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Been getting sniped left and right on novels, so I'd better take a backup here. Maybe I could take something with more literary snobbery attached to it :) , but I simply love this book.28.20 Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison (Novel)From Wiki:

Invisible Man is a novel written by Ralph Ellison, and the only one that he published during his lifetime. It won him the National Book Award in 1953. The novel addresses many of the social and intellectual issues facing African-Americans in the early twentieth century, including black nationalism, the relationship between black identity and Marxism, and the reformist racial policies of Booker T. Washington, as well as issues of individuality and personal identity.Time magazine included the novel in its TIME 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.
Quality pick. It's on my list of personal top 10 favs. Love it.ETA: Also, this was the novel I was talking about when I said Dostoevsky's Underground Man influenced African-American novels. Ellison said a few times that he was a huge fan of Dostoevsky and that the protagonist of Invisible Man was an Underground Man. :thumbup:
 
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29.07 (567th pick) - Madama Butterfly - Opera (Play)

Puccini

stum chor 3:20

2:50Un Bel Di Vedremo (Felicia Weathers amazing 1993 recording) 4:16 (Abrantes - check it out @ 3:03)

One good day, we will see

Arising a strand of smoke

Over the far horizon on the sea

And then the ship appears

And then the ship is white

It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute

Do you see it? He is coming!

I don't go down to meet him, not I

I stay upon the edge of the hill

And I wait a long time

but I do not grow weary of the long wait

Just...sublime...heartbreaking...

Madama Butterfly (Madame Butterfly) is an opera in three acts (originally two acts) by Giacomo Puccini, with an Italian libretto by Luigi Illica and Giuseppe Giacosa.

Overview

Puccini based his opera in part on the short story "Madame Butterfly" (1898) by John Luther Long, which was dramatized by David Belasco. Puccini also based it on the novel Madame Chrysanthème (1887) by Pierre Loti. According to American scholar Arthur Groos, the opera was based on events that actually occurred in Nagasaki in the early 1890s.

The original version of the opera, in two acts, premiered on February 17, 1904, at La Scala in Milan. It was very poorly received despite the presence of such notable singers as soprano Rosina Storchio, tenor Giovanni Zenatello and baritone Giuseppe De Luca in the lead roles. This was due in large part to the late completion and inadequate time for rehearsals. Puccini revised the opera, splitting the second act into two acts and making other changes. On May 28, 1904, this version was performed in Brescia and was a huge success.

The opera is set in the city of Nagasaki. Japan's best-known opera singer Tamaki Miura won international fame for her performances as Cio-Cio San; her statue, along with that of Puccini, can be found in Nagasaki's Glover Garden.

The opera is a staple of the standard operatic repertoire by companies around the world and is the most-performed opera in the United States, where it ranks as Number 1 in Opera America's list of the 20 most-performed operas in North America.

Version history

Puccini wrote five versions of the opera. The original version was in two acts and premiered on February 17, 1904, at La Scala in Milan. After the disastrous premiere at La Scala, Puccini withdrew the opera and rewrote it substantially in three acts. This second version was performed on May 28, 1904, in Brescia, where it was a great success.

In 1906, Puccini wrote a third version, which was performed at the Metropolitan Opera in New York. In 1907, Puccini made several changes in the orchestral and vocal scores, and this became the fourth version, which was performed in Paris.

Finally in 1907, Puccini made his final revisions to the opera in a fifth version, which has become known as the "standard version".

Today, the standard version of the opera is the version most often performed around the world. However, the original 1904 version is occasionally performed as well.

Performance history

National premieres of the standard version include:

Buenos Aires, 2 July 1904; first performance in Argentina

London, 10 July 1905, Covent Garden: first performance in England

New York, 12 November 1906 (in English): first performance in the United States

Sydney, 26 March 1910, Royal Theatre: first performance in Australia

Synopsis (standard version)

This is a synopsis of the standard version of the opera, with its arias, duets, trios, choruses, etc. The synopsis is organized into the 34 tracks that comprise most recordings.

Time: 1904.

Place: Nagasaki, Japan.

Act 1

2. E soffitto e pareti (“And ceiling and walls”). As the curtain rises, Pinkerton, a U.S. Naval Officer, and Goro, a Japanese marriage broker, are inspecting a small house, which sits on a hill and overlooks the bay. Goro has found the house for Pinkerton and his bride, and Goro is showing him the house, with its sliding doors and small garden. The butler, the cook and the bride’s maid, Suzuki, enter the garden and are introduced to Pinkerton. After they leave, Goro tells Pinkerton that everything is now ready and that his bride, Butterfly, will arrive soon, as will the American Consul, the marriage Registrar and all the bride’s relatives, except her uncle. Her uncle is a priest and refuses to attend the wedding ceremony. Sharpless, the American Consul, has climbed up the hill from the city. He enters the garden, greets Pinkerton and Goro, and admires the view that overlooks Nagasaki’s harbor and the sea. Pinkerton tells Sharpless that he has just purchased the little house for 999 years, with the right every month to cancel the agreement. Pinkerton explains that, in Japan, the law is very loose.

3. Dovunque al mondo (“Throughout the world”). With echoes of the Star Spangled Banner, Pinkerton tells Sharpless that, throughout the world, the Yankee wanderer is not satisfied until he captures the flowers of every shore and the love of every beautiful woman. “So I am marrying in the Japanese style: for 999 years, but with the right to cancel the marriage each month”. Sharpless is critical of Pinkerton’s beliefs, but they stand and agree, “America forever”. Pinkerton tells Goro to bring Butterfly to him. When Goro leaves, Sharpless asks Pinkerton if he is really in love.

4. Amore o grillo (“Love or fancy”). Pinkerton admits to Sharpless that he does not know whether he is really in love or just infatuated, but he is bewitched with Butterfly’s innocence, charm and beauty, like a butterfly fluttering around and then landing with silent grace, so beautiful “that I must have her, even though I injure her butterfly wings”. Sharpless tells Pinkerton that he heard Butterfly speak, when she visited the Consulate, and he asks Pinkerton not to pluck off her delicate wings. However, Pinkerton tells Sharpless that he will do “no great harm, even if Butterfly falls in love.” Sharpless takes his glass of whisky and offers a toast to Pinkerton’s family at home, to which Pinkerton adds, “and to the day when I will have a real wedding and marry a real American bride.” Goro re-enters to tell Pinkerton and Sharpless that Butterfly’s friends are coming.

6. Gran ventura (“May good fortune attend you”). Butterfly greets Pinkerton, who asks about her difficult climb up the hill. Butterfly says that, for a happy bride, the wait is even more difficult. Pinkerton thanks her for the compliment but cuts her off as she continues to make others. Butterfly tells Pinkerton and Sharpless that her family is from Nagasaki and was once very wealthy.

7. L’Imperial Commissario (“The Imperial Commissioner”). Goro announces the arrival of both the Grand Commissioner and the Registrar of marriages. Butterfly greets her relatives, who have arrived for the wedding. Pinkerton laughs at the sight and whispers to Sharpless, “This is a farce: all these will be my new relatives for only a month.” Sharpless tells him that, even though he considers the marriage contract a farce, she considers it very real. Meanwhile, Butterfly tells her relatives how much she loves Pinkerton. One of her cousins says that Goro first offered Pinkerton to her, but she said refused. Butterfly’s relatives say that he’s like a king, so rich and so handsome, and then, at a sign from Butterfly, all her friends and relatives bow to Pinkerton and talk out to the garden. Pinkerton takes Butterfly’s hand and leads her into the house.

8. Vieni, amor mio! (“Come, my love!”). From her sleeve, Butterfly brings out to show Pinkerton all of her treasures, which include only a few handkerchiefs, a mirror, a sash, and other trinkets. Then she shows him a long, narrow case, which she tells him holds her only sacred treasure, but she cannot open it, because there are too many people around. Goro whispers to Pinkerton that the case contains a “gift” from the Mikado to Butterfly’s father, inviting him to commit hara-kiri. Butterfly continues to show Pinkerton her other little treasures, including several little statues: “They are the spirits of my ancestors.”

9. Iera son salita tutta sola (“Yesterday, I went all alone”). Butterfly tells Pinkerton that yesterday, in secret and without telling her uncle, who is a Buddhist priest, the Bonze, she went to the Consulate, where she abandoned her ancestral religion and converted to Pinkerton’s religion. “I am following my destiny and, full of humility, bow to Mr. Pinkerton’s God.”

10. Tutti zitti (“Quiet everyone”). Everything is ready, and Goro tells everyone to be quiet. The Commissioner conducts the brief ceremony and witnesses Pinkerton and Butterfly sign the official papers.

11. Madama Butterfly (“Madam Butterfly”). The wedding celebration begins, and everyone wishes happiness to the new couple. After a short while, Sharpless pleads with Pinkerton not to be cruel, and he leaves with the Commissioner and the Registrar. Pinkerton, Butterfly and their guests continue the celebration with many toasts.

12. Cio-Cio San! (“Cio-Cio San”). The toasts are interrupted by an angry voice offstage, saying “Cio-Cio San! Cio-Cio San! You are damned.” Butterfly’s uncle, the Bonze, has discovered that Butterfly has renounced her ancestral religion, and he has arrived to deliver his curse. He stands over Butterfly, shouting his curses at her, when Pinkerton intervenes to stop him. The Bonze is shocked at the American, and he orders all the guests to leave with him, saying to Butterfly, “You have renounced us, and we renounce you.” All the guests shout their renunciation as they rush away. The night is falling. Butterfly is weeping. Pinkerton consoles her.

13. Bimba, Bimba, non piangere (“Sweetheart, sweetheart, do not weep”). (This begins the famous long love duet, which ends Act I.) Pinkerton tells Butterfly that “All your relatives and all the priests in Japan are not worth the tears from your loving, beautiful eyes.” Butterfly smiles through her tears, “You mean that? I won’t cry any more. And I do not worry about their curses, because your words sound so sweet.” They hear Suzuki offstage, saying her evening prayers.

13A. Viene la sera (“Night is falling”). (The long duet continues.) Pinkerton tells Butterfly that the “Night is falling”, and Butterfly answers that “with it comes darkness and peace.” Pinkerton claps his hands, and the three servants enter and close up the house. Then Suzuki helps Butterfly dress for her wedding night. Pinkerton watches Butterfly, as she watches him, but her happiness is tempered, as “still the angry voice curses me. Butterfly is renounced — renounced but happy”.

14. Bimba dagli occhi (“Sweetheart, with eyes…”). (The long duet continues.) Pinkerton admires the beautiful Butterfly and tells her, “you have not yet told me that you love me.” Butterfly replies that she does not want to say the words, “for fear of dying at hearing them!” She tells him that now she is happy.

15. Vogliatemi bene (“Love me, please.”). (The long duet concludes.) Butterfly pleads with Pinkerton to “Love me, please.” She asks whether it is true that, in foreign lands, a man will catch a butterfly and pin its wings to a table. Pinkerton admits that it is true but explains, “Do you know why? So that she’ll not fly away.” He embraces her and says, “I have caught you. You are mine.” She replies, “Yes, for life.”

Act 2

16. E Izaghi e Izanami (“And Izanagi and Izanami”). As the curtain opens, three years have passed. Suzuki kneels in front of a Buddha, praying that Butterfly will stop crying. Butterfly hears and tells her that the Japanese gods are fat and lazy, and that the American God will answer quickly, if only he knows where they are living. Suzuki tells Butterfly that their money has almost run out and, if Pinkerton does not return quickly, they will suffer in a bad way. Butterfly assures Suzuki that Pinkerton will return, because he took care to arrange for the Consul to pay the rent and to fit the house with locks to keep out the mosquitoes, relatives and troubles. Suzuki tells Butterfly that foreign husbands never return to their Japanese wives, but Butterfly replies furiously that Pinkerton assured her, on the very last morning they were together, “Oh, Butterfly, my little wife, I shall return with the roses, when the earth is full of joy, when the robin makes his nest.” Suzuki begins quietly to weep.

17. Un bel dì (“One beautiful day”). Butterfly says that, “one beautiful day”, they will see a puff of smoke on the far horizon. Then a ship will appear and enter the harbor. She will not go down to meet him but will wait on the hill for him to come. After a long time, she will see in the far distance a man beginning the walk out of the city and up the hill. When he arrives, he will call “Butterfly” from a distance, but she will not answer, partly for fun and partly not to die from the excitement of the first meeting. Then he will speak the names he used to call her: “Little one. Dear wife. Orange blossom.” Butterfly promises Suzuki that this will happen. Suzuki departs, as Sharpless and Goro arrive in the garden.

18. C’e. Entrate. (“She’s there. Go in.”). Sharpless greets her, “Excuse me, Madam Butterfly.” Without looking to see who is speaking, Butterfly corrects him, “Madam Pinkerton, please.” As she turns and sees that it is Sharpless who has spoken, she exclaims in happiness, “My very dear Consul. Welcome to this American home.” Sharpless draws a letter from his pocket and tells her, “Benjamin Franklin Pinkerton has written to me.” Sharpless tells her that Pinkerton is perfectly well, and she says, “I am the happiest woman in Japan.” Butterfly asks him, “When do the robins make their nests in America?” The question confuses Sharpless, so Butterfly explains that Pinkerton promised to return to her “when the robin builds his nest again.” She says that, in Japan, the robin has already built his nest three times, and she asks if “over there he nests less frequently.” Sharpless tells her that he does not know, because he has not studied ornithology. At this, Butterfly hears Goro laugh, and she whispers to Sharpless that Goro is a bad man. She tells him that, after Pinkerton left, Goro came to her many times “with presents to palm off this or that husband on me.” She says that Goro now wants her to agree to marry the wealthy man, Yamadori, who then is arriving with his entourage.

19. Yamadori, ancor le pene (“Yamadori, are you not yet…”). Butterfly sees Yamadori and asks him if he is not going to give up pursuing her, because “You have already had many different wives.” Yamadori admits that he married all of them, but says that he divorced them too. In the meantime, Sharpless gives up trying to read Pinkerton’s letter to Butterfly, and he puts the letter back in his pocket. Goro tells Sharpless that Butterfly thinks that she is still married. Butterfly hears this and says, “I don’t think I am; I am.” When Goro tries to tell her about the Japanese law of marriage, Butterfly interrupts and tells him that the Japanese law is not the law of her country, the United States. She tells Goro that she understands how easy divorce is under Japanese law, “but in America, you cannot do that.” She turns sharply and asks Sharpless, “Am I correct?” Sharpless is embarrassed and must admit that she is correct. Butterfly turns triumphantly to Suzuki and asks that she serve tea. Yamadori, Sharpless and Goro quietly discuss Butterfly’s blindness. Goro whispers that Pinkerton’s ship is expected to arrive soon, and Sharpless explains that Pinkerton is too embarrassed to meet Butterfly and has asked Sharpless to handle it. Yamadori departs with his grand entourage, and Goro follows. Sharpless remains, sits next to Butterfly, and takes the letter out of his pocket once more.

20. Ora a noi. (“Now for us.”). Sharpless begins to read Pinkerton’s letter to Butterfly: “My friend, will you find that lovely flower of a girl…” Butterfly cannot control her happiness, as he continues, “since that happy times, three years have passed, and Butterfly perhaps does not remember me anymore.” Butterfly looks at Suzuki and says, “I don’t remember him? Suzuki, you tell him!” Sharpless continues, “If she still loves me, if she awaits me, I place myself in your hands so that you may carefully and considerately prepare her …” Butterfly exclaims, “He is coming! When? Soon! Soon!” Sharpless cannot continue. He puts the letter away, muttering to himself, “that devil Pinkerton!” Sharpless asks her gently, “Butterfly, what would you do if he never returned?” Butterfly is shocked.

21. Due cose potrei far (“Two things I could do”). Butterfly cries that, if Pinkerton never returned, she would go back to entertaining people with her songs, or, better, die. Sharpless pleads with her to accept the rich offer from Yamadori. Butterfly is upset with Sharpless and instructs Suzuki to show him out. As he begins to leave, Butterfly stops him, apologizes for her anger, and explains that his questions have hurt her “so very, very much!” Then she goes into another room and returns, carrying a child.

22. Ah! M’ha scordata? (“Ah! He has forgotten me?”). Butterfly returns and shows Sharpless her child. Sharpless asks if Pinkerton knows, and Butterfly says, “No. The child was born when he was away in his big country.” She asks Sharpless to write and tell him that his son waits for him. “And then we shall see if he does not hurry over land and sea!” Butterfly kneels in front of her son and asks him, “Do you know that that gentleman had dared to think that your mother would take you in her arms and walk to town, through the wind and rain, to earn your bread and clothes. And she would stretch out her arms to the pitying crowd, crying ‘Listen! Listen to my sad song, For an unhappy mother, your charity. Take pity! And Butterfly – oh, horrible destiny – will dance for you! And as she used to do, the Geisha will sing for you. And her joyful, happy song will end in a sob!” She kneels in front of Sharpless and says that she will never do that, “that trade which leads to dishonor. Death! Death! Never more to dance! Rather would I cut short my life! Ah! Death!”

23. Io scendo al piano. (“I will go now.") Sharpless finally says, “I will go now.” Butterfly gives him her hand and this her child’s. Sharpless asks the child his name, and Butterfly answers for him, “Today my name is Sorrow. But write and tell Daddy that, the day he returns, my name will be Joy.” Sharpless promises to tell Pinkerton. Offstage, Suzuki can be heard shouting, “Snake. Damned toad!” Suzuki enters, pulling Goro with her, and she tells Butterfly, “He buzzes around, the snake. Every day he tells the four winds that no one knows who is the child’s father!” Goro explains that, in America, when a child is born with a curse, he will always be rejected by everyone. In a rage, Butterfly runs to the shrine, seizes the dagger and threatens to stab him, “You are lying! You are lying! Say that again, and I will kill you!” Goro flees. Suzuki takes the child to the other room. Butterfly replaces the dagger, goes to her son and says, “You’ll see, my darling. My Sorrow. You will see, your savior will take us far, far away to his land.”

24. Il cannone del porto! (“The cannon at the harbor!"). Just then a cannon shot is heard. Suzuki and Butterfly watch from the hill as the ship enters the harbor and drops anchor. Then Butterfly sees that the ship is the Abraham Lincoln, and she tells Suzuki, “They were all lying! All of them! I alone knew. Only I, who love him.” She continues, “My love, my faith, triumphs completely! He has returned, and he loves me!” She tells Suzuki to prepare a fragrant bath and asks how long she will have to wait for him. “An hour? Two hours, perhaps? The house must be filled with flowers. Everywhere. As the night is full of stars!” Butterfly tells Suzuki to gather all the flowers.

25. Tutti i fior? (“All the flowers?"). Suzuki asks, “All the flowers?” Butterfly says yes, all the flowers from all the bushes and plants and trees. “I want the whole fragrance of Spring in here.” They continue to gather flowers and place them everywhere.

26. Or vienmi ad adornar (“Now come to adorn me"). Finally, Butterfly sits at her dressing table and tells Suzuki, “Now, come and adorn me. No, first bring me the child.” She puts a touch of rouge on her own and on her child’s cheeks and then, as Suzuki does her hair, asks her, “What will they say? My uncle, the priest? All so happy at my misery! And Yamadori, with his pursuit? Ridiculed, disgraced, made foolish, the hateful things!” Butterfly dons the same dress that she wore as a bride, while Suzuki dresses her child. Butterfly tells Suzuki that she wants Pinkerton to see her dressed as she was on the first day “and a red poppy in my hair.”

27. Coro a bocca chiusa ("Humming chorus"). Butterfly, her child and Suzuki begin the long wait for Pinkerton to come, as the night falls. Suzuki and the baby soon fall asleep, but Butterfly keeps her vigil.

Act 3

28. Oh eh! Oh eh! (“Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!”). As the curtain rises, Suzuki and the baby are asleep, but Butterfly remains standing. Distant voices are heard from the bay. Sailors are singing, “Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!” The sun rises and fills Butterfly’s house with light.

29. Gia il sole! (“It is morning now!”). Suzuki awakes and is very sad. Butterfly tells her that “He will come.” Then she carries her sleeping child into the other room and tells him to sleep, while she too falls asleep. Suzuki waits in the front room and hears a knock at the door. Pinkerton and Sharpless have arrived, but Pinkerton tells Suzuki not to wake Butterfly and asks how Butterfly knew that Pinkerton had arrived. Suzuki tells him that, for the last three years, Butterfly has studied every ship that entered the port. Sharpless tells Pinkerton, “Did I not tell you so?” Suzuki sees a strange woman in the garden, learns from Sharpless that she is Pinkerton’s wife and collapses to her knees in shock.

30. Io so che alle sue pene (“I know that her pain”). While Pinkerton looks at the flowers, the picture of himself and the room that has remained unchanged for three years, Sharpless tells Suzuki that they can do nothing for Butterfly but that they must help her child. Sharpless tells her that Pinkerton’s wife wants to care for the child. Suzuki goes into the garden to meet Pinkerton’s new wife, while Sharpless reminds Pinkerton, “I told you, didn’t I? Do you remember? When she gave you her hand: ‘Take care’, I said, ‘she believes in you’. She has been waiting for you.” Pinkerton admits his wrong and leaves Sharpless to tell Butterfly the shameful news.

31. Addio, fiorito asil (“Farewell, flowery refuge”). Pinkerton says “Farewell, flowery refuge of happiness and of love, her gentle face will always haunt me, torturing me endlessly.” He tells Sharpless that he cannot stand his reproach because he is a coward, and Pinkerton quickly leaves, as Suzuki and Kate enter from the garden. Kate is telling Suzuki to assure Butterfly that Kate will look after her child like her own son.

32. Suzuki! Suzuki! (“Suzuki! Suzuki!”). From offstage, Butterfly calls for Suzuki and then enters the room. As she enters, Kate retreats to the garden, so that she will not be seen. She asks Suzuki why she is crying, and then she sees Sharpless and the woman in the garden. She tells Suzuki, “Suzuki, you are so kind. Do not cry. You love me so much. Tell me softly, just ‘yes’ or ‘no’ … Is he alive?” When Suzuki answers, “yes”, Butterfly understands that Pinkerton is not coming for her and that Kate is his new wife. Butterfly realizes that she must give up her son, and Kate asks her forgiveness. Finally, Butterfly tells Kate, “I will give my child to her only if he comes himself. In half an hour, come up the hill again.” Suzuki escorts Kate and Sharpless out, and Butterfly falls weeping.

33. Come una mosca (“Like a little fly”). Butterfly stands, sees Suzuki and tells her to close up the house, because it is too light and spring-like. Then she orders her to go to the other room where the child is playing. Butterfly then kneels before the statue of Buddha and prays to her ancestral gods. She rises, takes down her father’s knife, kisses the blade, and reads the inscription.

34. Con onor muore (“To die with honor”). Butterfly reads the inscription on her father’s knife: “Who cannot live with honor must die with honor.” Butterfly’s child enters, but Suzuki does not. Butterfly tells her child not to feel sorrow for his mother’s desertion but to keep a faint memory of his mother’s face. She bids him farewell, seats him on the floor and blindfolds him gently. She takes the knife and walks behind the screen. The knife clatters to the floor as Butterfly staggers from behind the screen with a scarf around her neck. She kisses her child and collapses. From outside, Pinkerton cries, “Butterfly!”

 
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Madame Buttefly is an acceptable pick but I wish you hadn't made it. I have no idea how to measure opera against other theatre. Gonna be interesting...
 
Madame Buttefly is an acceptable pick but I wish you hadn't made it. I have no idea how to measure opera against other theatre. Gonna be interesting...
We discussed Opera in the original thread; at one time we even kicked around having five (rodg12: 5? really? 5 operas??) :mellow: :confused:

It's a placeholder for now; may move it to Wild Card later.

Would be silly to ask wikkidpissah to evaluate 34 tracks as a composition.

 
29.04 James Brown- Live At The Apollo! (1963) (Album)
Nice one. Saw JB in Italy back in the mid-80s...forget the name of the tour, Monsters of Rock or something cheesy like that. Bo Diddley, Muddy Waters, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry...I am def having a senior moment here, there were one or two more*. Anyway, James had the crowd all hyped up - and this was a soccer stadium with a good 40,000. Was pretty impressive seeing an 50+ year old man do the splits - and get on up after he did it. He was def the high energy performance of the show.Also, this answers the Q I meant to ask way back when...anthology/compilation/greatest hits albums are out; however, live albums are OK.

*ETA: B.B. King! JFC I'm not even 50 yet and I can't remember anything anymore.

 
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I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

Ill make you so sure about it...

29.06 The Beach Boys' God Only Knows (Song)

This hasn't been picked yet? What's wrong with y'all???

Some of the greatest harmonies ever.
Jesus freakin' Christ, this is only pretty much the best song ever.ETA: WTF.

 
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Been getting sniped left and right on novels, so I'd better take a backup here. Maybe I could take something with more literary snobbery attached to it :) , but I simply love this book.



28.20 Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison (Novel)

From Wiki:

Invisible Man is a novel written by Ralph Ellison, and the only one that he published during his lifetime. It won him the National Book Award in 1953. The novel addresses many of the social and intellectual issues facing African-Americans in the early twentieth century, including black nationalism, the relationship between black identity and Marxism, and the reformist racial policies of Booker T. Washington, as well as issues of individuality and personal identity.

Time magazine included the novel in its TIME 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.
Quality pick. It's on my list of personal top 10 favs. Love it.ETA: Also, this was the novel I was talking about when I said Dostoevsky's Underground Man influenced African-American novels. Ellison said a few times that he was a huge fan of Dostoevsky and that the protagonist of Invisible Man was an Underground Man. :shrug:
I also learned in looking for write-ups that T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land (sniped by Abrantes) inspired him as well. How cool is that?
 
OK, with my next pick, I'm going to continue with my Jewish theme...

Not really.

29.04 James Brown- Live At The Apollo! (1963) (Album)

From Allmusic:

An astonishing record of James and the Flames tearing the roof off the sucker at the mecca of R&B theatres, New York's Apollo. When King Records owner Syd Nathan refused to fund the recording, thinking it commercial folly, Brown single-mindedly proceeded anyway, paying for it out of his own pocket. He had been out on the road night after night for a while, and he knew that the magic that was part and parcel of a James Brown show was something no record had ever caught. Hit follows hit without a pause — "I'll Go Crazy," "Try Me," "Think," "Please Please Please," "I Don't Mind," "Night Train," and more. The affirmative screams and cries of the audience are something you've never experienced unless you've seen the Brown Revue in a Black theater. If you have, I need not say more; if you haven't, suffice to say that this should be one of the very first records you ever own.
While it's not my personal favorite live album, it's naturally way up there. As Tim stated, Soul Brotha #1 has the crowd groovin' and swooning within seconds, and the cathartic power of the extended "I Lost Someone" is out of this world. Just amazing.OWWWWWW!

 
MisfitBlondes said:
I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

Ill make you so sure about it...

29.06 The Beach Boys' God Only Knows (Song)

This hasn't been picked yet? What's wrong with y'all???

Some of the greatest harmonies ever.
Jesus freakin' Christ, this is only pretty much the best song ever.ETA: WTF.
:) I'll be honest, I had never even heard of this song until now so I just listened to it...it's really yucky. :)
:shrug:
 
MisfitBlondes said:
I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

Ill make you so sure about it...

29.06 The Beach Boys' God Only Knows (Song)

This hasn't been picked yet? What's wrong with y'all???

Some of the greatest harmonies ever.
Jesus freakin' Christ, this is only pretty much the best song ever.ETA: WTF.
:bs: I'll be honest, I had never even heard of this song until now so I just listened to it...it's really yucky. :X
:shrug:
:) :)
 
Been getting sniped left and right on novels, so I'd better take a backup here. Maybe I could take something with more literary snobbery attached to it :thumbup: , but I simply love this book.



28.20 Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison (Novel)

From Wiki:

Invisible Man is a novel written by Ralph Ellison, and the only one that he published during his lifetime. It won him the National Book Award in 1953. The novel addresses many of the social and intellectual issues facing African-Americans in the early twentieth century, including black nationalism, the relationship between black identity and Marxism, and the reformist racial policies of Booker T. Washington, as well as issues of individuality and personal identity.

Time magazine included the novel in its TIME 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.
Quality pick. It's on my list of personal top 10 favs. Love it.ETA: Also, this was the novel I was talking about when I said Dostoevsky's Underground Man influenced African-American novels. Ellison said a few times that he was a huge fan of Dostoevsky and that the protagonist of Invisible Man was an Underground Man. :lmao:
I also learned in looking for write-ups that T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land (sniped by Abrantes) inspired him as well. How cool is that?
Ellison was an extraordinarily erudite man. While he never really completed another novel (I don't count Juneteeth, which was never finished and isn't supposed to be that good), he was a great essayist and (from what I hear) good teacher too. I wish I still had the link to a recent article on the writing of Invisible Man (google turned up nada; I originally found it at Arts & Letters Daily) - it details how insane of a process Ellison used to write the novel. Everything had to have an elaborate symbolic significance for him, down to almost every tiny detail. He left little room for free association in the creative process - it all had to be rigorously mapped out before he sat down to type. This is why it took him 7 years to write it. This is also why I suspect he became a masterful essayist, but couldn't write another novel worth a crap. His writing process just wasn't conducive to novel writing. It's amazing he ever finished Invisible Man.

 
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Honestly, I was torn between House of The Rising Sun and God Only Knows several rounds back, and wasn't planning on taking two songs from the time period due to the limited room in the song category, but it just feels wrong to let it slip any further. Didn't expect to get both.

MB:

:lmao:

 
MisfitBlondes said:
Honestly, I was torn between House of The Rising Sun and God Only Knows several rounds back, and wasn't planning on taking two songs from the time period due to the limited room in the song category, but it just feels wrong to let it slip any further. Didn't expect to get both.

MB:

:goodposting:
Mock me all you want, I really don't see anything special about that song. It sounds like one of those songs that people accept as being great because saying it isn't is frowned upon. I find that happens with a lot of music from that era...people are afraid to actually speak their mind about it and say that it just doesn't age as well as we are led to believe. :lmao:
:lol: Didn't mean it as mocking. You're just about the last person I'd expect to take some light ribbing as anything serious.As for the song, there's no accounting for taste, which is why I'm not trying to argue you into liking it.

 
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YOU PICK NOW!

 
My biggest problem with picking a painting is there are so many great paintings left. There is one masterpiece after another still left. I have no idea how BL will even begin to judge this category. And for that reason, it is kind of silly to pick a painting, but here I am just doing that. But at least I am getting a great one.

29.01 Liberty Leading the People or in French: La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix

This work is unlike others by Delacroix, who was especially drawn to exotic subjects. His compositions inspired by contemporary events were rare.

In July 1830, three days of riots known as “Les Trois Glorieuses” led to the downfall of Charles X and the enthronement of Louis-Philip, despite a vain attempt by the people of Paris to re-establish the Republic on 28 July, the day celebrated here. The belltowers of Notre-Dame situate the scene behind the huge barricade, already piled with corpses. Striding over the top, Phrygian bonnet on her head and rifle in hand, the allegorical figure of the Republic waves the tricolor flag and urges the people to follow her. The different classes of society can be recognized from the clothes in which they are dressed. Political awareness is epitomized by the boy, the emblematic Parisian street urchin and forerunner of Victor Hugo’s character Gavroche, who takes his destiny into his own hands despite his young age.

This powerful, innovative painting caused an uproar at the Salon of 1831. The freedom of the artist’s brushwork depicted the Republic not as a symbolic image but as a real woman — dirty, half-naked, and hirsute. Only smooth-skinned, allegorical nudity was acceptable! This forceful work also heralded the critical function of contemporary art. Louis-Philip grasped the message only too well: he purchased the painting to commemorate his accession to the throne, then hid it away so that its subversiveness could not turn against him.
Pic of painting
 
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My biggest problem with picking a painting is there are so many great paintings left. There is one masterpiece after another still left. I have no idea how BL will even begin to judge this category. And for that reason, it is kind of silly to pick a painting, but here I am just doing that. But at least I am getting a great one.

29.01 Liberty Leading the People or in French: La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix

This work is unlike others by Delacroix, who was especially drawn to exotic subjects. His compositions inspired by contemporary events were rare.

In July 1830, three days of riots known as “Les Trois Glorieuses” led to the downfall of Charles X and the enthronement of Louis-Philip, despite a vain attempt by the people of Paris to re-establish the Republic on 28 July, the day celebrated here. The belltowers of Notre-Dame situate the scene behind the huge barricade, already piled with corpses. Striding over the top, Phrygian bonnet on her head and rifle in hand, the allegorical figure of the Republic waves the tricolor flag and urges the people to follow her. The different classes of society can be recognized from the clothes in which they are dressed. Political awareness is epitomized by the boy, the emblematic Parisian street urchin and forerunner of Victor Hugo’s character Gavroche, who takes his destiny into his own hands despite his young age.

This powerful, innovative painting caused an uproar at the Salon of 1831. The freedom of the artist’s brushwork depicted the Republic not as a symbolic image but as a real woman — dirty, half-naked, and hirsute. Only smooth-skinned, allegorical nudity was acceptable! This forceful work also heralded the critical function of contemporary art. Louis-Philip grasped the message only too well: he purchased the painting to commemorate his accession to the throne, then hid it away so that its subversiveness could not turn against him.
Pic of painting
Nice one. Great depth in this cat but I was hoping this would go soon.
 
My biggest problem with picking a painting is there are so many great paintings left. There is one masterpiece after another still left. I have no idea how BL will even begin to judge this category. And for that reason, it is kind of silly to pick a painting, but here I am just doing that. But at least I am getting a great one.

29.01 Liberty Leading the People or in French: La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix

This work is unlike others by Delacroix, who was especially drawn to exotic subjects. His compositions inspired by contemporary events were rare.

In July 1830, three days of riots known as “Les Trois Glorieuses” led to the downfall of Charles X and the enthronement of Louis-Philip, despite a vain attempt by the people of Paris to re-establish the Republic on 28 July, the day celebrated here. The belltowers of Notre-Dame situate the scene behind the huge barricade, already piled with corpses. Striding over the top, Phrygian bonnet on her head and rifle in hand, the allegorical figure of the Republic waves the tricolor flag and urges the people to follow her. The different classes of society can be recognized from the clothes in which they are dressed. Political awareness is epitomized by the boy, the emblematic Parisian street urchin and forerunner of Victor Hugo’s character Gavroche, who takes his destiny into his own hands despite his young age.

This powerful, innovative painting caused an uproar at the Salon of 1831. The freedom of the artist’s brushwork depicted the Republic not as a symbolic image but as a real woman — dirty, half-naked, and hirsute. Only smooth-skinned, allegorical nudity was acceptable! This forceful work also heralded the critical function of contemporary art. Louis-Philip grasped the message only too well: he purchased the painting to commemorate his accession to the throne, then hid it away so that its subversiveness could not turn against him.
Pic of painting
So this is why they don't shave their pits over there. Quality pick.

 
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Jesus.

Who has the energy for this ####?
Just wanted to pay homage to the best post of the draft.So after I picked last night and finished posting I finally read through the days posts to see what went down. That was ridiculous.

EVERYONE - You may have noticied we never brangelina'ed up our team name. That is because I don't have a teammate; I offered him an equal partnership but he preferred Special Advisor. Therefore, I am the only one who can say whether Team BobbyLayne is or is not on autoskip.

Team BobbyLayne is on autoskip for the duration of the draft.

If one of us is around, we'll let everyone know we are here and ready to pick. Otherwise, move along, we'll catch up.

 
Jesus.

Who has the energy for this ####?
Just wanted to pay homage to the best post of the draft.So after I picked last night and finished posting I finally read through the days posts to see what went down. That was ridiculous.

EVERYONE - You may have noticied we never brangelina'ed up our team name. That is because I don't have a teammate; I offered him an equal partnership but he preferred Special Advisor. Therefore, I am the only one who can say whether Team BobbyLayne is or is not on autoskip.

Team BobbyLayne is on autoskip for the duration of the draft.

If one of us is around, we'll let everyone know we are here and ready to pick. Otherwise, move along, we'll catch up.
Thanks for getting my back, partner. Have I mentioned how this is a literary masterpiece? Take it the next round. :goodposting:
 
Jesus.

Who has the energy for this ####?
Just wanted to pay homage to the best post of the draft.So after I picked last night and finished posting I finally read through the days posts to see what went down. That was ridiculous.

EVERYONE - You may have noticied we never brangelina'ed up our team name. That is because I don't have a teammate; I offered him an equal partnership but he preferred Special Advisor. Therefore, I am the only one who can say whether Team BobbyLayne is or is not on autoskip.

Team BobbyLayne is on autoskip for the duration of the draft.

If one of us is around, we'll let everyone know we are here and ready to pick. Otherwise, move along, we'll catch up.
Thanks for getting my back, partner. Have I mentioned how this is a literary masterpiece? Take it the next round. :shock:
NO SPOTLIGHTING!


 
Making up my pick from Friday...

28.06 - Central Dogma of Molecular Biology - Scientific Discovery - Francis Crick

Basically, Crick described how the information in our DNA is translated, transcribed, etc. into the various proteins which we're made up of. I'll hand it off to wiki for the technicalities, as a biology minor can only take me so far.

The central dogma of molecular biology deals with the detailed residue-by-residue transfer of sequential information. It states that information cannot be transferred back from protein to either protein or nucleic acid.

In other words, 'once information gets into protein, it can't flow back to nucleic acid.'

The dogma is a framework for understanding the transfer of sequence information between sequential information-carrying biopolymers, in the most common or general case, in living organisms. There are 3 major classes of such biopolymers: DNA and RNA (both nucleic acids), and protein. There are 3×3 = 9 conceivable direct transfers of information that can occur between these. The dogma classes these into 3 groups of 3: 3 general transfers (believed to occur normally in most cells), 3 special transfers (known to occur, but only under specific conditions in case of some viruses or in a laboratory), and 3 unknown transfers (believed to never occur). The general transfers describe the normal flow of biological information: DNA can be copied to DNA (DNA replication), DNA information can be copied into mRNA, (transcription), and proteins can be synthesized using the information in mRNA as a template (translation).[2]
 
i'm out of the draft. for all intents & purposes, i'm out of the FFA.

Borderline Personality Disorder (look it up) used to be an aberration, the armor of those incapable of creating positive feeling about themselves. now it is a lifestyle choice. there's a reason for that & one need look no farther than the face one shaves/tweezes in the morning. morality lies not in a church, decency not in a crusade. to have what we must to succeed as a society, each heart & soul must be defended and kept worthy of that defense. the first step in that vigilence is paying attention to one's surroundings to see where one can contribute, correct those who obstruct. the last is to invest enough of oneself to be of aid in the flow of human discourse. it's just as simple as that. we are herd animals - if the one who endangers the many is not isolated and, further, ostracized, the community comes under risk of attack, from without & within. in the last generation, the laissez-faire legacy of 60s openness & mellow has devolved into a code of selfishness & oblivion worthy of Ancient Rome. we have tended our personal & societal borders so poorly that most dont even know they exist or are supposed to exist. this is a way of woe.

i'm a fat old man whose health indicators say that heart attack #4 is close at hand - i dont have much longer to worry about it. but you should - it is the dictate of being human to have always left the world better than you found it. your complacency can make this generation the first that didnt.

Flysack has never offered these forums anything but "tude". when i told him, b4 the draft, that his act made him unworthy to be a judge of the GWD, he not only went ballistic on me (here & :e:lsewhere) but has apparently sought to be a disruptive influence since. i dont know how he found his way onto Team BL but, well that's BL's call. with his teammate otherwise engaged, Flysack spent his energy using the off-clock of the last 2 wkends jacking up the draft - not only holding up forever but coming on to announce that he didnt feel lie drafting right now. hence, my ultimatum. there's is no better evidence that the lil punk knew what he was doing than that he drafted almost immediately after i drew a line in the sand, not knowing which way the wind would blow.

Turns out there was a doldrums the likes of which i havent seen since Mutiny on the Bounty (sorry for the spotlighting). Not only does this moral lassitude spit on what value i have tried to add to these boards, it makes me realize that i am drafting among people who are not fit to be arbiters of aesthetics. until there is as much will as taste behind your choices, you are merely customers. cant say i dont have genuine affection for a few of you, but you have forced the realization upon me that my time can be better spent. next time you wonder what wikkid would say about something, realise you've yourself to thank for not knowing. nufced.

 
flysack said:
TidesofWar said:
El Floppo said:
TidesofWar said:
flysack said:
Quick Reply:

Presently in a cafe on metered net use. No pick ready, and since it's the weekend I'm not terribly concerned with it.

When I get home I'll make a pick if BobbyLayne hasn't already. I think he had something in mind though.

Please keep us off autoskip. Thank you.
NiceI think the hourglass is still on the board :confused:
I'm not in any hurry to finish this thing. But I don't get the rush, rush, rush mentality during the week switching to the sit on things mindset on the weekend. :unsubscribe:
Exactly :yes: You go play golf or have a committment that uses 7 or 8 hours during weekdays, and you can miss two or 3 of your selections. Frankly, even though I can usually check in from time to time, it usually takes a good 10 or 15 minutes just to catch up.

You fail to check in on an entire weekend day, and maybe you have missed 3 picks. Today so far it has been mine alone.

I think the Deperate Following may lack certain elements of civility and common courtesy in this regard - When it is CONVIENENT for them that want things to roll along rapidly.

When its not, they want to take their ball and go home so no one else can play, as illustrated by " Since its the weekend, I'm not terribly concerned" type remarks
A. The weekday clock is because most people are at work, with net access. They tend to do other things during the weekend, like family stuff or go outside, etc. Hence the pick clock stops. It's not that hard to figure out.B. I have never rushed anyone to pick

C. I follow no one, desperately or not, unless it's my teammate (because the team is named after him)

D. That said, take your civility and shove it up your !@#$

Oops, did I forget to pick? I'll get around to it.
Missed this gem yesterday - thanks for proving my point.
 
SKIPPED

23.05 - Doug B (requested skip)

24.16 - Doug B (autoskip)

25.05 - Doug B (autoskip)

26.16 - Doug B (autoskip)

27.05 - Doug B - (autoskip)

28.10 - El Floppo (autoskip if not here in first 15)

28.11 - Thatguy (autoskip)

28.16 - Doug B (autoskip)

29.05 - Doug B (autoskip)

29.09 - Wikkidpissah - Up

29.10 - Thatguy - (autoskip)

29.11 - El Floppo - (autoskip if not here in first 15)

29.12 - Team CIA (autoskip)

29.13 - Uncle Humuna

29.14 - MisfitBlondes

29.15 - Bob Lee Swagger

29.16 - Scott Norwood

29.17 - DC Thunder

29.18 - Genedoc

29.19 - Tirnan (autoskip if not around)

29.20 - Yankee23Fan

 
i'm out of the draft. for all intents & purposes, i'm out of the FFA.

Borderline Personality Disorder (look it up) used to be an aberration, the armor of those incapable of creating positive feeling about themselves. now it is a lifestyle choice. there's a reason for that & one need look no farther than the face one shaves/tweezes in the morning. morality lies not in a church, decency not in a crusade. to have what we must to succeed as a society, each heart & soul must be defended and kept worthy of that defense. the first step in that vigilence is paying attention to one's surroundings to see where one can contribute, correct those who obstruct. the last is to invest enough of oneself to be of aid in the flow of human discourse. it's just as simple as that. we are herd animals - if the one who endangers the many is not isolated and, further, ostracized, the community comes under risk of attack, from without & within. in the last generation, the laissez-faire legacy of 60s openness & mellow has devolved into a code of selfishness & oblivion worthy of Ancient Rome. we have tended our personal & societal borders so poorly that most dont even know they exist or are supposed to exist. this is a way of woe.

i'm a fat old man whose health indicators say that heart attack #4 is close at hand - i dont have much longer to worry about it. but you should - it is the dictate of being human to have always left the world better than you found it. your complacency can make this generation the first that didnt.

Flysack has never offered these forums anything but "tude". when i told him, b4 the draft, that his act made him unworthy to be a judge of the GWD, he not only went ballistic on me (here & :e:lsewhere) but has apparently sought to be a disruptive influence since. i dont know how he found his way onto Team BL but, well that's BL's call. with his teammate otherwise engaged, Flysack spent his energy using the off-clock of the last 2 wkends jacking up the draft - not only holding up forever but coming on to announce that he didnt feel lie drafting right now. hence, my ultimatum. there's is no better evidence that the lil punk knew what he was doing than that he drafted almost immediately after i drew a line in the sand, not knowing which way the wind would blow.

Turns out there was a doldrums the likes of which i havent seen since Mutiny on the Bounty (sorry for the spotlighting). Not only does this moral lassitude spit on what value i have tried to add to these boards, it makes me realize that i am drafting among people who are not fit to be arbiters of aesthetics. until there is as much will as taste behind your choices, you are merely customers. cant say i dont have genuine affection for a few of you, but you have forced the realization upon me that my time can be better spent. next time you wonder what wikkid would say about something, realise you've yourself to thank for not knowing. nufced.
I went "ballistic" on you? :yes: In a pm I said I thought you were one of the most pretentious people I've ever met on the internet, and flatly said I didn't like you. Then I BLOCKED any further pm contact with you.

Around the same time I added your name to a long-running list of "FFA people we don't like" on the :e: board. This was because, shock of shock, I think you are one of the most pretentious people I've ever met on the internet.

Just look at this post of yours!

You compare a couple irritable posts on the internet to the decline of American values and the decadence of late Rome! :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

Wikkid, if you're really a tick away from a FOURTH heart attack, and you get THIS worked up over something so silly, then I agree that you should leave FFA.

After all, this is a very carefully moderated messageboard, and I haven't done anything to merit a TO from the mods. So if I can get to you this easily, then how would you handle a pro's shtick? Jeezus man, someone like Truckasaurus could unintentionally kill you. Literally. :confused:

The best thing for you might be to lock yourself up in the nice, safe, ethical womb of your bedroom and live out your days as pleasantly as you can.

Best to you. And best to your health.

 
i'm out of the draft. for all intents & purposes, i'm out of the FFA.

Borderline Personality Disorder (look it up) used to be an aberration, the armor of those incapable of creating positive feeling about themselves. now it is a lifestyle choice. there's a reason for that & one need look no farther than the face one shaves/tweezes in the morning. morality lies not in a church, decency not in a crusade. to have what we must to succeed as a society, each heart & soul must be defended and kept worthy of that defense. the first step in that vigilence is paying attention to one's surroundings to see where one can contribute, correct those who obstruct. the last is to invest enough of oneself to be of aid in the flow of human discourse. it's just as simple as that. we are herd animals - if the one who endangers the many is not isolated and, further, ostracized, the community comes under risk of attack, from without & within. in the last generation, the laissez-faire legacy of 60s openness & mellow has devolved into a code of selfishness & oblivion worthy of Ancient Rome. we have tended our personal & societal borders so poorly that most dont even know they exist or are supposed to exist. this is a way of woe.

i'm a fat old man whose health indicators say that heart attack #4 is close at hand - i dont have much longer to worry about it. but you should - it is the dictate of being human to have always left the world better than you found it. your complacency can make this generation the first that didnt.

Flysack has never offered these forums anything but "tude". when i told him, b4 the draft, that his act made him unworthy to be a judge of the GWD, he not only went ballistic on me (here & :e:lsewhere) but has apparently sought to be a disruptive influence since. i dont know how he found his way onto Team BL but, well that's BL's call. with his teammate otherwise engaged, Flysack spent his energy using the off-clock of the last 2 wkends jacking up the draft - not only holding up forever but coming on to announce that he didnt feel lie drafting right now. hence, my ultimatum. there's is no better evidence that the lil punk knew what he was doing than that he drafted almost immediately after i drew a line in the sand, not knowing which way the wind would blow.

Turns out there was a doldrums the likes of which i havent seen since Mutiny on the Bounty (sorry for the spotlighting). Not only does this moral lassitude spit on what value i have tried to add to these boards, it makes me realize that i am drafting among people who are not fit to be arbiters of aesthetics. until there is as much will as taste behind your choices, you are merely customers. cant say i dont have genuine affection for a few of you, but you have forced the realization upon me that my time can be better spent. next time you wonder what wikkid would say about something, realise you've yourself to thank for not knowing. nufced.
I went "ballistic" on you? :lmao: In a pm I said I thought you were one of the most pretentious people I've ever met on the internet, and flatly said I didn't like you. Then I BLOCKED any further pm contact with you.

Around the same time I added your name to a long-running list of "FFA people we don't like" on the :e: board. This was because, shock of shock, I think you are one of the most pretentious people I've ever met on the internet.

Just look at this post of yours!

You compare a couple irritable posts on the internet to the decline of American values and the decadence of late Rome! :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

Wikkid, if you're really a tick away from a FOURTH heart attack, and you get THIS worked up over something so silly, then I agree that you should leave FFA.

After all, this is a very carefully moderated messageboard, and I haven't done anything to merit a TO from the mods. So if I can get to you this easily, then how would you handle a pro's shtick? Jeezus man, someone like Truckasaurus could unintentionally kill you. Literally. :mellow:

The best thing for you might be to lock yourself up in the nice, safe, ethical womb of your bedroom and live out your days as pleasantly as you can.

Best to you. And best to your health.
wat
 
i'm out of the draft. for all intents & purposes, i'm out of the FFA.Borderline Personality Disorder (look it up) used to be an aberration, the armor of those incapable of creating positive feeling about themselves. now it is a lifestyle choice. there's a reason for that & one need look no farther than the face one shaves/tweezes in the morning. morality lies not in a church, decency not in a crusade. to have what we must to succeed as a society, each heart & soul must be defended and kept worthy of that defense. the first step in that vigilence is paying attention to one's surroundings to see where one can contribute, correct those who obstruct. the last is to invest enough of oneself to be of aid in the flow of human discourse. it's just as simple as that. we are herd animals - if the one who endangers the many is not isolated and, further, ostracized, the community comes under risk of attack, from without & within. in the last generation, the laissez-faire legacy of 60s openness & mellow has devolved into a code of selfishness & oblivion worthy of Ancient Rome. we have tended our personal & societal borders so poorly that most dont even know they exist or are supposed to exist. this is a way of woe.i'm a fat old man whose health indicators say that heart attack #4 is close at hand - i dont have much longer to worry about it. but you should - it is the dictate of being human to have always left the world better than you found it. your complacency can make this generation the first that didnt. Flysack has never offered these forums anything but "tude". when i told him, b4 the draft, that his act made him unworthy to be a judge of the GWD, he not only went ballistic on me (here & :e:lsewhere) but has apparently sought to be a disruptive influence since. i dont know how he found his way onto Team BL but, well that's BL's call. with his teammate otherwise engaged, Flysack spent his energy using the off-clock of the last 2 wkends jacking up the draft - not only holding up forever but coming on to announce that he didnt feel lie drafting right now. hence, my ultimatum. there's is no better evidence that the lil punk knew what he was doing than that he drafted almost immediately after i drew a line in the sand, not knowing which way the wind would blow.Turns out there was a doldrums the likes of which i havent seen since Mutiny on the Bounty (sorry for the spotlighting). Not only does this moral lassitude spit on what value i have tried to add to these boards, it makes me realize that i am drafting among people who are not fit to be arbiters of aesthetics. until there is as much will as taste behind your choices, you are merely customers. cant say i dont have genuine affection for a few of you, but you have forced the realization upon me that my time can be better spent. next time you wonder what wikkid would say about something, realise you've yourself to thank for not knowing. nufced.
Wikkid Come Back,Any kind of Fool could see,Flysacks wrong,And we just can't draft without you.....................We need people with intelligence and vision in this draft :mellow:
 
After all, this is a very carefully moderated messageboard, and I haven't done anything to merit a TO from the mods. So if I can get to you this easily, then how would you handle a pro's shtick? Jeezus man, someone like Truckasaurus could unintentionally kill you. Literally. :mellow:

The best thing for you might be to lock yourself up in the nice, safe, ethical womb of your bedroom and live out your days as pleasantly as you can.

Best to you. And best to your health.
wat
Wikkid claimed that he's on the verge of a 4th heart attack. He flipped out on me for basically nothing. I wasn't even "engaged" with him.If my weekend draft delay is enough to get him this worked up, what would happen if he ran awry of someone like Truckasaurus or Finless or one of the other masters of shtick? They could literally kill the guy (i.e. give him a fourth heart attack).

See?

 
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After all, this is a very carefully moderated messageboard, and I haven't done anything to merit a TO from the mods. So if I can get to you this easily, then how would you handle a pro's shtick? Jeezus man, someone like Truckasaurus could unintentionally kill you. Literally. :mellow:

The best thing for you might be to lock yourself up in the nice, safe, ethical womb of your bedroom and live out your days as pleasantly as you can.

Best to you. And best to your health.
wat
Wikkid claimed that he's on the verge of a 4th heart attack. He flipped out on me for basically nothing. I wasn't even "engaged" with him.If my weekend draft delay is enough to get him this worked up, what would happen if he ran array of someone like Truckasaurus or Finless or one of the other masters of shtick? They could literally kill the guy (i.e. give him a fourth heart attack).

See?
finless?
 

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