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Aug. 6th, 2008 | 10:23 am
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This is an example of seriously over the top satire written about members of the Hellenic community, and I'm happy to say that we (myself and various others in the Hellenic community) are far, far too mature for this.

I am sharing only because I really think people should know that this sorta stuff is being written, and this is an example of a level we really shouldn't be stooping to.

I am not saying where I found it posted because I'm above that sort of thing. I am not one to be a tattletale.

It was three o'clock in the a.m.; any normal person would have been in bed -- but not Tim Alexander. He was no ordinary person — he just knew that somewhere, on the Internet, NeoPagans were infiltrating Recon communities, and that this had to be stopped. No-one else was fit enough for this task; he had to go alone.

But first, he needed coffee.

His wife, who had been out working all day while Tim was on the Internet yelling at NeoPagans, had understandably forgotten to get a new can of Foldger's. He made a mental note to yell at her and smack her around like an Athenian noble when he returned from Starbuck's; there was a 24-hour Starbuck's by him, and they had free wireless, so he could bring his laptop. Those damned dirty NeoPagans should not be spared a moment of Tim's awesome mind.

He was really getting into it when this one guy on the forum finally said something Recon Enough.

Could it be? Were there truly others out there? Surely he couldn't have been the only one?

Little Timmy started to stir in Mr Alexander's sweatpants, (the ones what didn't have the hole in the crotch that his wife burned in them when she realised one day that Tim wasn't the awesome Dominant that he wanted her to believe he was — thankfully for her, he believed her when she said it was an accident).

"Oh man!" thought Tim. "This man is so Recon that I'm starting to get a little bi. At least I hope it's really a guy, and not some woman or Tranny -- then I'd be even MORE Recon!"

As Tim looked away from the computer for a moment, his glance caught that of another man's at Starbuck's. While he normally didn't go for that mystical honkeiness, he decided to chance it this one time — what's the worst that could happen?

He got up and walked over to the other guy, who was at HIS laptop, as well.

"Hi, I'm Tim."

"Tim Alexander?"

"Why.... YES!"

"I forget what handle I'm using on this list right now, but I'm Robin Artisson. I'm honoured to make your acquaintence."

"THE Robin Artisson?? The scourge of NeoPagans everywhere?"

Robin blushed. "Oh, I'm not that great."

As the two left together, Tim was overcome with lust, and wound up coaxing Artisson into an alleyway. The two started making out like Athenian schoolboys.

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Robin Artisson

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from: owl_clan
date: Aug. 8th, 2008 03:20 pm (UTC)

You of all people must know that people change. If I caused drama years ago when you knew me, that's one thing. But people change. Nowadays, I keep drama down to a dull roar- (dull roar meaning I try to stay out of it as much as I can, and only give myself a free pass to cause trauma about once every two months) but there's more to this than just drama, and who may have caused it in the past. There's basic taste and decency.

I've not fought with this person, nor done anything but make jokes on a post. He's taken it and run with it like a pissy little three year old, and beyond that, stooped to vulgar depths in his attempt to seem (not) clever. It's tasteless. If I thought he was kidding back, that would be one thing- but you can see that he isn't. This is a person of genuine low quality we're watching ass off.

A good drama operator at least has taste, style, and a drop of cleverness- this person is nothing but toilet humor, and THAT is the part that surprises me. I always expected your pals- even your drama pals- would be more sophisticated than that.

I expected something more than "gay schoolboys in Athens" and juvenile penis references- (and as a personal note of annoyance, as if the ancient Greeks were all so "gay" or openly approving of it in all walks of life- when we know they weren't).

But hey- gotta stay flexible, right? Who you are isn't necessarily what I think you are; and do we really ever know another? I think not. At any rate, the deeper issue is about judging people only by their past and refusing to let them change in your mind. I'm not the person you met a long time ago. I know you aren't quite the person I met, either. I think we've watched each other change a good bit.

We would both do an injustice to one another if we pigeonholed one another into some mold based on only the past, or only on what actual drama queens say about us on "teh internets". If I believed some of the things I've heard about you, I wouldn't have you on my friends list. Considering how much your fine crop of friends seem to love me, I'm surprised I'm on yours.

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from: kyrene_myste
date: Aug. 8th, 2008 03:23 pm (UTC)

I didn't write the piece--only was posting it to my LJ.

But you're right on not knowing people from just online, especially with the written word being as fallable as it is.

I do my best not to pigeon-hole anything or anyone--otherwise, I miss out on details I wouldn't have paid attention to otherwise.

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Robin Artisson

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from: owl_clan
date: Aug. 8th, 2008 04:32 pm (UTC)

No no, I didn't mean the person who wrote the piece you posted- I'm talking about the idiot I've been fighting with- the gay kid who keeps talking about his penis.

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