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Mar 2, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -5 freestater said:

Yeah, no thanks. I had been lurking over at fanatics, but when I saw hyatt show up, I lost interest almost immediately. Hege walls of green font aren't my idea of a fun messageboard.

Shakin^TM welcomes you to The Hampur. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction — Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

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Who is still on scout? Mar 2, 2015 10:22:40 GMT -5

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Post by Fishooked on Mar 2, 2015 10:22:40 GMT -5

Feb 27, 2015 9:02:58 GMT -5 Raoul Duke said:

Feb 27, 2015 8:55:24 GMT -5 crossfire said:

I haven't been posting here much because I have been preoccupied with a very ill friend. But I have been on here just about every day for a short time. I haven't looked at JI/Scout in a while but when I did, it was dead. Kind of sad what happened to that board.

But I have seen it before, People think because a board has a lot of members signed on, doesn't mean they have maintained that membership. Most "members" are on for a very short time and disappear. For example, I was a member of gangreeen before JI. Yet I have about 15 posts. And I am a member of JI/Scout and since the switch-over, I probably have about 15 posts.

For a switch like that to work well, it probably could have been timed better and feelers put out to certain posters to make sure they would come along for the ride.

Ultimately, it's not about the board name but the people who make it enjoyable.

I think it's a good idea to recruit a few of the good posters, like KRL and others.

And what the fuck happened to :usedtobeacop:

I'm going to have to send him a text and see what's up.

We've all reached out to 32green (me, Jetworks, Fish...), he's coming. He's delaying as much as possible signing up cuz he knows he'll be sucked in and waste his "valuable" time. I miss Timmy too, though I doubt anyone has a clue how to contact him.

And it's not even peach-picking season either.

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Who is still on scout? Mar 2, 2015 15:06:28 GMT -5

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Mar 2, 2015 9:58:47 GMT -5 shakin said:

Mar 2, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -5 freestater said:

Yeah, no thanks. I had been lurking over at fanatics, but when I saw hyatt show up, I lost interest almost immediately. Hege walls of green font aren't my idea of a fun messageboard.

Shakin^TM welcomes you to The Hampur. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction — Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

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Who is still on scout? Mar 2, 2015 22:06:02 GMT -5

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Mar 1, 2015 21:19:31 GMT -5 thebigragu said:

Mar 1, 2015 8:17:42 GMT -5 lileprechaun said:

This should be called the "shadenfreude" thread. One over on JN too... I honestly don't think Ballbather/Sean intended that his sale of JI would implode as it did. He always seemed to take great pride in his site and worked to keep it of high quality. On the other hand, that bombastic, pumpkin-headed dufus with the Smith Brothers beard who actually was a Packers fan was a terrible choice to moderate a Jets site. He single-handedly made the site both unbearably irritating while chastising any from the old JI for daring to question him. He was like the Packer Soup-Nazi. So, for me if there's shadenfreude it's toward Mr. Pumpkin Head. And by the way, the Hampur has been a remarkable success. I was quite sure it would have gone down in flames like the Red Baron's Fokker by now. Ragu is starting to take on the mantle of Maximus in Gladiator -- turning a bunch of ragtag slaves into Roman legions. Maximus --- Pumpkin Head. It really wasn't a fair competition.

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Or this guy... two by two we arrive on the ark, while the last remains of that Sodomite Scout site is washed clean by the wrath of G-d.

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Mar 2, 2015 9:58:47 GMT -5 shakin said:

Mar 2, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -5 freestater said:

Yeah, no thanks. I had been lurking over at fanatics, but when I saw hyatt show up, I lost interest almost immediately. Hege walls of green font aren't my idea of a fun messageboard.

Shakin^TM welcomes you to The Hampur. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction — Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

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Who is still on scout? Mar 3, 2015 12:46:06 GMT -5

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Post by freestater on Mar 3, 2015 12:46:06 GMT -5

Mar 2, 2015 9:58:47 GMT -5 shakin said:

Mar 2, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -5 freestater said:

Yeah, no thanks. I had been lurking over at fanatics, but when I saw hyatt show up, I lost interest almost immediately. Hege walls of green font aren't my idea of a fun messageboard.

Shakin^TM welcomes you to The Hampur. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction — Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

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