I confess.....

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He has a point here, Icarus. I mostly use WP in the evenings, and I normally zone out when I try to read long posts as a result of being tired. I can't actually remember the last time I managed to read one of your posts from start to finish - I usually just rely on the 'good fortune' bit for a handy synopsis.

I confess, terse is an art I have never been able to master.

Good fortune,

- Icarus writes too much

Dang it... I was looking forward to the Wrong Planet equivalent of an Ultimate Fighting bout.

The oblivious and cool Richard vs. the Brazen Brilliance of Lord Icarus.

Oh well...

I confess... I'm a bit double jointed. But in the most pointless of ways...

I confess I don't really like the Manga Bible my sister gave me. Only a small portion of it is actually manga (with the rest being plain text) and the art style is very unappealing to me.

However, I feel obliged to read it because it was a warmhearted gift. And besides... It has my sister's handwriting on the inside cover of it, and I treasure the handwriting of people I love.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I had leftover stir-fry for dinner with very, very hot sauce and can still feel the sauce in my left lung.

Honestly, I like reading his posts; the length usually gives more time to add color to it. They tend to be more interesting than most, at least to me.

I confess I'm feeling paranoid...

I confess that although I try hard, I also cannot manage to read Icarus' posts due to my ADD... makes it very hard for me to stay focussed on a long string of text, even worse on a computer screen and when tired. but the ones I do manage I find very insightful and enlightened.

I think though that for some it might be irritating because they feel less intelligent for not being so verbose?
Either that or some just cannot tolerate the differences among our styles of writing, instead of embracing them ?

Me too. And OCD-ish.

I confess I'm feeling very cold, brrrrrrrrrrrr (need warming up, maybe a cup of tea)

I confess, you're one of the few friends that I fancy myself writing for. But it's probably more my fault that yours; my babblings are too dense...


To that first part, I hope not! I speak only for myself, but I do not relate verbosity to intelligence, any more than I do spelling ability (I'm a horrific speller). Here's how dim I am; regarding that faux pas with Richard yesterday, the thought that he is "simple" as he puts it, based just on his posts did not even occur to me until he mentioned it. I simply interpreted his writing style as different from mine.

For my own part, hyperverbosity is something of a curse; I am unable to tone it down; fear of information loss is at the root of this. I've gotten complains about being wordy here, more than once, more than twice; people quickly think I'm pretentious and arrogant; few take the time to parse my ramblings (yes, I'm fully aware of this); both here and in real life I am difficult both to understand and to follow; and my babblings are often so off the wall they are interpreted in ways I did not intend. This has caused me significant headache and heartache in my life. I even have this preemptive "defense" on my MySpace page:

I am not pretentious; I simply love words and language, and derive great pleasure from using them in colourful and unconventional ways. The manner in which I write and speak is a very direct reflection of how I think – nothing more.

Ironically, my MySpace page is so densely packed with my babblings that maybe somewhere in the neighborhood of two or three people have ever actually read through it; even my wife refuses to read it. In the end, it seems that I am an oddball, even on the Wrong Planet...

In the end though, I'll just keep on keepin' on; until I'm finally lynched, that is.

Good fortune,

- Icarus strains against the fetters of language...

I confess I am tired

**yawn**

I confess i have been too lazy to get dressed today.

Thank goodness for fleecy pj's.

I confess I should have an early night but now is too early at the moment

today,one of the others who lives here was asleep and snoring dribbling all over himself and the chair in the lounge,there is just something about asleep people that can not be kept away from.
am got the sky remote,went to adult section on the epg,found gaytv and managed to get his hand around the remote without him waking up.
staff come in and wonder why he's watching gaytv,and start asking is he gay.

I confess that I've sometimes wished I had a mirror in my office, but that I also don't want to have a mirror in my office. I'm not at all into staring at my grizzly reflection; but if I've just had a burrito dripping with fire sauce I might want to take a glance to ensure I don't have sauce on my face somewhere afterwards (which has actually happened ). One of my coworkers recently remarked that one of her hard drives had died. I recall from my olden days of pulling stuff apart that the platters in hard drives are perfectly mirrored. So I just went and got the dead drive from her, and pulled the cover off. Now I have a mirror that is not a mirror!

I confess, if anyone asks, I call it abstract art.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Breaks Stuff