A lot of people criticise these clashes on Internet forums but I think that they themselves are completely missing why they are necessary. Having just indulged myself in a shameful exhibition of wanton and immature banter with my new found friend, the one and only vandal, I have to disagree.
The theraputic qualities of bashing inane nonsense out for an hour or so with the basic premise of completely disagreeing with any shreds of logic issued by your opponent or traces of compassion are amazingly strong. I sincerely congratulate my opponent on this occasion for his tenacity, sheer bloody mindedness and great talents in the art. I was hard pressed and have to concede defeat at the end of a fantastic duel. He is not just a great Middle Earth player but a master of the pointless argument too.
From being stressed and miserable I’m now actually feeling quite good though. If you ever feel stressed and miserable just contact either myself or vandal and I have no doubt that you too will feel the life-enriching benefits of the pointless argument.
Simon.
PS Actually what I really want to say is “sorry” to the forum hosts whose bandwidth and hosting power we’ve been consuming by the bucketload! Sorry guy(s)! We’ll go play outside next time.
ROFL! Simon, I too garnered significant advantage. But most of it just came from reading your post in this thread. I’m dieing rolling on the floor laughing! Well done!
p.s. Frank and I get to email each other all the time so we don’t use up public bandwidth, but we do get to laugh with each other at how our game is progressing. He laughs at me. I laugh at him. We laugh at ourselves. Sometimes we cry, but we’ll never admit it… We’re currently arguing over who will get the last laugh…and the last tears…
Dave, are you trying to tell me that underneath that cyclonic vortex of words aimed to maim and disfigure there’s really a nice guy imprisoned under the “vandal” mantle? Interesting thought, maybe he’s got a soft centre after all .
I’m just saying (without hopefully any beans spilling) that Frank and I have very civil emails back and forth and that it’s fun. he taunts me. I taunt him. It’s all quite civil. Fortunately, there is a fair share of taunting possible in both directions. I think that helps. If it was all Frank taunting me because he was kicking our butts, that’d be less than 100% happy. But we seem to be coming on quite strongly at the moment so we’re able to dish it out in his direction with some success. And i have no idea if he’s got a toffy center, soft center, or a hard-candy center, or bubble gum, or whatever…
Well, it’s good to see everyone is getting along and having a lovey-dovey day. What happens when the doctor says “Cured!” and cuts off the pills though?
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