JimFormation

I don’t like groups of people. Groups become all uppity and self-righteous. They form associations, make rules, and wave their private parts at Others that don’t know their Secret Handshakes.

The next thing you know these groups are telling the Others who they can hang with, which god they can talk to, and who they can have sex with. Groups will desperately try to make everyone else follow their Secret Handshake Rules.

Sometimes when Others don’t follow their rules, the groups try to force the Others to live by their rules. They might even threaten the Others with a pointed sticks or fondle their women if they don’t give lip service to the Secret Handshake Rules.

(These Others sometimes form their own groups just to have enough Molotov cocktails to hurl at the first group. Things always get out of hand. The next thing you know Rodney King is pleading on television, “Can’t we all just get along?” And, of course, the answer is “No.”)

A lot of people have been lost or killed because they didn’t comply with the Secret Handshake Rules.

Hell, I’m only a member of one association: the Bey Lea Golf Association. Even that makes me nervous. We wave our private parts at people who get tee times after 8 o’clock in the morning and don’t play winter golf. We haven’t fondled any of their women yet; we do ogle at them though.

I hate groups. I haven’t met a group I’m really comfortable with.

Individuals, well that’s a different story.

There are few people that individually I don’t get along with. I only ever really hated one guy, but I got along with him. He did, however, get decapitated in a highway accident — so I’m very cautious about who I really hate. I might have some sort of super power; I’ve got to be careful.

So I don’t do “community” well. Not in the meat-world. Not in the cyber-world.

I’ve joined several cyber-groups over the years. Usually I just get to the sign-up page and then my participation rapidly peters off after that.

That said, I joined a cyber-community yesterday. Well, it’s not so much a community as it is a … umm … discussion group? … err … virtual hangout? … well … I don’t know. There’s only a few of us there and nothing has happened yet.

I think I was the first to sign up. I signed up with two demands requests:

1. I’d like a seat in the back under a dim light near where the bar back hangs. I prefer it be reserved for me — which shouldn’t be too difficult, because no one else will want to sit there; there’s a draft.
2. I want a cool title like “Key Master.” Maybe “Supreme Potentate” or better “High Muckety-Muck.”

Both of my requests were granted. I think I’m an ahem Administrator.

Go check it out. I’m going to give it a shot. I hope you will too.

Stop by The Pub. Tell Harry I sent you.

First beer is on me.

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LATE ENTRY: In keeping with the pub theme over at The Pub, I requested the title Bar Back.

I got it.