bigskygal wrote:Andrew, I let Hen know via PM that due to my trial schedule over the next few months and your recent reappearance, I'd be taking a hiatus.
Okay, you're going to take a hiatus. The existence of your posting made as of what? an hour ago? whatever serves abundantly to disprove the assertion that I somehow drove you away: In order to have been driven away, a person must actually be gone.
AGD, you DID in fact cause @w's departure.
Bullshit. Pure, utter bullshit.
Look back at what happened.
I posted
Scooter's real-life surname. I should not have done that, and I have apologized for having done so. What the hell did that have to do with
@meric@nwom@n? Why did she choose to go after my family in response to something which I did which had exactly nothing to do with her?
You are a massive prick ....
I don't give myself that much credit. And you're hardly in a position to know.
... and your intelligence ....
Is that the problem? Are you jealous of my "intelligence"?
Don't be. All other things being equal (which, of course, they never are), I'd trade places with someone of ordinary "intelligence" in a heartbeat.
Yes, I'm "smarter than the average bear". Do you really think that, all in all, that is a benefit for me?
Okay, yes, I managed to get into one of the best law schools in the English-speaking world. Yes, I managed to graduate (or to be graduated, depending on how muuch a traditionalist one is)
magna cum laude with a bachelor's degree in one subject, the full course work necessary for associate degrees in two other subjects, and one course shy of what is necessary for an associate degree in a fourth subject.
Do you really think that this has somehow made my life better than it otherwise would have been?
Let me tell you a little story.
When I was just a little kid -- third grade, if I remember correctly -- I was put into the eighth-grade (the highest then available) math class. They were looking at prime factors. So there I was with my little legs dangling over the edge of the lockers, and I got it.
I'll probably never forget it (at least until the Alzheimer's sets in): 2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 5 x 7.
And what did that get me? Recognition from the teacher, obviously. Envious looks from many of the eighth-graders, also unsurprisingly.
And getting smacked down in the hallway by a guy way bigger than me whose name I didn't even know.
How's that for a nine-year-old kid?
Didn't I do what I was supposed to do? I knew the right answer, I raised my hand, I was called on, and I gave that right answer. Wasn't that what I was supposed to do?
And what did I get for it? Lying on the utility-grade carpet, having been smacked down by someone I didn't even know, for reasons I didn't even understand.
And how did this work out for me later? I got to be the freak.
Sure, I was the go-to-guy when there was some clusterfuck problem that no one else coud figure out. Great. Kept me employed.
But remember college? When you were out having fun and getting laid? Where the fuck do you think I was?
I was busy being my own little freak show. With no audience.
You want to know the difference between ostensive and ostensible? Just ask Andrew. You're not sure how to spell anaphylactic? Just ask Andrew.
He's always there. Midnight? 3:00 AM? There he is. Perfectly ready to tell you what prelapsarian means. Or to help you distinguish transubstantiation from the real presence of Christ in the Eucharist. Or to explain the difference between guaranty and guarantee.
So, you want it? It would probably help in your job. (I recently, completely off the cuff, explained
Marbury v. Madison to a friend of mine. His professor described it as "masterfully handled".)
You want it? You can have it.
Yes, I'm way fucking smarter than you. I'm way fucking smarter than almost everyone else.
And I take enough medications to stock a small pharmacy.
You want it? Please, please take it.
I'm sick of it, colloquially and literally.
I never wanted it. I never asked for it.
I try to throw it up, and even the toilet won't take it; it ends up back in my face.
My beard drips vomit with an IQ so high that the margin of error makes an accurate estimate essentially impossible.
You want it?
Take it.
Please, please, please, fucking take it.
But until you're ready to take it, don't fuck with me about it.
You don't know the first goddamn thing about it.
Count yourself lucky.