Affectionate Fighting

It's quiet, too quiet. Ominous! Bruiser seems to have dropped back into the jungle to plan her next affection-ambush. But I gather from the "Views" statistic that some people have been looking without participating. Perhaps I should try to flush them out. Interesting tactical problem: how to launch a ferocious, vindictive, hostile barrage of non-ferocious, non-vindictive, non-hostile greetings at _anonymous_ people? They doubtless all have good qualities that I could compliment them on, or they wouldn't--

THAT'S IT!!

Now hear this, you lurking vicarious observers! You can't fool me; I _know_ that all of you have tons of positive, admirable personality attributes, OR YOU WOULDN'T _WANT_ TO FOLLOW THIS THREAD! IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE CAPACITY FOR LOVE AND GOODWILL IN YOUR HEARTS, YOU WOULD FIND THIS THREAD BORING BEYOND ENDURANCE! You see, it's no use trying to pretend you're cold and cynical; this veteran Glove-warrior has you scoped out as nice people! So be _real_ men/women/girls/boys, show yourselves, and let me assume the best about you! I _dare_ you to show yourselves and be liked and cheered for and affirmed! If you're scared to come in singly, then come in a group--and I'll ask the Lord God to pour His blessings on ALL of you at once!! Even if you happen to make your move when I'm not on, someone's bound to Glove you to pieces here!
 
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Sorry to all for my minor absence, for today was my last day of Driver's Ed. :D Now all I have to do is go and get my permit. ^^ Alas, I missed you all while I was out, it seemed like ages although it has only been around twenty-four hours. :rolleyes:

On now to the battle.!

I inspire you? For me to inspire anyone is an accomplishment, but to inspire you it is an honor.

Maybe I should tell you to be good, or else we _won't_ have any more battles?
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:eek: Why you sly, clever fox you. Indeed, you know how to keep me in my place. Now I will make _sure_ that I do good always. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't _fight_ with my Papa Joe.

Here you go blessing and praseing the anonymous people who are following our battles. Just showing off your appealing, ultra-loving, wholesome, thoughtful, and _sickening_ sweet side once again, are you? What did I tell you about this? I told you that if you continued to do so then I was going to have to battle you with more fiercely. If everyone in the world had only half of your intelect, compassion, and amiable attitude we would have a world full of angels.
I am greatful to know you and honored even more so to be considered your friend. Alas, to be your _spiritual_ granddaughter is a blessing.
Copperfox said:
Even if you happen to make your move when I'm not on, someone's bound to Glove you to pieces here!
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What Copperfox says is true. There will always be someone on to _force_ Glove on you. If they are not on at the moment, then they will surely be on shortly. I can almost guarnetee you that.
 
It's wonderful as always to be non-angry at you, my extremely cherished non-enemy Amanda! Since you're a glutton for non-punishment, I challenge you to make THIS affection-struggle so tremendous that any onlookers will want to make NEW friends just to be able to Glove them in dreadful combat!!

YOU, Amanda, are such a TERRIFIC young lady that when you play sports, your sweat doesn't stink! You're so terrific that if you burp, it comes out as music! You're so terrific that sunlight follows you around corners, because it doesn't want to lose the privilege of shining on you! You're so terrific that if the evil space aliens in the movie "Independence Day" were real, and they probed your mind telepathically, they would instantly repent of their evil ways and become friendly!
 
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[I must say that as you were bombing me this last time, I was laughing so hard that I was almost in tears. My sweat not smelling. :p]

YOU, Joseph, are such a tremendous joy to be friends with that every time I am reminded of it I smile. Your optimistic outlook on everything is indeed contagious. Ever since I was blessed by befriending you and coming to Jesus [which wouldn't happen if it wern't for you] there is not a day that goes by where I do not wake up singing [which is good in the fact that I am happy, but not a pleasure listening to XD]. Or try to help someone look on their bright side. Your teachings will forever be engraved in my mind and your Glove will forever reside in my heart so that I can bring more joy and Glove into other's lives. See you even help people through other people. Now that is a wonderful talent.

I cherish the time that I get to 'battle' with you.
 
You cherish this time? You have the brazen effrontery to treat me as if I am helpful and beneficial to your life? What an INSULT! I'll get you for that, little missy! Just you try cherishing THIS---


Amanda, YOUR dear supportive heart-healing friendship is a God-sent blessing to ME! Such a provocation of Glove CANNOT be left unanswered. Look out, you asked for it! I launch missiles of happiness directly at your sweet face! I explode landmines of intercessory prayer and good wishes under your feet, enveloping you in thick non-toxic clouds of my hopes for your long-term well-being! Then I stab you with non-injurious figurative bayonets which stand for my wish that God's anointing would penetrate all of your being and make of you--though the idea staggers the mind--an EVEN MORE vivacious, life-affirming, darling young lady than you already are!!
 
Bruiser apparently has fallen back to regroup; this is a good time to make sure my flanks are guarded...


Hey, Inkling, alias Juliet, alias Fantine! Yes, I mean you, the talented and beautiful one! It's nice having three names to call you by, since it's always pleasing to think of you. So pleasing, that I must bring vengeance upon you by humiliating you with a publicly-displayed compliment on your virtuous and pure-hearted character.


To all and sundry: last night, this insufferably good lady had the daring modesty, the provocative gentleness, the abrasive sweetness, to send me a PM saying she hoped she hadn't offended me in recent communication! What a goading, stinging act of charitable consideration for my feelings--apologizing pre-emptively when in fact she HADN'T even offended me in the first place. How dare you have such a tender conscience?? Why, with such a kindly peacemaking nature, you probably cruelly deprive your husband of ALL opportunities to get angry at you for anything! Ah, but I can still get non-angry at you and show how much I non-dislike you! So, THERE'S a thrust of respect...THERE'S a chop of admiration... THERE'S a lunge of appreciation...and THERE'S a slash of wishing you every happiness!
 
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Copperfox- how dare you to be so encourigeng!!?? Miss Freckles, how could you have so much fun with me on the German thread. Oh not to forget Bruiser and Shortangel, who endured so patiently my attempts to write in English. I´m glad I found this thread and I enjoy to be with you in the dancing lawn.May God use you as a blessing to many other people and may all of you get evry blessing he has for you and not miss one. Now I gave you what you deserved!!
 
Lioba: wie getz? (Is that correct?)

Do you think you can join in here? Do you think you can just come barging in here, liking people and appreciating people and boosting their confidence? Well, I'll tell you--YOU CAN! SO KEEP DOING IT!
 
more plants, i think the garden is dry :)

comes in with more peppermint & spearmint plants, notices that the garden is dry, takes her elephant shaped canister and waters them, sneaks quietly out the door :)
 
That is, she TRIES to sneak out; but the ever-alert Copperfox, moving with startling speed for a recently-hospitalized grandfather, gets to the door ahead of her, then shouts:

HOLD IT, Shortangel! You don't get off that easily! This is one too many times you've tried this endearing, likeable tactic of yours, in which you want to be part of the Gloving action but are so modest and humble that you don't want to pull too much of the spotlight toward yourself! Well, I say you ARE getting spotlighted! Spotlighted as a person of enormous charm, all the more charming BECAUSE you don't try to hog the attention! I see well that you are like an embodiment of the advice our Savior gave, to take a low seat at the feast and allow the possibility that you will be invited to come higher. Well, on behalf of our Lord, I say it to you NOW--come up higher, you wonderfully self-effacing person you! Those who humble themselves are to be exalted; and now you're CAUGHT, and you are DOOMED to be exalted for your modesty and your willingness to defer to others!

As punishment for your marvellously Christian spirit, I invite you to pick someone else you know on TDL....and challenge that person to meet you on this thread for a desperate Glove-duel! I'll be rooting for you to win that one...although, of course, no one really LOSES in these battles.
 
Copperfox- it is spelled wie geht´s- but it is spoken the way you wrote it!
that´s German!
So, if I´m in now- anybody ready for a duel?:D
 
Of course I cherish these times, that which I get to bombard you [and others] with explosions of life-healing, heart-warming, spirit-lifting Glove. The times where I get helped instead of pushed aside or pushed down for my efforts. It seems that my self-confindence over these few short months have doubled [of not tripled] because of you. I have also been able to lose a bit of my 'attitude' and become more open-minded on things that I were closed on. I think that it is YOUR supportive heart-healing friendship is a God-sent blessing to ME! I am going to drop a non-harming a-bomb of Glove and blessings over your house that will encase your house and thoes around yours. I will order my soilders to be a watchful eye over you to make sure nothing bad is able to get to you. My soilders will not be visible, so don't think that you can turn them away. If you were to slide into even a little bit of discomfort with yourself or a little case of depression, my soilders will fire comforting bullets into your heart. They will cover for me while I am not able to be around.

By the way I cherished you last heart-warming battle with me also.
 
Lioba, the post by Bruiser was addressed to me; but I know she will agree to both of us Gloving you too! So, to welcome you into the dreadful, terrifying, ghastly conflict:

ACHTUNG, Fraulein Lioba!! Prepare to be BLITZED with the DONNER of acceptance and goodwill! I am going to knock you sprawling with online hospitality, smash you with my delight and rejoicing that you are joining us; for Glove, like courage, is something you have more of the more you give it away to others. WILKOMMEN (sp?), you enthralling, bright, winsome, gregarious, infectiously upbeat girl you! Lioba, you are SO thoroughly welcome here, that even when salvoes of blazing affection are aimed at others than yourself, I hope you'll be studying the battle tactics for your own benefit.

Now, my artillery swerves in azimuth to target Amanda, alias Bruiser:

Amanda, If Glove could be made into an industry, I would see to it that you were sent along the "assembly line" of a Glove processing plant. Here is how it would be:

You would put on a full-body coverall with a protective face covering (in view of your asthma), then lie down on a sort of pallet which would carry you along a conveyor belt hundreds of yards in length. At the first stage in your processing, you would be sprayed with what seemed like perfume (which, however, would not set off your asthma). At the next stage, you would feel vibrations through your pallet, like sitting in one of those vibrating armchairs they invite you to try out at shopping malls. At the next stage, a fine mist of water would be sprayed on you. At the next stage, you would stop in place long enough to listen to an unfamiliar yet beautiful piece of instrumental music.

After more than half an hour of assorted experiences like these, I would meet you at the far end of the conveyor, wearing a plant manager's ID badge. As I gave you a hand to help you down off the conveyor, you would take off your face mask and say, "Well, that was fun in its way; but I don't feel any different. What sort of processing DID they do to me?"

Then I would say to you, "I'm sorry, honey, didn't the foreman tell you? You weren't invited here to _receive_ processing. Do you think you need artificial means to _become_ a sweetly Gloving soul? Bless you, dear child, you already are a superlative specimen of Gloveliness! That conveyor was running you past a versatile array of niceness-detectors and virtue-sensors, to measure and record your wonderful and attractive personality characteristics! We'll be processing the data from you to refine our system for helping _other_ people to become Glovable. And you'll get credit; in fact, our process for cultivating sweetness in people will be called Amandafication!"


By the way, Amanda AND Lioba: be on your guard for some sudden raid by Shortangel. She has a benignly devious mind, full of innocent cunning and wholesome sneakiness. I urged her to take a more direct part in the spreading war; but from the impression I have of her, she may choose to wage asymmetrical warfare, choosing her own times and ways of "destroying" others with sweetly-giving wonderfulness. Be alert!

 
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Amandaification.? :D

Lioba - Your english is fine, I don't have to, per se, endure it because it isn't as bad as you make it sound. I think it is _my_ grammer that you guys are having to endure. XD

Copperfox, also known as Joseph but betterly known as Papa Joe. Your story of Amandaification was funny, unique, and heart-warming. I am going to try my hand at some more of your clever comparisons.

In the delicate box of chocolate candies you are the single piece of caramel filled sweetness that people search for, testing each piece with a small bite.

In the extravagent kitchen of the high-class chefs you are the fire extinguisher. Preventing harmful things to get out-of-hand, there for saving people's lives.

In the computer scene you are that new, updated, computer. The one that everyone desires to have, with the best and most reliable service.

You are the ever affective Tylenol in the medical scene. The pain and fever reliever, that everyone takes for comfort in their uncomfortable situations.

In the all-famous western stories you are the good guy that saves the damsals in distress and the city from the bad guys.

In the garden your thoughts are like the ever beautiful rose. Sweet, loving, beautiful, and treasured by all.
 
Lioba, please do not feel slighted or left out if I concentrate on Bruiser at the moment. It took a charming sort of boldness for you to plunge into this "dangerous place;" and you are a likeable enough girl that you will surely be attacked with plenty of Glove in your own right if you hang around here. (In fact, who's that sneaking up behind you now--? Ha ha, made you look!) Bruiser and I, though, have a particularly long and "bitter" history as "arch-enemies," like Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed. So....

Amanda, if you were a damsel in distress, any rugged Western or Eastern hero should consider it a privilege to rescue you and expect no reward in return! Rather, much as The Three Amigos would say "Our reward is that justice has been done," so any hero would regard it as a reward that what was good for the dear and irreplaceable Miss Amanda had been done. Why, I can imagine everybody from Orlando Bloom to Jackie Chan lining up to rescue you! For you ARE that valuable as a person, that appealing as a girl, that precious as a fellow Christian, et-wonderful-cetera! I Glove you every hour of the day, every day of the week, and every season of the year!

(Okay, Lioba, did you follow my technique there? These days, a man my age CANNOT be too careful to AVOID making people think he has improper intentions toward a young girl; but on this battlefield, I can practice deluging Amanda, my symbolic granddaughter, with praise and well-wishing of a constructive nature.)
 
*opens dictionary, scans with finger in the 'B' section'

Bruiser
A noun
The Name of a beautiful, young, pretty, Amanderish, human being. :D
Sweet, & to be treasured.

LOL
Am I doing this right?
 
No problem , Copperfox I´ll find my personal GLOVE- adversary and until that time I´study the actual combats to refine my personal fighting-style.
Be blessed, both of you.Oh and anyone around, too.
 
Are you doing it right, Elendil? Drop that false modesty, young lady! You are doing it SO right on the first try, I suspect that you're trying to make the rest of us look amateurish and clumsy in our attempts to be supportive and loving to each other! This insult shall be avenged--en garde!

Grace, you irresistible Aussie, you're in for it now! I'll sure give YOU a piece of my mind! It so happens that I have long ADMIRED you for the fine balance you maintain in your mentality, which has enabled you to aspire to military service and yet left your potentially-most-alluring femininity intact! And do you think that the tone of benevolence and good intentions reflected in your personal correspondence with me can go unpunished? I punish it NOW, by telling all the forum that I consider you HIGHLY PRAISEWORTHY for the compassion you have shown toward persons facing difficulties in life, and I wish for God Himself to pull no punches in BLESSING you for it!
 
Elendil said:
*opens dictionary, scans with finger in the 'B' section'

Bruiser
A noun
The Name of a beautiful, young, pretty, Amanderish, human being. :D
Sweet, & to be treasured.

LOL
Am I doing this right?
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lol. Thanks. :D
You guys are going to spoil me. Seriously. :p


Papa Joe, I Glove you every second in a minute, every minute in an hour, every hour of a day, every day of the week, every week of a month, and every month of a year [Until forever and ever has come and gone]. You wonderful, likeable person you. I don't see how _anyone_ could have _any_ bad thing to say about such a marvelous person as you.

The beauty of a person does not lie on the exterior, rather on the interior. Beauty of the mind and heart. That beauty is priceless. The beauty that our dear Copperfox has.
 
Dearest Amanda (since I do personally know at least one other Amanda, I can literally say that you are dearer to me than any other Amanda, or even than any Miranda or Yolanda): my use of the boxing metaphor was even more appropriate than it seemed at first. This is becoming a deliciously gruelling, exquisitely torturous, refreshingly exhausting long-term battle for supremacy between you and me. As weary boxing opponents will dizzily lean into each other even as they continue tiredly driving punches into each other by force of will, I lean shakily on you and keep on "hitting" you with THIS--

You are a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful girl, sure to be worthy of at least forty "wonderful's" when you attain full womanhood. Your very existence, for anyone with eyes to see or ears to hear, should be obvious evidence in favor of the existence of a loving and benevolent God...for how could random chemical processes in an impersonal universe EVER have produced such a captivatingly sweet creature as you are???? It is horrifying to think of any sadness or pain ever happening to you, because you are a princess in spirit (and I do NOT go tossing off the word "princess" at every girl equally), with goodness piled on top of the goodness heaped on top of the goodness in your dear precious heart! I not only will always Glove you; I even reach backwards in time, so that in a manner of speaking I already Gloved you before either of us even existed TO Glove each other!

Boy, this IS a strenuous combat; but I'm not asking for anyone to ring the bell!
 
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