Sorry, hagdirt

[essentialsaltes]

So the whole Cal Godot thing on enigmachat got me all misty-eyed and nostalgic for Adam J. Bernay. Let's play internet stalker.

He's now a rabbi, conducting services for a messianic congregation that meets in his house. (Well, okay, his parents' house.)

And ladies? He's single:

"I am single, 31 years old, and looking for Miss Right. My hobbies include science fiction fandom, karaoke, and spouting opinions.

About my potential match: Ideally, I'm looking for an American Ashkenzic Messianic Jewish woman, 25-35 years old, raven-haired, dark-eyed beauty around 6 feet tall, healthy but not so thin the bones stick out, as seems to be the fashion nowadays."

Comments

Re: please

[maccabee.livejournal.com]

Will Mr. Disgustingly Obese admit that he was wrong, or will some kind of convoluted excuse snake out of his ass (like santorum (http://www.spreadingsantorum.com/)) for why things didn't go the way he predicted?

Ummm... I did admit I was wrong. http://maccabee.livejournal.com/58435.html

Or were you too desparate to show me as being evil to check? Ignoring The Data That Might Show You Wrong equals Intellectual Dishonesty.

Now who's intellectually dishonest?

Re: please

[aaronjv.livejournal.com]

Uhmmm...I could only stand to read one page of your blog because you are so disgusting. I can only hold my breath for so long before your shit tries to wiggle into my eyeballs.

So no, I didn't read the entry where you admit you were wrong. Congratulations on being such a swell guy, you admitted that you were WRONG, VERY, VERY WRONG about the recent election. What do you want, a brownie?

Now that concrete evidence has proven you WRONG, VERY, VERY WRONG, maybe you can admit that there are OTHER THINGS you are WRONG, VERY, VERY WRONG about.

Like that people 'round these parts like you.

And I didn't state that you wouldn't admit that you're wrong, I just asked the question about you. I never answered it (sure, I made it obvious where I placed my bets, but I didn't stick around to find out where the ball landed).

Oh, and can you PLEASE use another userpic? I'm trying to keep a meal down.

I'm sorry about calling you disgustingly obese and fatty fat fat and Hirsute Jabba. That was totally uncalled for and puerile. The dybbuk shoved my mind onto the desk and speared its screaming scalding cock into my ear until I had no choice but to tap lashon hara on the keyboard with my feebled fingers.

But everything else that I said was my fault.