soccer report

We returned to our familiar losing ways tonight versus Bytemobile, 11-4. We actually played quite well in the first half, which ended with us down, 3-2, and we were all over them defensively. But, as usual, we got tired and we also got a fair amount of bounces go against us. Near the end it seemed that the ball did not want to stay in my hands and i ended up chasing the stupid ball on the ground a lot, the last time resulted in a stiff shin to my ribs which knocked the wind out of me, which wasn't even called a foul because, just before the kick, i'd poked the ball with my hand outside of the box. So now i'm sore as hell... but i've taken my drugs and i'm heading to bed.

soccer report

We returned to our familiar losing ways tonight versus Bytemobile, 11-4. We actually played quite well in the first half, which ended with us down, 3-2, and we were all over them defensively. But, as usual, we got tired and we also got a fair amount of bounces go against us. Near the end it seemed that the ball did not want to stay in my hands and i ended up chasing the stupid ball on the ground a lot, the last time resulted in a stiff shin to my ribs which knocked the wind out of me, which wasn't even called a foul because, just before the kick, i'd poked the ball with my hand outside of the box. So now i'm sore as hell... but i've taken my drugs and i'm heading to bed.

coda: criticize me

Some have wondered if perhaps i'm as rough with people in real life as i am online. I'm definitely not, and the two instances i referred to occurred online.

• "A bit pedantic sometimes" Yeah, and i restrain myself all the damn time, too.

• "I am WHINIER AND MEANER than a rank amateur like yourself." I bow down to the MASTER of MEAN WHINES and WHINY MEANNESS.

• "When your journal used to say, ``You are not allowed to follow up on my posts unless you mock me as strongly as possible,'' that was sort of perplexing to me. Because if you take it literally, it sort of quells the possibility of discourse. Not that discourse has to be there, but if the possibility of discourse is absent, it's almost like there's no point in talking." Actually, that was the blurb i had on the old Nerdsholm, and it was more of a reaction to getting a lame-ass LiveJournal than anything else. But i see your point.
• "Your own followups are occasionally a bit caustic. I wonder why. Do you have to be the final word, and if so, do you have to get it by abuse/derogation/shouting down? (The answer is certainly no; you're intelligent enough to win, or at least fight to a draw, on rational grounds.)" Often i can't be bothered, so a caustic reply often serves as a "you're a dork, and i don't really feel like continuing this" sort of reply. It's also about as passive-aggressive as i get.
• "It is the inconsistency that is puzzling." It's often a matter of mood and circumstance, i think. I wouldn't call it inconsistency so much as the dazzling sort of paradox that is so common in me. Or, to put it in a less ego-illuminated light, i contradict myself a lot, and trying to find a consistent path among the many contradictions i find in myself has kept me busy for as long as i can remember.

• "I don't like responding in print this way. I need eye contact and body language. [...] that's pretty much all I can say that's meaningful without being in person. Perhaps it's enough." It's plenty; thank you.

"The truth is, you're the weak, and i'm the tyranny of evil men; but i'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd."

coda: criticize me

Some have wondered if perhaps i'm as rough with people in real life as i am online. I'm definitely not, and the two instances i referred to occurred online.

• "A bit pedantic sometimes" Yeah, and i restrain myself all the damn time, too.

• "I am WHINIER AND MEANER than a rank amateur like yourself." I bow down to the MASTER of MEAN WHINES and WHINY MEANNESS.

• "When your journal used to say, ``You are not allowed to follow up on my posts unless you mock me as strongly as possible,'' that was sort of perplexing to me. Because if you take it literally, it sort of quells the possibility of discourse. Not that discourse has to be there, but if the possibility of discourse is absent, it's almost like there's no point in talking." Actually, that was the blurb i had on the old Nerdsholm, and it was more of a reaction to getting a lame-ass LiveJournal than anything else. But i see your point.
• "Your own followups are occasionally a bit caustic. I wonder why. Do you have to be the final word, and if so, do you have to get it by abuse/derogation/shouting down? (The answer is certainly no; you're intelligent enough to win, or at least fight to a draw, on rational grounds.)" Often i can't be bothered, so a caustic reply often serves as a "you're a dork, and i don't really feel like continuing this" sort of reply. It's also about as passive-aggressive as i get.
• "It is the inconsistency that is puzzling." It's often a matter of mood and circumstance, i think. I wouldn't call it inconsistency so much as the dazzling sort of paradox that is so common in me. Or, to put it in a less ego-illuminated light, i contradict myself a lot, and trying to find a consistent path among the many contradictions i find in myself has kept me busy for as long as i can remember.

• "I don't like responding in print this way. I need eye contact and body language. [...] that's pretty much all I can say that's meaningful without being in person. Perhaps it's enough." It's plenty; thank you.

"The truth is, you're the weak, and i'm the tyranny of evil men; but i'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd."