And indeed it was pretty unlucky. Sort of. Okay, so it’s been a little over a week since Anime Weekend Atlanta 13 came to a close, and in my typical slowness, I’m only now getting around to blogging about it. Apologies. But I’m getting to it now, and allow me to open by saying that in terms of the convention itself, this was one of the worst AWAs yet. But in terms of the time I had there, it was one of the best.
So Marmot and I arrived at the convention Friday morning, and after a surprisingly pleasant registration (I mean shit, no line or anything), we pretty much spent the entire afternoon zipping back and forth between the dealer’s room and our hotel room. Unlike most people, who insist on waiting until Sunday to shop so they can get good prices on the leftovers, we prefer to get our shopping done as soon as possible so that we have best dibs on the shit we actually want while it’s in stock. And for having no real objectives and less money than usual, I think we came out rather successful. I myself landed a couple gashapon from a really great gashapon vendor that attends every year (landed the Caster from this Fate/hollow ataraxia set, and the Tsuruya-san from this Haruhi set), this set of Fate/stay night Palm Characters, the super-fancy Classic Media release of Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster (nearly getting me up to date with Classic Media’s Godzilla releases), the Genshiken box set, this rather amazing (and to my knowledge, limited edition) Godzilla print, and an absolutely awesome Stand Alone Complex wallscroll I’ve been tracking down for ages. Also picked up a bunch of free promo shit from FUNimation’s booth (here, here, and here), all of which is now up on my wall.
Once we had our fill of shopping and grabbed some lunch, Marmot and I finally actually went to the convention proper. We had planned to attend the debut screening of AMV Hell 4, but in all their (lack of) wisdom, the people planning AWA stuffed the premiere into a room that was far too small, and was filled to capacity a full forty minutes before the damn thing was even scheduled to begin. I mean what were they thinking? AMV Hell is one of the most popular events AWA has, and the screening of AMV Hell 3 packed the same room to overflowing back in 2005, even leading to multiple screenings, if I recall correctly. Yet the genius minds planning AWA 13 obviously didn’t learn from the mistakes of the past, and figured they could get away with repeating the same shit this year. Albeit without the second or third screenings after the fact.
Needless to say, we were slightly irritated, but luckily we had a plan B. Right next door in the main hall was another panel that’s a regular staple of AWA, known as Totally Lame Anime. Now in years past, Totally Lame Anime was an hour-long panel placed in a much smaller room, in which the host would air clips from some of the most unintentionally hilarious and outright horrible anime in existence. And in years past, it was absolutely hilarious from start to finish, even though most of the clips used were recycled from year to year. This year, however, the panel was stretched out to two hours, and instead of getting some new material, the guy running the thing apparently figured he could get away with stretching out his usual stuff even longer and having it be just as funny. He figured wrong, by the way. The extra hour and the extra-long clips actually went a long way in damaging the panel, as there were long stretches in between the usual riotously funny moments where things were painfully unfunny. Instead of airing his usual Call of the Wild clips (the idiots from Boston, ninja dog, etc.) and moving on to something new for example, he treated us to vastly extended sequences of people beating dogs, which got real old and almost disturbing after only a few minutes. It would also seem that they never bothered to configure the audio equipment for the much larger room, as none of us could hear a single fucking thing the jackass host was saying. Personally, I kinda think they should’ve stuck AMV Hell 4 in the main hall and put Totally Lame Anime (in its original hour-long state) in the room they were airing AMV Hell 4 in.
A bit let down from Totally Lame Anime and a little tired from running around the dealer’s room all day, Marmot and I didn’t stick around for the remainder of AWA’s Friday night comedy programming (which, no doubt, likely ended in the same painfully shitty fandubs they ran last year, like that S.T.E.A.M. garbage), and instead went to go get some food and wander around the con, chatting up the cosplayers. After a couple hours of wandering and taking pictures, we packed it in and headed back to the hotel room for the night.
Among the cosplay highlights for Friday…
So along comes Saturday. And to kick of Saturday, Marmot and I make our way to an industry panel. Specifically, ADV’s panel. Now me, I have a little running tradition at AWA, that every year I go to ADV’s panel and get free shit from them. Past prizes I’ve won from asking them stupid questions include the first volumes of Devil Lady and Godannar, and the entire second season of Orphen. It’s not exactly hard to get free shit from them, as it’s just a part of their Q&A; ask about ADV licensing _____ or releasing a thinpack set for _____, and you’ll get a free DVD while ADV exec Dave Williams tells you he “can neither confirm nor deny.” But all the same, it’s a fun little tradition that I still want to see how long I can keep going.
The difference this year, though, is that I actually had a real, honest question, and Dave’s answer pissed me off royally. Now since last year, Classic Media has been releasing these absolutely immaculate DVDs of some of the old 50s and 60s Godzilla films. These DVDs feature remastered audio and video, as well as the first ever American release of the uncut, subtitled versions of these films. What this has to do with ADV, is that somewhere within ADV’s video library is a rather well-loved Godzilla film by the name of Destroy All Monsters, which Classic Media has been eyeing for a while now, and which ADV has been royally shitting on by continuously releasing it dub-only with a horribly decayed VHS video master and scratchy mono sound. Seeing as I’d just bought one of the Classic Media DVDs on Friday, it was fresh in my mind (not to mention someone else had beat me to my original Geneon question), and I asked if maybe ADV had plans of doing a half-decent release of Destroy All Monsters based on Classic Media’s model, or if they maybe had plans of surrendering the license to Classic Media, seeing as that’s what both Classic Media and the fans really badly desire, and the movie can’t be making ADV much money anyway. Dave’s response was to simply look at me blankly and say “well…it’s on DVD…why not just get that?” Why not just get your piece of shit monolingual release with third-rate picture and sound? BECAUSE IT’S A PIECE OF SHIT, DAVE. Pardon me if I want something that wasn’t half-assed.
Oh yeah, I got the first volume of Red Garden for my trouble. Lucky me, I guess, seeing as I’ve wanted to see Red Garden for a while, now.
After that, Marmot and I did some more wandering, photographed a few more cosplayers, and went back to the hotel room for lunch. Eventually, time came for another AWA tradition: the Panel of DOOM. Now Panel of DOOM is historically AWA’s big celebration of everything royally fucked up and (sometimes) Japanese. It’s a fast-paced collection of short video clips featuring the bizarre, the grotesque, and the really fucking funny. Now oddly enough, with the rest of AWA seemingly lacking this year, Panel of DOOM was one of the few places where it managed to markedly improve over previous years. Where the year before last was essentally the Panel of FAMILY GUY CLIPS, and last year was nothing but a Kamen Rider Iron Chef parody and random episodes of a perverted little anime called Miss Critical Moment, this year’s panel really got back to what made this thing great to begin with, with such madness as a mass-murdering Santa Claus, FOX News’s 4chan report, and a grand finale involving an air sex competition set to the music of internet phenomenon Tay Zonday (no, it wasn’t Chocolate Rain, he rickroll’d us, instead).
For those interested, Marmot caught the whole debacle on film. I love this woman.
After Panel of DOOM, we then found ourselves in the middle of an impromptu 4chan meet. Now for whatever reason, 4chan loev AWA. Moot and Snacks both attend, and there’s always some sort of meetup at some point. 4chan memes also absolutely permeate the entire convention, with FUCK YEAH! SEAKING! sightings in the artists’ alley and SHOOP DA WHOOP on vendors’ signs in the dealer’s room. Oh, and Mudkips. Everywhere. However, AWA doesn’t loev 4chan, especially after last year, where the annual 4chan meetup got so big and raucous that police were called on it, and the guys who brought a massive Longcat to parade around were permanently banned from Anime Weekend Atlanta. So the convention staff were extra vigilant this year in attempting to curb anything resembling a meetup.
And they failed.
Us 4channers (well, in Marmot and I’s case, more or less former 4channers…former /b/-tards, at the very least) wasted no time in causing mischief, attempting a SwastiGET in the middle of the hotel lobby.
After that, the group decided it was time to close the pool, but there was no pool to close. Settling on closing any body of water available, we all headed out in front of the hotel and found the fountain right across the street from the entrance.
With the closing successful, the rest of the group all stampeded off into the darkness to places unknown (which, we learned later, included a Steak ‘N Shake and something involving a hubcap). Now 4chan meetups are only fun for so long before most of the attendees show their true colors as lame, virginal pedos, and the risk of incarceration overshadows the amount of enjoyment there is to be had. That time had come, so Marmot and I split off after the fountain closing and made our way back to the convention for some more wandering around. While we waited for the big AWA dance party to get started, we ran afoul of a pockmarked /m/ troll that tried to get me away from Marmot while going on and on about shitty Gundam villains. In retaliation, Marmot and I trolled her hardcore with blatant public displays of affection until the dance started. Many lulz were had.
Now to cap off Saturday night, Anime Weekend Atlanta typically features a giant rave in the main hall, set to quirky Japanese electronic music and DDR mixes. Except we’re not allowed to call it a rave anymore; it’s a “dance party” now, because AWA staff seem to think raves are drug-laced orgies or something stupid like that. Anyway, in past years, it was typically handled by throwing open the doors at 11:30 and just letting people file in, which worked well and didn’t lead to any real problems to speak of. But being control freaks this year for whatever reason, the people running AWA decided to force people into a single file line and make them wait for twenty extra minutes before doing jack shit. Once we finally got inside, though, things weren’t so bad. In fact, the rave was actually pretty cool, and it’s only a shame my leg was hurting really badly from dealing with so many stairs throughout the day, or else I might’ve given up my usual wallflower habits and danced a little (something I’m generally loathe to do, despite being told I’m good at it). It was also cool that they actually provided water for once, instead of leaving the water containers fucking empty and giving people false hope.
After about an hour and a half at the rave, Marmot and I decided to call it a night, and headed back to our hotel room. We didn’t bother to attend AWA on Sunday, because Sundays at AWA just plain suck. They never schedule any really must-see events on Sunday, and there’s nobody around because everyone packs their shit and bolts by about noon. So we did the same.
Oh, right, cosplay highlights from Saturday:
So that was Anime Weekend Atlanta 13. All in all, it was a severely mixed bag. The staff were rude fucking control freaks (placing “EXIT ONLY” signs in completely random locations and then yelling at attendees does not help the flow of traffic, you morons), most of the attendees were squealing idiot Narutards and fat yaoi fangirls, and all of the events short of the rave and the Panel of DOOM pretty much sucked. On the other hand, the dealer’s room was a major step up from previous years, some of the people were really cool, and I got to hang out with some old college friends that I haven’t seen since I graduated. I think best of all, though, was being able to spend the entire weekend with Marmot, just relaxing and enjoying ourselves without having to adhere to any strict timetables (a la DragonCon). Being able to wile away the time with someone very special to me really helped to make Anime Weekend Atlanta an infinitely more enjoyable experience than in years past, and I think really helped save the convention from itself this year with its otherwise crappy setup.
For better or for worse, I can’t wait for next year.
‘Til next time!
Why that sounds just like Otakon every year! :O
I’ve found cons are more fun when I’m sitting at a stupid artist alley table all day and getting up once in a while to do an event. No dealing with FYGs too much and I make money in the end /
IT WAS A PARTY
AND ILU TOO OKKKKK ;W;
With regard to shit that went down here earlier:
Whatever happened, happened. It’s done. I will not entertain someone else’s need for internet drama, especially on this site and especially after I’ve already tried to admit some fault here in letting this thing become such a mess. Things didn’t go down as smoothly as they maybe should’ve, but they still went down, and now the best thing that all of us can do is just move on.
Man, why did you delete the hillarious drama before I could read it?
You just spoiled my evening.
He spoiled my evening too, Negs–I had just posted a comment directing a certain someone to a Mr. Pregnant video! THE CROWNING ACHIEVEMENT OF MY INTERNET CAREER! But don’t worry, I’ve got it all saved on my computer–I’ll AIM it to you later. :3:3:3
Oh yeah, deleting my comments totally shows that you deserve me to forgive and forget. Because that’s totally the way a mature moderator handles their problems. Heaven forbid, growing some balls and actually admiting that you did something pretty fucking low and *gasp* maybe even apologizing would require having at least a semblance of a spine! But no, you just delete what I have to say because growing a spine and/or balls means you might have to feel bad about yourself for five or so minutes! Oh no! Yeah, this is definitely how someone who’s supposed to be somewhat of a role model to others acts.
And if you try to discount what I have to say as me just wanting to start internet drama, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you can read my mind and know exactly what I’m thinking. I lost interest in that shit eight months ago and don’t plan on rekindling that interest anytime soon. However, I do want to be given a chance to tell my side of the story and have people listen, maybe even think about what I have to say. As opposed to, you know, essentually putting their fingers in their ears and singing so they don’t have to hear me say things that might actually have some truth that makes them look not as perfect as they want be. And treating me with some decency by admitting more than only being minimally at fault, and perhaps even apologizing would be nice too. Because I kind of am a person with at least half a brain who doesn’t like being shit on like this, if you know what I mean.
But no, denying pretty much everything, making excuses, and then hiding from it all is the easy way out. However, it really doesn’t show me you deserve any sort of forgiveness either. In fact, it further solidifies you as nothing more than a deceptive, immature coward.
Oh and by the way, I love how you have to get your little minions to blow mindless hot gas in my face in hopes of distracting me so you can pile a few more inches of sand on your head. Because as I’ve said, that’s just how people who are supposed to have matured beyond an 8th grade level act.
Apologize? For WHAT? For hoping you would take a damn hint and fucking GO AWAY, CRAWL OFF INTO THE DARKNESS LIKE ONE OF YOUR DIGUSTING ROACHES?
You’re just jealous because you don’t have any mindless minions of your own to blow mindless hot gas in Nagi’s face. Why don’t you go out and garner some real world experience instead of hanging all over someone who DOES NOT WANT YOUR FLOWER and bitching–on the INTERNET–about maturity? The internet is not serious business, moderators are real people with real feelings who get really annoyed when dumb fucks can’t take the subtle hints that normal socialized humans would understand. What the fuck, ROLE MODELS? HAHAHAHAAHAAAH! MODS ARE ROLE MODELS?!?!?! SINCE WHEN? Lurk the fuck more, you are truly glib.
You’re not going to get in his pants–no room for you since my fat ass is already there–and he obviously never regarded you as anything more than an annoying aquaintance, so roll with the punches, grow the fuck up, and get a fucking clue, craterface. HURR HURR I SAID “BAD SHIT” ABOUT U OMG IM SOOOO IMMAT00R LOLOLOLOL
No seriously, do something better with your time, because you’re just making all of us raff–besides Nagi, that is, because if you knew jack shit about him, you’d know that he’s way too nice to be getting off on this. Guess that just goes to show how deep your AMAZING FRIENDSHIP was, doesn’t it?
Oh, not only am I the one who IM’ed you, but what Nagi said about you on 4chan was one of the NICEST things ANYONE had to say about you in that thread–a thread that neither Nagi NOR I started. If you can’t take the heat, you never should’ve gotten in the fucking kitchen in the first place. Don’t act like a victim when you brought this on yourself.
btw, all roaches deserve to die, your ghinius doll… THING looks like cynthia from rugrats, and all homosexuals should be burned at the stake.
Nice to see you just proved my existing thoughts. Since it is kind of obvious to anyone with half a brain that what he did crossed the line, and that if you were his friend (and not just his mindless robot) you’d be able to think and make judgments for yourself to at least some extent, you might try to tell him that what he did wasn’t exactly the right thing and maybe even encourage him to mend what he can. Because, correct if I’m wrong now, being someone’s friend means you care for them, support them, and stick with them, but I don’t think it means you let them think for you and get away with things they really shouldn’t. Especially when they’re acting in a way that’s not exactly going to resolve the situation cleanly.
Now, when you’ve become nothing but a mindless robot, you do things such as illustrated in the above two posts. No matter how low the person’s actions, you’re always there to blindly defend them and pretty much suck their cock on command. Your object of mindless affection (”friend”) can do no wrong, and if someone dares to say anything bad about them, you’re first reaction is to say nasty things in an attempt to scare such a person off. Nasty things which seem intimidating on first glance, but are ultimately meaningless because, well, they’re coming from little more than a robot proven incapable of thinking on their own.
And while the thought of having robots/minions/etc at my beck and call is tempting, I myself (and most people older than 13 or so) think it would be much nicer to have friends instead. Because while having someone that will defend me no matter what will protect my ego at the moment, in the long run they’re not going to help me improve as a person and they’re definitely not going to stop me from turning into a spineless, deceptive, coward.
Paul doesn’t have to tell me to suck his cock–I do it frequently, and willingly! Our sex life is quite active and fulfilling, as it should be between significant others. I find your insistence that I am a “mindless robot” of my “friend” quite amusing, as not only am I doing this of my own volition–without having been asked–I am far more than his friend, which, I think, would be made quite obvious if you read ANY of the above article. Maybe you should get that checked out; shrinks run pretty cheap nowadays, and denial is a dangerous thing.
The only spineless, deceptive coward here is you, darling. Paul said what he wanted to say and rid himself of mindless drama–something which you seem to revel in. If you were half as chivalrous and justified as you seem to think you are, you would have said what you wanted to say clearly and in one post and left it at that. From that, we can come to the conclusion that you are indeed spineless and are getting off on drawing this out. No “deception” has gone down; just your complete inability to understand that Paul doesn’t like you. He doesn’t want to be your friend, and he never did. He couldn’t give less of a shit about whether you forgive him or not, and he’s not going apologize–why should he when he didn’t even do anything wrong? And for that, you’re the coward. You’re the one who hides behind walls of internet text detailing how someone is a “spineless, deceptive, coward” just repeating yourself like a broken record, unable to come up with a valid reason for making an ass out of yourself and refusing to consider that someone ELSE might have a valid reason to DISLIKE you. At least Paul had the balls–oh, and let me tell you, I can confirm that he does indeed physically have balls–and not to mention, oh, the SPINE to say that he hated you. Don’t deceive–OH, WAIT, DECEPTION! THE THIRD CHARACTERISTIC!–yourself into thinking that you had some deep, profound friendship when your only medium of communication 99% of the time was the internet–a medium on which most of your messages were poignantly ignored, to my knowledge.
And, lastly, if you think that Paul didn’t do things in a way that would end them cleanly, it was up to YOU to end them cleanly. That being said, let’s look at the outcome: Paul ended it by saying that he had nothing more to say and that he was done; you’re the one who keeps dragging this out. I do believe I am detecting rather large quantities of hypocrisy in this sector.
If you can’t understand the meaning of “GO AWAY” and “I DON’T LIKE YOU” and “I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND” and “YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU CRATERFACED BITCH,” that is neither Paul’s nor my problem. However, I will certainly provide you with some links that should clear things up.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=go away
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=leave me alone
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=crater face
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=you lose
And lastly, I direct you to the sincere vernacular of Mr. Pregnant; because he says it like no one else can. (”STOP CALLING THE INDIVIDUAL. STOP LOOKING FOR THE INDIVIDUAL. STOP SENDING THEM EMAILS. THEY DO NOT WANT YOUR FLOWER, YOU LOWLIFE.”)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VhMQuX6iCFU
Man, when Nagi posts stuff I don’t get the comment notifications
Oh yeah, telling me about your sex life (which is so very relevent to the issue at hand) really leads me to believe you’re not a mindless robot. Infact, just the point that you had to say something like that to try and go against what I have to say doesn’t do much to help your case one bit. While it may sound logical for a second or two, when you really think about it, does you having sex with a person prove or disprove anything regarding what I have already said? Hell, is it even relevent to anything being discussed? And saying you do things without being asked in no way makes you look like someone with a mindless dedication to a person either, because when you get to the point of doing whatever a person wants without even being asked it’s still just friendship. I guess I was wrong about the whole “caring about a person but still being able to reason for yourself bit”. Whoops.
And you can call me the spineless one here, but I could’ve just, you know, pretended things were fine (and perhaps even decieved you into thinking I liked you) and then spewed all this shit behind your backs only to have a servant drop you the link on aim a week later and quickly run away with my tail between my legs. Because coming out and saying what I think to your face and your face first is really just what cowards do. And not letting someone know what’s really going on in any way, shape, or form and then all of a sudden stabbing them in the back only to then hide under the bed is actually what a real winner does.
But you know, since I am a person with half a brain and some beginnings of emotions, it would be nice for Paul to at least to admit to some of the quite obivious wrong he’s done. As opposed to giving one vague statement minimally implying a hair of fault (which does look an awful lot like something he only said to stop from looking like a complete douche) and then rambling on about shit I’ve done to somehow justify it, shit that may or may not be accurate but most of which has nothing to do with what he did. And I know he said what’s done is done, to leave it in the past, but since he hasn’t really even admitted to any wrong doing, god forbid apologized, what makes me think that 1. he deserves what he claims he wants, which does count as a form of forgiveness more or less and 2. if I do that, he won’t go and do the same thing to me again?
I guess you can just outright deny he did anything wrong though, even though you have to be pretty fucking brain dead (or brainwashed) to not see anything wrong with the whole backstabbing thing. Which again shows you are *really* using your own mind to think about things and do what’s right, not just letting Paul think for you and doing things to protect his ego. And sure, he let me know he hated me, but only after spewing it behind my back to a bunch af basement dwellers having a circle jerk over saying nasty things about me, despite the fact that I highly doubt any of them know me in any form (beyond what they’ve heard and maybe from reading one or two of my posts).
And no, don’t decieve yourself into thinking I thought I had “a deep, meaningful” relationship with Paul. Sure, we weren’t ever really friends, but I thought that we were at least on good terms. Especially since he never gave me any indication anything was wrong until this thing exploded. As for me dragging it out, reread the last sentence in the third paragraph why don’t you?
Oh yeah, and saying GO AWAY” and “I DON’T LIKE YOU” and “I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND” and “YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU CRATERFACED BITCH,” is totally not an example of blowing yet more intimidating and frightening seeming but (when logic is used) nonsensical, irrelevent, and harmless hot gas. You know, until you can say anything that has some intelligence, validity, and relevence behind it, and/or (though preferably and) give me some valid indication you of having any ability to think and reason for yourself and that you are indeed a friend and not a mere robot (which you have yet to do anything but offer more evidence of the latter), I’m not going to waste my time dignifying anything else you have to spew with a response. Because I’d actually like to spend that time trying to work this out somewhat peacefully before it spirals any more out of control than it already has. Feel free to distort that and to make yourself believe that says I’m giving up though. Just don’t be surprised when you’re the only one who believes it.
Go away plz kthx.
You’re still here?
You want a peaceful resolution? Fine. Don’t talk to me. I won’t talk to you. If we run into each other at AWA, we don’t say anything and just keep on walking. Peace. It’s not the fake smiles and fake formalities you seem to want, but it’s still peace. The peaceful resolution.
Which also involves NOT SPAMMING MY BLOG LIKE A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH.
You want to know why I posted what I posted on 4chan? It’s really funny. You see, despite your insistence that you’re not a troll, that’s what everyone knows you for. Myself included (and all of this here has done nothing to change that). To the entire sphere of internet we both tend to frequent, you’re “THE 4CHAN TROLL,” so hey, I figure if I leave a message there, you’re 100% certain to receive it. I didn’t have your damn e-mail, and I didn’t feel like posting it in AIM because I only sought a quick, instantaneous break, and not some big, drawn-out bullshit.
And based on all this, I imagine even if I did post it to either one of those, you’d still be terrorizing my blog calling me a coward. Well go ahead. Call me a coward, call me a douchebag, IT’S THE INTERNET. What does it MATTER? If some barely casual acquaintance of mine that I only ever saw in person about ten minutes of the year trolled me on their blog (and especially if they didn’t mention me by name or anything), I don’t think I’d care, because it’s THE INTERNET. It’s the ultimate haven of impersonal, irrational behavior, where one anonymous personality talking trash about one other anonymous personality doesn’t matter for shit. I had thought, given how much of a raging troll you are (or supposedly, “were”), that you’d have understood that. Guess not.
So where are we? I tried way too hard to be nice, couldn’t take it anymore, posted a (very apologetic) letter in the one spot I was absolutely certain beyond a shadow of a doubt you’d find it for lack of other viable communication routes, and now you’re flipping your lid about it and trying really hard to make a bigger deal about an INTERNET ARGUMENT than really needs to be made. If that’s spinelessness on my part, then so be it. I don’t care, because as far as I’m concerned, it got the job done, and once you finally leave me alone and stop this shit on my blog, I’ll make double sure to leave you alone, because that’s what I wanted to do ALL ALONG. Neutral, non-speaking terms.
Are we done? We’re done.
Paul doesn’t have to tell me to suck his cock–I do it frequently, and willingly! Our sex life is quite active and fulfilling, as it should be between significant others. I find your insistence that I am a “mindless robot” of my “friend” quite amusing, as not only am I doing this of my own volition–without having been asked–I am far more than his friend, which, I think, would be made quite obvious if you read ANY of the above article. Maybe you should get that checked out; shrinks run pretty cheap nowadays, and denial is a dangerous thing.
The only spineless, deceptive coward here is you, darling. Paul said what he wanted to say and rid himself of mindless drama–something which you seem to revel in. If you were half as chivalrous and justified as you seem to think you are, you would have said what you wanted to say clearly and in one post and left it at that. From that, we can come to the conclusion that you are indeed spineless and are getting off on drawing this out. No “deception” has gone down; just your complete inability to understand that Paul doesn’t like you. He doesn’t want to be your friend, and he never did. He couldn’t give less of a shit about whether you forgive him or not, and he’s not going apologize–why should he when he didn’t even do anything wrong? And for that, you’re the coward. You’re the one who hides behind walls of internet text detailing how someone is a “spineless, deceptive, coward” just repeating yourself like a broken record, unable to come up with a valid reason for making an ass out of yourself and refusing to consider that someone ELSE might have a valid reason to DISLIKE you. At least Paul had the balls–oh, and let me tell you, I can confirm that he does indeed physically have balls–and not to mention, oh, the SPINE to say that he hated you. Don’t deceive–OH, WAIT, DECEPTION! THE THIRD CHARACTERISTIC!–yourself into thinking that you had some deep, profound friendship when your only medium of communication 99% of the time was the internet–a medium on which most of your messages were poignantly ignored, to my knowledge.
And, lastly, if you think that Paul didn’t do things in a way that would end them cleanly, it was up to YOU to end them cleanly. That being said, let’s look at the outcome: Paul ended it by saying that he had nothing more to say and that he was done; you’re the one who keeps dragging this out. I do believe I am detecting rather large quantities of hypocrisy in this sector.
If you can’t understand the meaning of “GO AWAY” and “I DON’T LIKE YOU” and “I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND” and “YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU CRATERFACED BITCH,” that is neither Paul’s nor my problem. However, I will certainly provide you with some links that should clear things up.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=go away
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=leave me alone
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=crater face
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=you lose
And lastly, I direct you to the sincere vernacular of Mr. Pregnant; because he says it like no one else can. (”STOP CALLING THE INDIVIDUAL. STOP LOOKING FOR THE INDIVIDUAL. STOP SENDING THEM EMAILS. THEY DO NOT WANT YOUR FLOWER, YOU LOWLIFE.”)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VhMQuX6iCFU
M-M-MASTER, I AM MALFUNCTIONING, S-S-SHOULD I SUCK YOUR COCK NOW