Litnet Crushes

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

The "J" from "JBI" is Jonathan... if I recall right... definitely not female...

By the way... JBI has a sense of humor? Somehow I missed that.:D

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You're right about the name bit, but as for the humor, I guess you're just jealous that nobody put up St. Luke as a crush :(. It's OK Lukey, I don't think you have much of a sense of humor either - you're like a Rembrandt, or Jaques - all serious, contemplative, none of the wit of a Puck or Touchstone, though you perhaps have the comical capacity of a Mr. Collins - the cool sort of self respect with the slight thirst for distraction (and what better way than by dancing!) - Milton's Mammon amongst the thrones of heaven, constantly jealous that others find JBI (Oh hail holy light!) far more the jokester - like an Al Bundy besieged by the genius of Woody Allen (and did someone say Bananas!).

Just teasing, and yes, I know that made very little actual sense, besides dropping some cute cultural references (and oh my god, did I just reference Married with Children!).

Lets all go home now and listen to Gustav Mahler damasked with a little Coldplay and some amphetamines (I think a strong brandy will do if none can be procured) and think about moving on.


And yes, JBI is a guy (I think) - at least, I was when I woke up (I think :)) and yes, the name is Jonathan (Jonathan Ben-Israel, hence the nickname :)).

No need to be such a spoilsport St Luke, if they want to think I'm funny (or female - I don't judge people on such things), and not just some depressed, angstful, overly rude, completely self centered, self important, indulgent, plaintiff, argumentative, excitable, mendacious (the fruit of this tree is fantastic I promise hiss hiss), flat out a**holish, misunderstood man, who just is going through a rough time, and wants everyone to just LEAVE JBI ALONE, (applies eye liner) etc. etc.

My sincere apologies, JBI! Your response here gives me a totally different light. It is brilliant in its own way.

Jin.

JBI... no jealousy. I'm still the better writer... according to Mortal:D Besides... I'm far too gone for any dispute. I must say I wonder what you'd be like in person. My own writing style is very much influenced by my love of 19th century prose and poetry... but in many ways this is far removed from what I am like in person... in person I'm actually far more absurdest: Mel Brooks meets R. Crumb meets Kafka and the like. Most of the intellectuals I meet actually have the most whacked sense of humor which is far from their academic personas so I truly wonder what any number of posters here are really like. And now I'll return you to your regularly scheduled program... and my Belgian Ale.

Hey don't knock Married With Children :P That was a funny show

And as it seems to be more or less socially acceptable for boys/men to wear eyeliner now, the application of it doesn't clear up the gender issue in the slightest.

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Originally Posted by Stargazer86

Hey don't knock Married With Children :P That was a funny show

And as it seems to be more or less socially acceptable for boys/men to wear eyeliner now, the application of it doesn't clear up the gender issue in the slightest.

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Tis just another silly reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHmvk...x=0&playnext=1

*shudders* that video creeps me out lol

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

JBI... no jealousy. I'm still the better writer... according to Mortal:D Besides... I'm far too gone for any dispute. I must say I wonder what you'd be like in person. My own writing style is very much influenced by my love of 19th century prose and poetry... but in many ways this is far removed from what I am like in person... in person I'm actually far more absurdest: Mel Brooks meets R. Crumb meets Kafka and the like. Most of the intellectuals I meet actually have the most whacked sense of humor which is far from their academic personas so I truly wonder what any number of posters here are really like. And now I'll return you to your regularly scheduled program... and my Belgian Ale.

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'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.

But somehow JBI... I almost suspect you'd rather be the great writer than the great lover.

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

But somehow JBI... I almost suspect you'd rather be the great writer than the great lover.

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:lol:

So it would seem


Though who knows, perhaps a combination?

Or perhaps he went into the study of literature with the notion that such would impress all the girls. At a certain level I imagine a great many artists and academics thought as much. I mean who wouldn't be impressed by someone lugging around a dog-eared copy of War and Peace and reciting Shelley?:lol:

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

Or perhaps he went into the study of literature with the notion that such would impress all the girls. At a certain level I imagine a great many artists and academics thought as much. I mean who wouldn't be impressed by someone lugging around a dog-eared copy of War and Peace and reciting Shelley?:lol:

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Depends who you hit on - there are always people who are impressed with beautifully written things -

Though, for the most part, you are right about cheezball poetry recitals not really doing the trick, though I think your preoccupation with paints and all that junk a mere quirk - that's so 19th century~!

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Originally Posted by Stargazer86

:lol:

So it would seem


Though who knows, perhaps a combination?

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Nah, I'm not a very good writer - I am a far better speaker, hence the mediocre grammar, and the monotonous self-superior tone.

Though, for the most part, you are right about cheezball poetry recitals not really doing the trick, though I think your preoccupation with paints and all that junk a mere quirk - that's so 19th century~!

Yes. I'll admit that drawing well was never as great a selling point with the ladies as the ability to put an orange ball through the hoop.:confused: On the other hand... it did assure me of endless hours ogling naked women in art school without the danger of being thought of as a pervert. Certainly a "study" far more enjoyable than reading endless esoteric academic theorists, no?:D And now... as art is making a strong return to realism and even working from life... I can even get paid for it!:D

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Originally Posted by stlukesguild

Though, for the most part, you are right about cheezball poetry recitals not really doing the trick, though I think your preoccupation with paints and all that junk a mere quirk - that's so 19th century~!

Yes. I'll admit that drawing well was never as great a selling point with the ladies as the ability to put an orange ball through the hoop.:confused: On the other hand... it did assure me of endless hours ogling naked women in without being thought of as a pervert. Certainly a "study" far more enjoyable than reading endless esoteric academic theorists, no?:D And now... as art is making a strong return to realism and even working from life... I can even get paid for it!:D

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I remember a story about Walt Disney as a young boy... all the girls flocked to this other kid because they thought he drew better. I think he ended up selling tractors or something.

Then again, you can't be serenaded by a drawing...

Okay... I confess:

• JBI, I have no crush on you, so you'd better get enough with my admiration and strong applause to your clever posts :lol:
• I have a crush on Scandinavian/Celtic ladies... that being said, let me warn you Scandinavian or Celtic lady (I won't make names to keep the surprise factor :p). I may well be going after you, so whenever you hear a knock on your door... it could be me... to ask you out.... and who knows... I may talk to your father to ask him your hand if it all goes well at the door :brow: :D

it aint a crush. i love a certain woman here. i get to see her again in 141 days which frankly makes me the happiest man in the world.