Negative Board Personas

[Nickatilynx]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

I've never understood this phenomenon, either.

I've only met Brad Shaw in person once and it was perhaps a moment that gave an indication of the "real" Brad Shaw. He'd been pointed out to me at a convention, so I walked up to him with my hand out, smile on my face and said "It's nice to meet you, I'm Morgan Grayson." Now, admittedly, at that time in my life I was wearing heels and was 5'9" tall. Rather imposing, perhaps, except for the fluffy blonde hair and big smile. (He's not very tall.) He literally shrank away from me and looked terrified. I stood there with my hand out, wondering if this man actually expected me to beat him up. He certainly looked and behaved as if he did. He recovered, shook my hand quickly...and suddenly had to be somewhere else.

Not the most healthy of self-images in that man. People like that frequently find the power behind the safety of the computer the only way they can express their internal anger. Perhaps there is some self-hatred involved. It would take a professional to untangle it all.

One thing he did get big points for, at least in my book. During an intense period of being mocked for lobster consumption, at one convention he hired an individual to walk around in a lobster suit. Now, admittedly this says more about me, but I *chose* to interpret this as the ability to laugh at himself, which is a fine quality. I may be totally wrong in my interpretation, which I fully admit. It was a total kick watching the "Lobster" amuse the children of hotel guests that had nothing to do with the convention though.

I berlieve when I met you ,I said "What up ho!"

;-)))


"""He literally shrank away from me and looked terrified. I stood there with my hand out, wondering if this man actually expected me to beat him up. He certainly looked and behaved as if he did."""

I've seen that look... ;-))))

[MorganGrayson]

Originally Posted by Nickatilynx

I berlieve when I met you ,I said "What up ho!"

;-)))

For the life of me, as clearly as I can picture the moment, I can't remember what the hell you said first. That glaring Versace jacket is no doubt responsible.

I *do* remember looking you up and down and muttering "somewhere, a horse is naked."

Perhaps you did say "what up, ho!" That would explain my remark.

In all fairness, you had warned me about the jacket. Your "don't worry, I'll be easy to spot at the airport" jacket. (Oh, my yes.) All you needed to properly accessorize that thing were a fried egg tie and clown shoes.

Maybe someday I'll tell you what the first thing I *thought* when I met you was.

Not today, though.