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No Geek Mommy... I mean Nazi Mommy... I will not be using Panopticons anymore. just a bunch of other people will. you might not hate them like me... but twitter is going like MySpace and with the exponential growth you will be dealing with a thousand Panopticons all of which will be a reminder of your pathetic hysteria – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 19:11

not enough of a comment to fart on. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 19:06

I love my lawyer! yeah turn off the track. 'cuz I know you all wanna go somewhere else now and I'll be waiting on the next network. In the meantime I will be teaching highschool kids how to build they're own Panopticons in case twitter wants to be self righteous about they're idea of architecture fractures.

First there was one, now there will be many. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 19:06

hey Jen... I'm here too. is this place only for dating as well?
funny the way your label will not stick. I have a lot of friends.
...and you and this thread are helping me. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 19:02

This little Piggy went to the market and made a compromise because he doesn't have the integrity of Prokofy – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:59

still stuck on the logic... you will evolve. there are no absolutes – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:58

ah woman... your such a believer, but I like your mind. Wanna make some babies? then we can have real clones knocking on people's doors. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:57

thanks for the compliment sorenj, but I would not give you the energy she has. she is an optimist. Prokofy still thinks she can make a difference and change you. I have resorted to breaking the system (if you have not noticed)

yes she is intelligent. ain't she grand! – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:55

see you soon on a different network FARTMAN! – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:52

Chapman! Woof Woof Woof – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:51

So many !@#holes. ah Chapman you here too? lol. this thread is hilarious. imagine instead of 21 twitter accounts. 21 friendfeed accounts and you don't tell people they are all you. you then have a conversation with yourself and force yourself to the top of the feed. yes I have already thought about it and yes I will get kicked off of friendfeed soon as well. If you get cocky... I'm going to stink up this place as well – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:49

I lived in New Jersey for five years once... – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:46

Dayngr plugs the piggies blog on several threads and "Get Satisfaction" does nothing. More Hypocrisy. It is getting hard to take this serious. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:43

love the psychological profiles. good start for your police state.
So Dayngr plugs the piggies blog on several threads and "Get Satisfaction" does nothing. More Hypocrisy. It is getting hard to take this serious. – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:41

oh the horror! the horror... What a World... What a World... What a World – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:39

DAYNGR JUST PLUGGED IT FOR THE PIGGY...
sound like a good title for BLT sandwich
OINKERS! – Noah David Simon @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:38

just to let you know how much I respect the authority of your moderation.

- Ya Got Trouble -

Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff'rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth'll be frittern away,
I say your young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That'll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!

People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

Harold:
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy's Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like 'swell?"
And 'so's your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we've got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that stands for Pool!!! – @TheAnalysis, on May 16, 2008 18:26

such self righteous ramblings. I didn't see much of this going on when most of Obama/Twitter was backing up Reverend Wright, nor do I see it when most of twitter supports an ideologically motivated cult like mailourmilitary. your are a smokescreen for cults. Who cares if you think I'm nuts or not. if you really think I behave like a terrorist, then shouldn't you be arguing for me by now? I obviously have no respect for your community precedent. But of course you keep the charade of some kind of moderator. damn your hypocrisy. – Noah David Simon, on May 16, 2008 13:53