, or someone who wants a revolution, or someone I held onto for slightly too long when the ship shook in "Duel"? Tricky, tricky, tricky.

Probably the most logical answer, in the sense of who is keenest on Blake and advances Blake's agenda, and for that matter owns a Liberator handgun, which I think is an important consideration, it would have to be Deva. But Deva, IIRC, writes Mary Sues about B7, and therefore appears to be identifying outwith Blake. So, until that question can be cleared up, I fear the title must remain in the guardianship of the Dread Pirate Crunchy.

Sevalan and Vila....hmmm. Bengali in Platforms has been described as looking a bit like Servalan when hair-shorn. But I think it has to be split between Mordant and Zocher, because they will appreciate it more. Vila is Stoatie. Not sure why, yet.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
08:26 / 30.09.02
What's a typical day-in-the-life for you? This assumes that you have some kind of routine in your life...

Oh, hang on....Nick! Nick could be Blake! Because, you know, ideological differences, lots of disagreement and tension, and sharing a ship (sort of). Yes....that could work. But I don't think Nick would *want* to be Blake...that's a good question. Hands up who wants to be Blake?

Ahem. Right. Sorry. Moving off Blake (as Avon has on occasion had to do, when there's an alarm or something)....a day in the life.

Well, pretty dull really. If it's a work day, up at about 7:45, shower, muesli (with soymilk - I eat far too much dairy already). Don't tend to remember dreams. The remnants of my eidetic memory give me something akin to OCD, so I don't make coffee, since it would involve an endless cycle of checking hat the tap and filter machine are turned off. On bad days, that is days when I have had very little sleep, this can add about ten minutes to the time it takes me to get out of the house, thus costing me the vital (well, not vital vital, but generally uncrowded for some reason) 8:28 train to work.

As the nights draw in, the greatest struggle here is to get a) out of bed and b) out of my pyjamas. I have few obsessions in this world, barring all the obvious ones, but a really finely-turned pair of pyjamas is, I'm afraid one of them. I have a Calvin Klein pair which I swear are made of clouds, so comfy are they, a no-fucking-around insulated set I picked up in Boston, and stole not one but two sleepsuits the last time I flew Upper Class. The older and crankier I get, the more important it is to retain what little body heat I have left.


See here for more on the memory thing, by the way, through the medium of interpretative dance.

I'm fortunate that my office has no dress code, so if I don't have a meeting I can just throw on whatever I was wearing on Sunday and turn up unshaven. I usually leave work somewhere between seven and eight in the evening, and then generally have something to do in the evening. I'm trying to cut down on my social commitments at present, but this has unfortunately conflicted with a very powerful desire to spend an entire week drunk that I am now coming out of. Anyway, I usually end up in the West End or Kensington seeing somebody or somebodies, or just stopping off for a quick drink with Sleaze, who works nearby, which usually escalates into a semi-Barbemeet as stragglers, innocent bystanders, friends and acquaintances are gathered up into a big sticky ball.

So, home usually somewhere around midnight, and then food, check email, a couple of hours' reading, and sleep.

Non-work days are a bit more random. I'm trying to become more of a creature of whim at the moment, as various things that have previously been anchoring mechanisms have been withdrawing to some degree or other from my life. So, I've wangled longer weekends in order to spend more time with my bad self. The main difference is that I stay up later - if I don't have to be somewhere, I tend to binge and purge on sleep, staying until dawn and then sleeping until early afternoon, or staying awake for a day, night and day then sleeping in the next day. It mainly depends on what I'm reading, and how much I want to finish it, or whether I have built up a glut of stuff I want to watch on video (tedious, I know, but I'm a sucker for really bad American TV). There's a constant sense of progression - I have a tendency to want to "tick things off" - I have done, X, and will now do Y, sort of thing. Something else I am trying to do is become a lot more aimless. I suspect it will actually halp me to achieve more, as it will give me a chance to do all those things I tend to think of as unimportant, like sorting out finances and replacing driving license and suchlike. Non workdays are also handy for kicking around the Poetry Library, or chilling out with the Parthenon Sculptures in the British Museum (which are very soothing. Unless you're Greek, of course). Problem is, of course, I am usually asleep while these things are open. Thank God for late opening on Thursdays...
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
09:44 / 30.09.02
I feel like my life is no longer my own...and that I owe the Head Shop an apology.

What were the last three good movies you saw in a theatre?

The problem with this question is that I don't go to cinemas (or theatres) to see good movies., I tend to go to cinemas to see very bad movies, big, loud stupid movies with bowel-watering Dolby effects and bright colours. Fellowship of the Ring - cinema movie. Phanton Menace - Cinema movie.

However, I will throw Spider-Man in as one fo the three, the middle one in fact. It's not a classic, but it was enjoyable, and nicely-paced, and had Bruce Campbell in it, which is pretty much all you could ask. Although Tobes Maguire does have the wierdest face ever for a heartthrob...

More recently, I saw Lantana. An indie murder mystery set in Sydney starring Anthony Lapglia doesn't exactly scream "must-see", but this is a fantastic piece of ensemble acting, with every strand tied in to present an uncomfortable, oppressive, claustrophobic view of unhappiness circulating across and around and through the same channels, over and over again. It's also extremely funny, with a pin-sharp script and Lani Tupu with his top off. And Geoffrey Rush is fantastic - the way he communicates the idea that his character is walking through unhappiness every second is brilliantly controlled.

Before that....crikey. I think probably the third-latest good movie I saw was probably 1732 Hotten, another crime drama, which is fcurious as I almost never watch thrillers. It has a very low-fi, low-budget feel to it, and the plot would be utterly incomprehensible even if it weren't in Norwegian anyway, but some of the cinematography - the way the sick little town was portrayed - was excellent, along with Reidar Sorenson's portrayal of a "cop on the edge", who clearly wants this to be an American cop drama and is defeated at every turn by the townsfolk. It's a drab, quiet, nasty little film, which loses its way badly, but has real moments, often based around Laila Goody's brilliantly taciturn Victoria.

And it was soundtracked by Mags. From A-Ha. I rest my case.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
12:25 / 30.09.02
What music have you been enjoying lately?

Um...whiny alternative guitar bollocks, really. Right now I am listening to my slashtastic Smallville mix CD - respect the HoYay - which, interspersed with quotes from sexy Lexy, is full of lots of radio friendly unit shifters which are not really representative, but is in my walkman. Listing is:

Crash - Ultra Vivid Scene
Bad News - Laptop
Lesson Learned from Rocky 1 to Rocky 3 - Cornershop
Alien Being - The Magnetic Fields
PACO! - Ladytron
Spiderman '77 - Verucca Salt
Let me Love you like a Man - Drugstore
Signal in the Sky - The Apples in Stereo
Strange Powers - the Magnetic Fields again
I Can Change - Violent Femmes
Superfreaky Memories - Luna
Genius - The Dandy Warhols
Gift - Curve
I Think I Love You - Voice of the Beehive
Silver Spoon - Bis
Nemesis - Shriekback
To Love Someone - Gallon Drunk

I imagine I'll probably be moving onto Tindersticks and more Magnetic Fields in the fairly near future, but right now at least I can cry "But Lex and Clark love each other! So very, very much!", which is nice.

Apart from that, I'm fairly eclectic. I'll listen to anything; as I get older I am more and more target audiency for Resonance Radio and Radio 3 than anything else.
 
 
Someone Else
12:53 / 30.09.02
Confucius say: A man who listens to the Voice of the Beehive is a fatuous arse. With possibly a little too much self-regard.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
12:58 / 30.09.02
That's nice. Who do we think, children? My money's on Planet of Sound again. Bless his little heart. So frequently wrong, and yet so few mechanisms for dealing with it.

I think I made a point earlier about there being people on Barbelith whose lack of emotional maturity made the idea of being open about oneself a little scary. I didn't think that the vital chink in my armour was going to be Voice of the Beehive.

Still, I say nothing. I talk to noone. I know what I believe. Don't need to wear it on my sleeve.
 
 
The Apple-Picker
13:13 / 30.09.02
I have no idea who Voice of the Beehive is, Someone Else, but it's really not cool to hijack someone's interview thread to call him names. It's kinda low and sleazy.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
13:23 / 30.09.02
Right, and after the great taste of plunk, we return:

Are you a good dancer? If we had a party, what song would the DJ want to play if he wanted to get you out on the floor?

I'd probably say more enthusiastic than good - I can bob enthusiastically with the gusto of anyone who spent their teenaged years with far too many elbows. I'm never quite sure what constitutes "good" dancing, which is probably a bad sign...

As for getting me on the floor - it is a matter of constant regret that most of the bands I would like to bop around to are not popular enough to justify playing in London's largely homogenous club scene. I'll dance to almost anything if "up" enough, although these days I'm more likely to shuffle my slippers that little bit more enthusiastically. I think Barbeloids have seen me dancing, or at least lurching, to Poguesalike fiddlecore at 93 Feet East, Happy House at Love Muscle (with my top off, yet...I still remember Rizla's "Tannhauser has *nipples*" expression) and industrial darkwave (snerk) at the Electric Ballroom. And nobody punched me or gave me money, so hopefully I wasn't that awful...

Oh, "Panic" by the Smiths always works though. Or "Get Your Freak On".
 
 
Someone Else
16:10 / 30.09.02
Confucius he also say: man who dances at Electric Ballroom is not intelligent enough to realise there are good clubs to go to in London.
 
 
Matthew Fluxington
17:10 / 30.09.02
..and lame "Confucious say" jokes are a sign of a very clever and brilliant mind indeed.
 
 
Murray Hamhandler
17:15 / 30.09.02
Too bad about the asshole in our midst. I was looking forward to the age of the touchy-feely, open and emotionally vulnerable Haus. Try not to let the bastards bring you down, man...
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
17:31 / 30.09.02
Hmmm. Yes. It's a tricky one, isn't it? There's a part of me that does feel inclined to run down the curtain on this, delete the topic and chalk it up to experience. Then again, it might be best not to let the troll get you down.

So, Someone Else. On the off-chance that you are not one of the regular trolls or Haustrolls (people who are incapable of not wrecking threads with attempts to Hausbait, almost inevitably depressingly poor ones) in a false moustache, and are rather just a bright and bouncy young thing who believes he has found his spiritual home and is ready to become its lord:

You don't have the wit to do this. Really. I have *coats* who contribute more to Barbelith than this. The "Confucius Says" schtick is really not working for anyone so far, it seems. Furthermore, a reasonably able reader would probably have noticed Industrial Darkwave (snerk), which might just have suggested that the Electric Ballroom was not my choice, but rather somewhere I went because my friends wanted to go there. Because, you know, friends. Like the people you went to school with, except allowed to handle steel-bladed scissors?

This all suggests that you are a less than reasonably able reader. You also seem, so far, demonstrably a less than reasonably able writer.

There are many ways to carve out a niche on Barbelith, even with these twin problems. To become respected and valued, maybe even adored. You have managed, in a startlingly short space of time, to get people who don't even like me too well to think you're an asshole.

Learn.

Moving on - what do you think, fellas? Some people do at least still seem to be reading this - shall we continue?
 
 
Murray Hamhandler
17:38 / 30.09.02
Please do. Curiosity piqued. Many mysteries still left unsolved. Robert Stack would be most unpleased if you were to stop now, as would I.
 
 
Persephone
17:41 / 30.09.02
Continue!

...endless cycle of checking hat the tap and filter machine are turned off.

*wiping eyes*

What a thing to have in common with you, Haus. Why can't I read Greek instead?
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
17:50 / 30.09.02
Robert Stack? Apollo? My God - wouldn't do to let him down.

Give me a moment to collect myself and check that I haven't left the oven on...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
17:56 / 30.09.02
Continue, Haus (despite that Vila thing). You be good readin' (when cooked right).
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:26 / 30.09.02
Nah, don't stop now. This is a good thread. It's got Transformers and everything.
 
 
Lurid Archive
19:55 / 30.09.02
man who dances at Electric Ballroom is not intelligent enough to realise there are good clubs to go to in London

To be fair to Someone Else, I get confronted with this point of view all the time. People often like to tell me that, unlike myself, they like to go to good clubs and listen to good music. Yet I obstinately refuse to treat myself to the wonderment of musical dance joy that is to be found elsewhere. I just like being miserable, I suppose.

Of course, in wilfully disagreeing with Someone Else, one shouldn't confuse my views with those of Haus who points out that the

Electric Ballroom was not my choice, but rather somewhere I went because my friends wanted to go there

I mean, Haus is pretty liberal and all, but I think it is rather tasteless to suggest that he likes to go to these places. I'm sure that some of his best friends are goths, but that doesn't mean he is one.

Next Week: Why don't politicians make good decisions instead?
 
 
Lurid Archive
19:56 / 30.09.02
Just in case that last post gave the wrong impression, I would like to point out that, in my experience, Haus has always seemed very tolerant of the "darkly clad". He has drinks with them, talks to them freely and unselfconsciously. In short, he gives them the respect that he might demonstrate toward an equal.
 
 
Lurid Archive
20:04 / 30.09.02
Sorry. Yes, carry on Haus. Enjoying it immensely.
 
 
invisible_al
20:26 / 30.09.02
Well I can speak as someone who has seen the Haus of jumping up and down (In the Electric Ballroom no less) he does it rather well. Seems to worked out the elbows thing as well, much impressive arm movement unlike my own jump up and down, wave head mechanic.

And yes the EB is a bit crap Mr Else, but I don't go to clubs to be stylish I go to jump up and down to music and have fun. You know, fun?

As for the thread, bring it on, deep musings on Ultra Magnus are very welcome. Any theories on Battle Action Force, Baron Ironblood etc?
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
21:00 / 30.09.02
Well, quite. I probably wouldn't go to the EB for preference because a) I don't know how to dance to industrial music, b) I don't personally tend to listen to industrial music for fun and c) it's a bloody long way back from Camden. On that particular night I also had the problem that the only remotely Goth thing I was wearing was a huge flappy black rubber coat, the continued wearing of which would have killed me.

There's nothing quite like being the only person in casual slacks in a Goth nightclub. You just feel like a twat. Lots of "has somebody's dad come to pick them up?" looks.

This is no disrespect to our Goth brethren, whose courageous pursuit of their aesthetic in the face of the English Autumn I can but admire.

All of which leads us neatly to the next question, which concerned my "sartorial style".

Never thought I had one of those. As I mentioned, the office has no real appearance rules at all, so by Wednesday old ladies are usually giving me change and telling me that it's a terrible thing what that Thatcher did to the asylums. Which is actually pretty much fair - combinations of late nights, little food and never being bothered to shave unless I have to tend to mount up.

It also means that I often find my non-work clothes a lot neater than my work clothes. I favour three-piece suits, because tall men in two-piece suits always show acres of shirtfront, and because I loathe ironing. Always dark colours.

When casual, I tend to go for a sort of stealth thing - after dressing like a fop and a dandy at college, I think I am reacting against standing out any more than is absolutely unavoidable; nothing like four years of wandering around in leather trousers and Byron shirts to make all your friends buy you GAP vouchers for Christmas, I find. So, lots of utility stuff, and a lot of grey, with flashes of white, black and dark green. I like future fabrics, interesting ways to secure things, tactile clothing...the slightly forward-looking end of generic, I guess.

So, Helmut Lang is a big thing. I like Yoshi Yamamoto, but my head pops when the conversation turns to cost. 6876, some Felix Blow, Vexed Generation. I was very excited when Uniqlo opened, because conceptually they're exactly what I want - utterly indistinguishable ur-clothing that could be found literally anywhere in the world - but unfortunately the clothes themselves are largely rank. I should get some more Final Home at some point, but at the moment I have far too many clothes *anyway*, so can never find any (they are currently spread across three rooms of my flat), and end up just wearing the same stuff all the time, untill it is washed into fragments.

I like suits, though. You never need to worry about clashing in a suit, unless you have very odd hair or unfortunate taste in shirts.
 
 
Someone Else
07:13 / 01.10.02
Confucius he say... ah, fuck it. Is there anyone still reading this who doesn't suspect, somewhere in the dark recesses of their mind, that Haus is the most tediously self-obsessed pranny they've ever had the misfortune to read in their lives?

But do please carry on; most amusing...
 
 
illmatic
07:33 / 01.10.02
Well, it is an interview thread - he was nominated by a fair few people on the board after always being an interesting poster. Unlike you. Any "self-obsesion" shown has been invited by the voteres and particpants, and I find it an interesting read. Showing up and shouting random insults is shite in comparison. Who's making you read it? If you don't like it, fuck off.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
07:44 / 01.10.02
Well, quite. I must say I am finding the transition from Barbeloid who talks comparatively little about hirself to most tediously and rigorously documented Barbeloid on the board to be a strange one. And, Someone Else, you are quite right to observe that, were these not inquiries sent in by a jury of my peers, and were I simply holding forth on the magic that is me, it would mark me down as a very tiresome young person indeed.

It seems, however, that the existence of a list of questions I have been required to answer changes everything. Except, it would seem, the generally-held assumption that you are a twart. Hey ho.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
08:24 / 01.10.02
I did rather like the "oh, fuck it", though. As if Someone Else had stayed up all night, his Superman pyjamas getting progressively more rank and piss-stained, desperately trying to think of the *perfect*, neutron bomb put-down, and eventually thinking, "It's no good...I can't make it any less effortful. I just have to go with the clever Chinese philosopher gag and hope that the strain of deploying such a deadly weapon doesn't tear my brain from its hinges."

Still, onwards:

What has your education in poetry been? What has your education in etymology and all that other fun linguistic stuff? In foreign/classical languages? Did you study these in school? With your dad? On your own? All elaboration is welcome.

I think this has pretty much been covered - I had a fairly specific schooling, some home tutoring, and my parents were an English teacher, a History graduate and a Cultural Studies lecturer, so I was pretty much doomed from the start. And the Classical and fun linguistic stuff was college, where despite my best efforts to invent the four-year paraclausithyron I do seem to have picked up the odd thing.

One of my great regrets at the moment is that my time is too straitened and my brain too messy at the moment to keep up with all this stuff. I need a good teacher, or a decent goad.
Which is actually something top about Barbelith - it introduces stuff that I know nothing about and makes me want to find out more about it.

Although I don't know that much about etymology at all - if you have a little Latin and less Greek you can usually get by. Likewise poetry in English - although I know what I like. What I like at the moment, as anyone at KCK's leaving do could tell you, is a collection of poems inspired by Star Trek, published by Iron Books, which is fucking deadly -

And now,
Thirty years on,
We follow the new adventures
Of the next generation.
But you,
Pete Watkins,
Who was good at football,
Who the girls all fancied,
Who called me Spock for seven solid years,
Do you still play football?
So who wins?
Eh?
Eh?
 
 
Someone Else
10:24 / 01.10.02
I am indeed a twart, Haus, and a drunken twart with a very poor sense of humour (Confucius jokes were very popular at my primary school). But I am a Jarvis Cocker twart, whereas you are a Michael Jackson twart. You will recall that 'Jacko' was asked, like you, to perform at that now infamous awards ceremony. The fact that his presence was requested did not prevent him revealing himself to be odious, deluded and self-obsessed. But do, carry on, tell us more about your fascinating life. It's brightening up my afternoon.
 
 
Smoothly
10:31 / 01.10.02
*cough* attention seeker *cough*
 
 
The Natural Way
10:40 / 01.10.02
At the risk of bogging up this thread even further: Grow up Someone Else, you fucking prick.

Talk about "attention seeking".....
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
10:42 / 01.10.02
Someone Else, would you mind not doing that? Trading pointless and ineffectual insults with Haus is my role on Barbelith. It also helps to do it when he's not actually one hundred percent right, as now, because he's very good at it and the confluence of natural ability and actual strength of argument is tough to beat.

That's not the issue, however. The simple fact is that there's this thing going on here called an 'interview', and one of the basic things about these things (and I know it's sometimes hard to glean this from political television) is that the 'interviewee' actually has to answer questions about themselves and their opinions posed by others. You'll notice that the topic abstract says 'Responses to Barbinterview questions.' Haus is playing the game by the rules. If you don't want to read his answers - and I have to confess I haven't read every word myself - go do something else.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
10:44 / 01.10.02
And doing so well until the unnecessary comma after "do". Hello, Solaris. Still bitter, then? Didn't enjoy the holiday in Selfawaria? Turned back at the border, you say? Very sad.

As a matter of interest, and because 3 pages of me talking about myself and Special School over there seeking attention is a bit hardcore, how *am* I coming across? I know that's a bit "but enough about me, let's talk about me", but it's back to the presentation of character in text, which is a topic of constant interest.
 
 
Ethan Hawke
11:55 / 01.10.02
I'll admit I'm enthralled, partially because I didn't really expect you to answer these questions as directly as you have. The main impression I had of you was someone who (at least online; of course we have not met) had a morbid fear of being pigeonholed or pinned down.
 
 
Persephone
11:58 / 01.10.02
At home we say, "But enough about me. Let's talk about my novel." Honest assessment: you started out a little cagey and defensive. The thing about the North American dictionaries made me cry. But then you clarified that and since then you've seemed more relaxed and --dare I say-- lovable. And really, the jabby people couldn't be doing a better job for you if you were paying them.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
12:37 / 01.10.02
"But enough about me, let's talk about my novel candor", possibly...

Have you any published poetry or fiction to your name?

Yes to both, but nothing anyone would have heard of, and I think I've made more out of entering competitions than entering writing. And, thankfully, I realised fairly early on that I'm probably not good enough at either to justify the violence to trees. But don't quote me on that if my "Quest of the Runepunch" breaks its twentieth printing.

As honestly as you can answer, what do you think this board would be like without you?

I've always been of the mind that there are some people as posts more regularly than others, and some as post more regularly for longer than others. So, Jack Fear or Flyboy have been around longer, but no longer post as much. Mordant Carnival has not been around as long, but posts a lot, and so on. In which terms the question is very much like "What woudl the board be like without Ganesh", or Umeboshi/plumsbitch/platforms, or Nick, or any of the other people who are or have in times past been prolific posters. In general, it seems to adapt fairly quickly. People just seem important at the time because they are around a lot.

I *do* think people would probably argue more, and that the Head Shop would be a bit more diffuse, but that's about all I can think of.
 
  

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