12-07-2011, 01:14 PM
I was trying to type this up in my word processor and the view was too distant. I tried to adjust the zoom level, but kept failing. Then I saw another view setting called 'Optimal'. It worked perfect. Why isn't 'Optimal' the standard. It is, after all, a very wonderful word and not only that, by definition it's just right. Just right!
Hardly anything is just right. You have to adjust your seat in your car for hours until it feels 'just right.' Then someone comes along and hold a switch for two seconds and you have to start all over. Things aren't ever just right, they have to adjusted to your specifications or discarded.
All of this has nearly nothing to do with my confession.
The main reason I love this place is because you guys are like the cast of some unmade International comedy and you fit together and slither in and out of threads with such ease. All of this was quite a shock to me when I discovered this site a few months ago. It didn't take me long to figure out I could learn a lot here- and only part of it had anything to do with poetry. Thanks to the solid characters and such broad multicultural attitude (about everything but 'football') I have learned such gems as the definition of 'wank', 'fap', 'pissed'(BrE) and many other exciting phrases best left in the Sewer.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this place is optimal. For others maybe you are too honest- brutal even. :p But I like honest. I like it with a dash of insanity, but I don't want to be lied to. When it's terrible, call it terrible. Now on to my confession.
I have lied to you all. I am the poet and thespian Stephen Fry and now that I have come to know you I want to take you all with me to a poet's paradise. It's a land where everyone knows mythology like the back of their hand and instead of Hallmark cards people write each other prose on scrolls a mile long (and then email them without typing). If you cannot forgive me for this lie that I have perpetrated then I will be forced to go back to being Mark the guitar playing jackass from Alabama. Have it your way. Either way I think you guys are awesome. Happy holidays from a lunatic. :p
Hardly anything is just right. You have to adjust your seat in your car for hours until it feels 'just right.' Then someone comes along and hold a switch for two seconds and you have to start all over. Things aren't ever just right, they have to adjusted to your specifications or discarded.
All of this has nearly nothing to do with my confession.
The main reason I love this place is because you guys are like the cast of some unmade International comedy and you fit together and slither in and out of threads with such ease. All of this was quite a shock to me when I discovered this site a few months ago. It didn't take me long to figure out I could learn a lot here- and only part of it had anything to do with poetry. Thanks to the solid characters and such broad multicultural attitude (about everything but 'football') I have learned such gems as the definition of 'wank', 'fap', 'pissed'(BrE) and many other exciting phrases best left in the Sewer.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this place is optimal. For others maybe you are too honest- brutal even. :p But I like honest. I like it with a dash of insanity, but I don't want to be lied to. When it's terrible, call it terrible. Now on to my confession.
I have lied to you all. I am the poet and thespian Stephen Fry and now that I have come to know you I want to take you all with me to a poet's paradise. It's a land where everyone knows mythology like the back of their hand and instead of Hallmark cards people write each other prose on scrolls a mile long (and then email them without typing). If you cannot forgive me for this lie that I have perpetrated then I will be forced to go back to being Mark the guitar playing jackass from Alabama. Have it your way. Either way I think you guys are awesome. Happy holidays from a lunatic. :p
Yours Truly,
Stephen Fry aka Mark Fry aka WildcardSearxh aka redneck aka 'aka' aka 'kak'



if it were'nt just right he would'nt be able to adjust his chair height in order to see on top of a table. same with car seat's. if it wasn't just right only sj would be able to reach the peddles. but no, it's just right, mark can slide the seat in real tight and his toes can just reach 