Sunday, July 09, 2006

Banned from the GardenWeb Again qqq



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I have been a very bad boy. I called someone The Candyland Sandbox Bully Wannabe and The Sesame Street Strumpet. I wish I had managed to save it all before it was deleted or been able to find a cached page.

There is just something about her that apparently releases my inner Troll and The High Deletetriss in the Hot Topics forum at the GardenWeb has done her magic again. You are not to question her freedom to insult people at will and her ability to delete and remove comments and whole threads from a corporate owned discussion forum when she receives the same in return. Any hint or suggestion that she is the person behind all the disappearing threads and that her behavior is a major source of the problem is promptly removed.

"I have a long history of eating trolls for breakfast and have zero tolerance for them", she says.

She then goes on to say,"I also believe that bringing curses upon this forum goes beyond the norm and just makes the poster look like a freaking whacko, they can go back to stabbing pins in dolls in their own dungeons."

Now I came in after this and am missing the full context of this diatribe about another poster, but that is a common tone aimed at many and is often followed by a link to some silly Kiddie site. This is a reference of sorts to Spike the former owner of GardenWeb who would send people to the Disney site when he blocked them from posting.

qqq was a discussion about a poster placing that as a tag on a thread when "no contrary opinions are welcome" and seems to have started this latest purge. I wandered back in an offered support to a poster with similar views of and experience with The High Deletetriss.

I certainly can't claim innocence. I relished the opportunity to needle this nitwit a bit more.

As she herself has said,"People are what they post, .... But once they are marked by their own words, they have an uphill battle to be respected or taken seriously as posters."

And I ended up being banned (prevented from posting) from the GardenWeb once again, in my second tussle with the former Queen of the Pits.

Gardeners are a scrappy lot.


deviant deziner said...

I will genuflect, light 3 candles and say 4 Our Fathers for you Christopher but I doubt it will help.
The High Priestess of Deleteness is probably violating some other g-webber in the rectory.
tsk tsk tsk. And you know the Cardinals rule.... thou shall protect thy molesters of the church of GW.

I agree, we gardeners can be a scruffy lot.
I have chosen not to kneel at the altar of GW because of their Copyright doctrine and instead stir up holy water at DavesGarden.

For us little devils it can be quite challenging there too.

They don't have a High Priestess Of Deleteness but have the Mother of all Nuns ( and you know what Nun means..... None or this and None of that ).

When I was describing that one should consider the whole composition of a scene I used the analogy of " The Full Monty ".
Mother Nun edited it out due to its sexual suggestiveness.

In the same frenzied editing session Mother None struck from the annals this sentence which was also thought to be way too sexually provocative : " I call myself a construction nanny but my best friend calls me a construction dominatrix
Dominatrix was just tooo suggestive.

Gawd bless this website if they ever decide to have a botany forum.
What with all those sexual organ names not to mention all those bi-sexual flower parts.

Lions and Tigers and Bears , Oh My !

Golly gee
Is that a spathe in your bud or are you just happy to see me ? !

With penance ,
The Deviant Deziner who is not longer in zonal denial.

Christopher C. in Hawaii said...

GW tamara was in the Landscape Design forum asking for people to post pictures to their new gallery feature. The first thing that came up was the Copyright issue and she has not replied for days. The silence speaks volumnes.

Life can be a little snappish at times for us little devils. Even as the innocent faced Catholic schoolboy I was unable to control my tongue and just couldn't resist pointing out the absurdities of life.

You want me to believe what? I thought you said this was The Rule. That sure doesn't express this value.

Dogma is made to be shaken. Long live the shakers.

christin m p in massachusetts said...

Talking back to the nuns in Catholic school?

In the 1960's???

Wow, you were daring... Either that, or you only had the sweet nuns. None of the girls ever got into trouble, because we never dared to defy or -- even for a moment -- question their authority. But it was a different story with some of the bolder boys...

The lyrics in the second verse (patterned: verse/chorus/verse...) of this excellent Death Cab For Cutie song probably strikes a chord in a lot of grown up Catholic school boys. If you listen to independent or alternative radio stations, you may already have heard it. It's called "I Will Follow You Into the Dark". It has a beautiful, haunting melody which fits perfectly with the lyrics.

deviant deziner said...

I ‘ll take my dogma shaken , never gently stirred.
I’m not much of a conspiracy theorist, but rather a pragmatic cynic.
Sure many web sites have much of the same type of verbiage in regards to their terms of service agreement but what makes GardenWeb’s TOS sinister is their ‘moral rights clause ’, not to mention a not so minor detail that makes them slightly different from most other sites in that : ‘ they are owned by one of the largest MEDIA COMPANIES , NBC Universal in the USA.... get it... a MEDIA COMPANY.’

And how do MEDIA companies keep the lights on ?

By publishing and marketing your work royalty-free with their perpetual, irrevocable, non-exclusive right (including any moral rights) and license to use, reproduce, modify, adapt, publish, translate, create derivative works from, distribute, sublicense, assign, derive revenue or other remuneration from, communicate to the public, perform and display the content (in whole or in part) worldwide and/or to incorporate it in other works in any form, media, or technology now known or later developed, for the full term of any Rights that may exist in such content.

bada bing bada bang.

Smile , you’re on the NBC nightly news : Naughty Catholic Boy gets his horticultural roots pulled out from beneath him by the High Priestess of Deleteness. News at 11.

Well, look on the bright side, they might come looking for you to star in their next new big sit com, “As the Compost Pile Turns ”
Tell them you do all your own Horticultural stunts and that you want a fully loaded Toyota T 100 as one of your perks.
Us gardeners can never have too many Toyota Pick ups.

Christopher C. in Hawaii said...

I want my Toyata Pick Up before any TV.

Good thing I claimed Copyright at the top of my blog eh? Precocious Ex-Catholic schoolboy points out lack of morals in the garden.

Pointing out The Moral Rights clause was what ended it for me the first go round. They kept saying this is just business as usual and not a moral issue and I asked well then why is it listed in the TOS. Buh Bye Delete.

My Southern Catholic school was way different than the stereotype. We only had two nuns for eight grades and mostly lay teachers. They taught us about evolution and sex. No wonder the Baptists thought we were strange.

christin m p in massachusetts said...

Yeah, it's amazing the things they taught us -- especially considering that it was religion-based education. They even taught us about the perils of illegal drug use. One day, they showed us some film footage of a guy going through opiate withdrawal. That was gross. When it got to the part where a guy with a bag over his head was sniffing model airplane glue, one of the boys in our class fainted and fell out of his chair, landing hard on the floor. Anyway, it worked on me -- I was scared enough not to try anything harder than marijuana.

It makes sense that we had more nuns here (although, we did have some lay teachers too), because back then most of the U.S.'s Catholic families were concentrated in the Northeast. In fairness, Catholic school for me wasn't all bad. In fact, some of the nuns were as sweet as Mary Poppins -- it probably was their true calling. I always surmised that the sour, stern ones were probably pressured into the vocation by their families. My friend James attended a parochial school in the Woodside section of the borough of Queens during the 1960's and 70's. Although he's not a big fan of nuns, he still feels he benefited from the academic discipline he received there. He's a lot like you -- he relies heavily on sarcasm to cope with doctrinaire types, so it was almost painful for him to hold his tongue in that setting. It definitely leaves its mark -- I can always sense within the first few minutes of conversation, when I've just met a former Catholic schoolboy -- even in the complete absence of any obvious clues.

Since I can't recall your ever mentioning (in the present tense) taking part in any religious practices, I'm thinking that you're probably agnostic. You don't seem rigid enough to be an atheist. I became agnostic after my father passed away. He was such a good man and so young -- only forty-four years old. At first I was angry at "God". When I finally became too uncomfortable with my blasphemous thoughts, it felt better just to doubt His existence.

Now, I'd better swim back closer to shore, before I depress the hell out of you. I feel like I owe you a therapist's fee now.

deviant deziner said...

Religion just doesn't add up for me.
Guess I am too much of a realist and put my faith in science.

My Bostonian Irish Catholic mother dutifly enrolled me in Sunday Catholic school and it was a complete disaster for everyone involved.
She finally gave up after many torturous years and let me follow my own path.

I would question the nuns and the priests endlessly and was never satisfied with their quixotic , vague and faith based answers.
Then I would go back to regular school and question the science teachers on some of the same questions and I got well thought out plausible answers and rational theories that I could wrap my mind around.

I relate better to science than to fiction.

Funny , I thought agnostic was just a low calorie version of what an atheist is.
Guess I don't really understand that whole thing either.

I ocassionally go to the Green Gulch Zen Center for Sunday practice. That's the path I've chosen and the one the seems to work the best for me.

Ironically though, my favorite Aunt is/was a Catholic nun . She recently passed away 2 months ago at the age of 92.
And despite our religious differences I was her favorite 'hell raiser'.

Christopher C. in Hawaii said...

I had never been able to wrap my head around the difference between atheist and agnostic either until recently. It never really mattered. I guess I would be considered an agnostic because I can not deny the existense of the mysterious. I can't explain it, but I can't deny it.

The fatal error for them in my indoctrination was that they told me a bunch of fairy tales before and during the saga of Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Oh I get it. This is a myth, a fable, a parable, a little story with embellishments to try and teach me something.

I believe science and relate very well to fiction.

christin m p in massachusetts said...

I've always been told that the difference between an agnostic and an atheist, is that an agnostic only doubts or questions the existence of a higher power, whereas an atheist unequivocally disbelieves that there is a spiritual world at all.

Although I certainly see the value in science, I also feel that it has its limitations. Maybe its just that I can't stand the thought of human virtues ever being reduced to measurable chemical reactions or nerve impulses.

I have good reason to believe in the existence of souls and a spiritual world in general. I'm just doubtful -- or uncertain -- of the existence of a Supreme Being.

Judy B. said...

In my journey to become who I AM now, I have gone from being a believer, to questioning, to total and absolute disbelief to make it full circle... back to believing... in something..

There is a Great Mystery all around us; the universal energy that we can tap into goes by many names... "God" works for me... Science use to be my creed, but have found too many discrepincies to hold tight to that faith...