Where’s my steenkink writing coach?

“No more self-serving claptrap, dear?” asked his mother, Whinona, pushing her horned-rimmed spectacles further up her broad, ill-suited nose.

“I’ve gotta dump. Right away.”
“There’s a fresh newspaper in the stand by the toilet.”
“No, that won’t do. Where’s my laptop?”

Dave’s not a devil to dance with Frank. I’ve been here and there saying much of what Winer’s been saying, but I’m still uncomfortable with these latest dangling threads. In a way, I kinda prefer the one where one of youse done did the deeds, instead of some zorro-hacker moustachioing up the place(s). I’m a sucker for closure I suppose; I’ll take the ending with the palpable close every time.

You’ll tidy up the loose ends when the time is right. I trust. No panic. Time for me to unplug.

Anyway, of course Frank’s good people. A mensch among menschs in fact. But. On the editing tip, I’m suspecting that not everyone was on the same page re what it was all about and/or what direction it was to turn after the initial Hunt for a raison d’etre.

I’m not sure if Frank was a host host here. Y’know, the person responsible for making sure everyone has a coaster for their drink, a smashing good time and a safe ride home (“bye bye, y’all! come back real soon!”).

Sounds more like he was just the guy in the gang who called around and slapped his credit card down for the best/cheapest bingo hall for the bash. Which naturally leads to more questions that I will stifle for the nonce.

Peace be with you, Mr. Paynter. We (I) will wait.

From what I saw, of the stuff I actually got, it was in the spirit of satire, tongues-in-cheek goofin an spoofin. Lots of inside jokes and, well, clowning around.

I assumed, just as with Kat Herding, that after a time most of the participants where an open secret. If you were familiar enough with their styles of writing, the subject matter, etc, you could fairly guess who wrote what. I saw the “masks” not so much as an attempt to hide, but more playing with alter-egos. Y’know, I can dig that.

Were I considered vibacious enough to be extended an offer to join the party, I think I might’ve clapped my hands in glee before returning the secret handshake. That said, my targets would’ve been a lot different as the babblings from, say, Kathy, Tara, Maryam et al don’t inspire more than a pursed-lipped shrug outta me. I would certainly add some “diversity” to the target selection.

So on the day I popped in to see that someone had posted something about how they were going to put some “Joey” character in the hole (temporary banishment from the site), for some “inappropriate” comment or the other, I jumped in and made some snideish remark without really thinking or checking into it.

I mean, how embarrassingly ironic is it that the meankids would be locking the door on someone for bad behaviour! So I said something without thinking or looking. I’d seen enough banter in there and read comments from “Joey” before — how bad could it have been, right?

I’m now lamenting that decision, because it may’ve been one of the truly nasty, uncalled for bits that’ve been talked about ad nauseum of late.

I should have peeped into the situation before shooting from the lip and I’m trying not to repeat the same mistake. Not so soon anyway.

So a few of us are gathered here Frank, toes tappin, fingers drummin on the table waiting, hoping, for a few more scraps, some basic answers to some basic questions (as posed in the above comments in this thread).

This story is turning too far to the weird for my liking. Will you help us piece this together or do you remain mum because of potential legal issues (which we can perfectly understand, but does she really have a leg to stand on)?

If that’s the case (and I admit I’m not sure I’m following all the twists and turns here), didn’t anyone notice it was out of character and wonder what might have come over him, or did he, as Charles above says, reach out some other way to say “Hey, that’s not me, can you please lock down my account?” or something like that?

I don’t know the Head Lemur, but I trust you, Frank, which is why I’m posing this question.

Is that even close?