Posted by Lucifer Lyndon Razoodock at spider-th063.proxy.aol.com on August 16, 2000 at 15:32:50:
"Fletch" presses and presses.
See how he obsesses...
: : He made a movie partially based on his relationship with another woman and made it public.
I'll bet he's starting to rue that with stalker-kids like yourself lurking about.
Smalls said a really smart thing when he opined:
: ...perhaps you're digging a little too deeply into Kevin's life than propriety and politeness allow, Fletchy.
This is completely lost on "Fletch," Smalls. That he doesn't get this hints at his age and/or emotional maturity.
Shit, aren't Kevin's films rated R?
This is why I'm all for the NC-17, even if you don't have orgies, gratuitous death and/or Elizabeth Berkely.
: I mean, this *is* Kevin's board, he *does* read this... wouldn't you be a little skeeved out if you went to a website and total strangers started asking indepth questions about your relationships and ex-girlfriends and then keep on pressing for the answers when people try to turn them off the trail?
: I sure as hell would. It's kind of creepy and certainly over-demanding of someone who's already going above and beyond the call of duty to begin with.
This part made me think (which is why I've leveled off of religion as a pressed-issue...and even though I've a hankerin' to raise it again, I'll just hang loose and see what comes of the "DOGMA" commentaries which, come to think of it, is all I'm entitled to know as a casual viewer)...
I get the idea that "Fletch" didn't stop to think about anything, be it Smalls or Kevin himself who sounded in with some sage-like wisdom.
: An approximation of what Kevin's told us as per your answers: He went out with Joey from around post-production of Rats to a while after Amy came out... and he's never come out with the exact correlations between the fictional Alyssa and Holden and the real Kevin and Joey. You know why? Because that's basically the business of two people. Kevin and Joey.
: Not mine, not yours...
None of this is apparently enough for the witless kiddie who calls himself "Fletch," but I may have an idea now of what gets his defensive, shit-laden diaper all a'twitch.
Here's some helpful advice, "Fletch."
I know it seems like Kevin is your bestest friend in the whole world, but that's really just an illusion.
Truth is, he's just some guy who happens to be the benefactor of a web-board that you happen to post on.
That said, though you may believe that he is Silent Bob and that Jason is Jay and that "Chasing Amy" is a near-verbatim document of his life...um, well, that's just fuckin' naive.
Kevin is, and pay close fuckin' attention to this, "Fletchy," very, very human. No, seriously. He's a guy and he's human.
Oh, right, and an adult ta boot.
His life is not public domain, dipshit.
You are priveleged to know what you know.
So, here's my advice. If you follow this, I swear that you'll be one step closer to Kevin Smith. Not his person, mind you--I'll wager that circumstance has dictated that you just don't hang out with this cat--but to his life-experience.
First, you log-off.
You then go out and meet some folks. Some will be of the same sex, but others will, yes, be of the opposite sex. Talk to these folks. Don't just stalk them and dream about them, but engage them, ya see?
God, you do this a few times and it really starts to seem so easy...PLUS, you'll start to enjoy (and suffer) life experiences JUST LIKE Kevin's...and maybe then, you'd start to understand why many of us in this media-saturated age, can sit back and appreciate the virtues of maintaining a PRIVATE LIFE.
: Now as far as "psychological undercurrents" maybe we should all look to the "Lucifer" heading in your name for those answers in the areas of "fascinating" and "revealing" Look, we all know Kevin is everyone's hero in here and if it makes you feel good to think you have come to his aid/defended his honor/speak for him (You choose), then more power to ya SATAN..."The Church Lady" errrr, I mean "Fletch"
Very clever.
Come at me, boy-o. Your psycho-analytical wit (to say nothing of your pithy whipper-snaps) have left me staggered and reeling.
Analyze me, bitch. Save me from myself.
--tom
This show's not real...I'm a phony fuck just like my Dad.
*whoops!! I'm referencing way too far back for the kiddies again*