Holy Shit.. let me guess: you 'program' stuff.

{sheesh} Bad timing.. for dropping back into the mix of the absurd, occasionally sublime - and finding this little skit of the Dear Sir You Cad variety, laid out like the dead mouse my part-time cat leaves on the doormat.. for approval.

Still with us, eh? Lookin fer loopholes; seekin congrats for yer l33T skillz at cubic-closest-packing of those hydronium molecules, found in all that ice.

You've condensed your 'involvement' to nicely punctilious Boolean, all along - (surely a measure of your infantile emotional development that you'd imagine 'logic' could justify the icy disdain for another human, let alone one {ugh} with *your* DNA to have-to make the most of.)

You, Mr. Logical Intellekshul Fuckwit imagine this-all is simply about (the harrassment of) Me-Me-Me: by some Miss Wrong and her bastard spawn.
But not really bastard now is it? as both parents Know Who Both Are.
As does your *d-a-u-g-h-t-e-r*

So then.. whatever *you* imagine is the value (or valuelessness) of a one's parentage to some hypothetical offspring: this girl may possess that emotional center you must notice you're missing - every once in a while, when someone looks at you, shakes head - and walks away.

The enquiry appears to be ~about what your daughter 'imagines' about her lineage and, probably - about matters which never do enter your pretty-little logic-stunted head. She finds this gigantic Hole in her experience troubling, just. now.
Her problem: she is young and human. She'll learn how it Really is, with immature 'adults'. Soon enough.

You cannot even conceive of such an idea! As you 'live' in Your Head.
And surely deflect emotional matters according to formula, n lambda = 2d sin theta; wtf it's just an electromagnetic phenomenon, this 'emotional' stuff - let's measure its angle of deflection..

Cocky smart Motherfucker\ufffd - izzat the avatar you designed for this little wallow? Hint:

>> It's about Her-Her-Her, at this point in *her* young life. << D'Oh.

W.T.F. does is Matter *HOW* she got here, you self-obsessed calculating unter-mensch?

You could.. accommodate her wishes for *some* brief contact (if merely.. to confirm that you Are the Asshole you Claim to Be.) That's at least a kind of 'closure'. She may thence be freed of permanently-missing {some imaginary Dad} - a title, unlike 'father' - which has to be earned.

Dear Diary:
Met a 'father' today.
Yep, he *is* a dickhead.
Well, so much for That.
Bye Daddio - go suck a pickle.

ie POAD.

Post #259,497 by Ashton 6/20/06 8:18:56 PM Reply	Holy Shit.. let me guess: you 'program' stuff. {sheesh} Bad timing.. for dropping back into the mix of the absurd, occasionally sublime - and finding this little skit of the Dear Sir You Cad variety, laid out like the dead mouse my part-time cat leaves on the doormat.. for approval. Still with us, eh? Lookin fer loopholes; seekin congrats for yer l33T skillz at cubic-closest-packing of those hydronium molecules, found in all that ice. You've condensed your 'involvement' to nicely punctilious Boolean, all along - (surely a measure of your infantile emotional development that you'd imagine 'logic' could justify the icy disdain for another human, let alone one {ugh} with your DNA to have-to make the most of.) You, Mr. Logical Intellekshul Fuckwit imagine this-all is simply about (the harrassment of) Me-Me-Me: by some Miss Wrong and her bastard spawn. But not really bastard now is it? as both parents Know Who Both Are. As does your d-a-u-g-h-t-e-r So then.. whatever you imagine is the value (or valuelessness) of a one's parentage to some hypothetical offspring: this girl may possess that emotional center you must notice you're missing - every once in a while, when someone looks at you, shakes head - and walks away. The enquiry appears to be ~about what your daughter 'imagines' about her lineage and, probably - about matters which never do enter your pretty-little logic-stunted head. She finds this gigantic Hole in her experience troubling, just. now. Her problem: she is young and human. She'll learn how it Really is, with immature 'adults'. Soon enough. You cannot even conceive of such an idea! As you 'live' in Your Head. And surely deflect emotional matters according to formula, n lambda = 2d sin theta; wtf it's just an electromagnetic phenomenon, this 'emotional' stuff - let's measure its angle of deflection.. Cocky smart Motherfucker\ufffd - izzat the avatar you designed for this little wallow? Hint: >> It's about Her-Her-Her, at this point in her young life. << D'Oh. W.T.F. does is Matter HOW she got here, you self-obsessed calculating unter-mensch? You could.. accommodate her wishes for some brief contact (if merely.. to confirm that you Are the Asshole you Claim to Be.) That's at least a kind of 'closure'. She may thence be freed of permanently-missing {some imaginary Dad} - a title, unlike 'father' - which has to be earned. Dear Diary: Met a 'father' today. Yep, he is a dickhead. Well, so much for That. Bye Daddio - go suck a pickle. ie POAD. Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. -- Eric Hoffer
Post #259,499 by boxley 6/20/06 10:12:38 PM Reply	Welcome back! and your closure remark is good advice Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 50 years. meep
Post #259,540 by Nightowl 6/21/06 10:00:40 AM Reply	Ditto that! It's good to see you, Ashton! I agree it would be good for her if he could bring himself to willingly contact her, I was only trying to say before that forced contact would not be a good thing. Trying to force someone to be a parent is never a good scene. Brenda "When you take charge of your life, there is no longer need to ask permission of other people or society at large. When you ask permission, you give someone veto power over your life." -- By Geoffrey F. Abert ************************** "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind, don't matter - and those who matter, don't mind." -- By Dr. Seuss ******************************* "Sometimes it takes a whole lot more strength to walk away than to stand there and fight." -- By the character of John Abbott: said on Young & Restless on 5/19/06 *******************************

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