Fwd: Re: Is email really that hard?
"Just because I ask a friend about him Just because I spoke his name somewhere Just because I rang his number by mistake today He thinks I still care Just because I haunt the same old places Where the mem'ry of him lingers everywhere Just because I'm not the boy/girl I used to be He thinks I still care" http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/annemurray/hethinksistillcare.html Rr Ps. The reason I send in html will be amply illustrated when you have to scroll waaaay to the right to read what what this offlist troll wrote. The idea of having to hand-re-wrap other poster's text when quoted is laughable and certainly suppresses posting of context quotes. -------- Forwarded Message -------- Subject: Re: Is email really that hard? Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 13:50:46 -0500 From: Joshua Case <jwcase@gmail.com> To: Razer <g2s@riseup.net>
I'm subject to antisemitic epithets, misconstrued political affilations, tail-ended trolling by various and sundry vicious midgets like Juan and Zen, and ALL SORTS OF GARBAGE here, and you send HUGE BOILERPLATES of songs and cutesy platitudes in response, and I'M 'the problem'?
I don't think you're "the" problem, I really, if you can imagine it, don't think of you much at all. If you were sincere and not whatever is is that you are, a troll, I guess - I think you'd realize that we all have the same news sources that you do but I do think you're confused about what the intent of this mailing list was.
Sorry, I prefer this song, Razer. It's my theme in days full of frustration, when I think if I am just wasting my time among the people. Always think I would be happier living on a very, very isolated beach, but the problem is I do absolutely hate heat, I don't eat fish, and I am an Internet and electric energy addicted... meh! :( ========== Pink Floyd - Time https://youtu.be/JwYX52BP2Sk Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long And there is time to kill today. And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, You missed the starting gun. And you run and you run to catch up with the sun But it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way But you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time has gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say. Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells ------- "Don't let anyone rob you of your imagination, your creativity, or your curiosity. It's your place in the world; it's your life. Go on and do all you can with it, and make it the life you want to live." - Mae Jemison
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