Like Noel Coward would ever notice you. Or did you run into him at the offices of your ad-flyer like you claimed to have William Flanagan after he'd offed himself?
You said it at my blog, I picked up on it almost immediately because I knew the time frame was wrong, knowing how old you are and when he killed himself. You tried to backtrack but by that time you had committed yourself to your false claim and I wouldn't let you wriggle out of it. I'd bet you lie about a good percentage of your obsessive-compulsive name-dropping. You know what, Simps, name dropping is the dumbest way to try to polish your rep as hep. Lots of even the greatest meet loads of jerks, phonies, assholes and the such. People like you force yourselves on them. If they noticed your name, they might start out by saying, "I met this real jerk . . . " if they'd really met you.
I wonder if you always did it or if it's something you picked up the same place Trump got it, you know, Queens. You claimed to have met William Flanagan at the rag you worked for when he died before you ever worked there. You knew you'd been caught when I mentioned that. Simps, you're lying to someone who knows you're lying and who you know knows you're lying . It's exactly what Mary Trump said her uncle does.
By the way, you still ragging out at cat-guy Bob? I'd imagine he's one of the most popular of the Eschaton regulars, that idiot GMP will upvote your attacks but most of them will know you;re just being a Simels.
If you had made that claim I never would have called you on it because I would have no way of knowing the chronology made it impossible. I'd have figured you were lying as you lie about most things but I'd have had no way to demonstrate your lie. You tried a couple of ways to get out of the lie once you knew I knew it had to have been one but by then you'd already claimed to have met him at that pathetic rag that paid you to babble about pop music pablum. Perhaps if he had met you, the spectacle of what the American educational system was turning out and being hired in the scribbling profession, on top of his tragic alcoholism (you going to shark about his alcoholism as you did my families'?) and Edward Albee concluding he couldn't cope with his mental illness anymore might have tipped him over the edge. But I know you never met him so your conscience can be clear on that. Though, knowing you, you'd probably bragged if you'd had that minor impact on American culture.
You do have that distinction, Simps, you are a typical example of a type of college-credentialed degenerate of the play-lefty type. Sort of what Woody would have been like if he'd gone to college and had done nothing and had been stupid and never said something that was funny. Your best ersatz friends won't tell you, Simps, but I just did.
That wasn't a lecture about style, it was one about the ignorant, mid-brow esteem for phony language expertise as promoted in the mid-brow unintellegentsia starting in the NYC area scribbling class, in that case the New Yorker par . . um, "excellence," E. B. White and his idiot teacher Strunk.
It's like hearing after-dinner bon mots from Noel Coward.
ReplyDeleteLike Noel Coward would ever notice you. Or did you run into him at the offices of your ad-flyer like you claimed to have William Flanagan after he'd offed himself?
DeleteYou said it at my blog, I picked up on it almost immediately because I knew the time frame was wrong, knowing how old you are and when he killed himself. You tried to backtrack but by that time you had committed yourself to your false claim and I wouldn't let you wriggle out of it. I'd bet you lie about a good percentage of your obsessive-compulsive name-dropping. You know what, Simps, name dropping is the dumbest way to try to polish your rep as hep. Lots of even the greatest meet loads of jerks, phonies, assholes and the such. People like you force yourselves on them. If they noticed your name, they might start out by saying, "I met this real jerk . . . " if they'd really met you.
ReplyDeleteSo yes, you’re going to keep lying. Okay, stay with what works for you, Sparkles.😀
ReplyDeleteI know I'm not lying, you probably remember I'm not lying, so you're doing what Mary Trump says her uncle does.
ReplyDeleteNo, you're lying. It's what you do. But that's okay -- it's a small skill, but at least it's yours.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if you always did it or if it's something you picked up the same place Trump got it, you know, Queens. You claimed to have met William Flanagan at the rag you worked for when he died before you ever worked there. You knew you'd been caught when I mentioned that. Simps, you're lying to someone who knows you're lying and who you know knows you're lying . It's exactly what Mary Trump said her uncle does.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you still ragging out at cat-guy Bob? I'd imagine he's one of the most popular of the Eschaton regulars, that idiot GMP will upvote your attacks but most of them will know you;re just being a Simels.
ReplyDeleteNo, I claimed I met him in college, at theater school.
ReplyDeleteBut keep lying -- it's your one small skill.
If you had made that claim I never would have called you on it because I would have no way of knowing the chronology made it impossible. I'd have figured you were lying as you lie about most things but I'd have had no way to demonstrate your lie. You tried a couple of ways to get out of the lie once you knew I knew it had to have been one but by then you'd already claimed to have met him at that pathetic rag that paid you to babble about pop music pablum. Perhaps if he had met you, the spectacle of what the American educational system was turning out and being hired in the scribbling profession, on top of his tragic alcoholism (you going to shark about his alcoholism as you did my families'?) and Edward Albee concluding he couldn't cope with his mental illness anymore might have tipped him over the edge. But I know you never met him so your conscience can be clear on that. Though, knowing you, you'd probably bragged if you'd had that minor impact on American culture.
ReplyDeleteYou do have that distinction, Simps, you are a typical example of a type of college-credentialed degenerate of the play-lefty type. Sort of what Woody would have been like if he'd gone to college and had done nothing and had been stupid and never said something that was funny. Your best ersatz friends won't tell you, Simps, but I just did.
Definition of unintentionally hilarious: Being lectured on the elements of style by somebody who doesn't know that bullshit is one word, not two. :-)
ReplyDeleteStyle? Please. I've seen that beret you affect.
DeleteThat wasn't a lecture about style, it was one about the ignorant, mid-brow esteem for phony language expertise as promoted in the mid-brow unintellegentsia starting in the NYC area scribbling class, in that case the New Yorker par . . um, "excellence," E. B. White and his idiot teacher Strunk.
Oh, and orthography isn't a matter of style, it's not even a matter of grammar, it's a matter of mechanics.
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