I haven't visited coping since January 2000 - over two years ago! So coming back brings back lots of memories... slagging off Yanks and Aussies, talking crap, arguing with Jeff the Poof.

Is anybody left who has been a Coper since then? I was one of the originals.

I notice someone has called themselves The New God on this site, so it's good to see I've not been forgotten. I wasted hours of my life on this site.

By God on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 12:39 am:

I bet you guys had some fuckin top conversations after September 11th - all about Muslims and Yank imperialism and the hypocrisy... It's a shame I missed it.

By Stamp on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 02:19 am:

Who's your mother?

By Motherfucker on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 03:01 am:

BIG IT UP FOR STAMP

By Quintal on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 03:10 am:

Hi God.
Are you going to bring Faye with you?

By God on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 04:41 am:

I find it extremely weird that people on this site still remember me after two years. Or maybe the weird bit is that the same people have actually continued to come here for over two years!

I have told Faye I am back to cause trouble on Coping, so she will probably be popping along in the next day or so. Ooh - it's like a big reunion...

By Stamp on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 06:05 am:

Thanks a lot Motherfucker.

By Quintal on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 07:07 am:

I dont remember you, God. I wasnt even here then. I remember Faye.

By Anonymous on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 08:08 am:

Friends are cheaper than laptops.

By Anonymouse on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 08:14 am:

I love you Anonymous :-)

By Lucky on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 08:37 am:

Ooh hello An- I mean God!

By heavy petting on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 09:55 am:

I remember Faye. I know she's kinky, she's a kinky girl. She makes me wriggle, she wiggles when she giggles, she's a kinky girl!

By God on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 10:59 pm:

I only remember Lucky, Violet, Jeff, Eddy and Faye. Quintal - how did you link me with Faye then?

By Fried~Butter on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:00 am:

God, I remember reading your posts & - sucky or no - being impressed by your intelligence. I was far too meek back then to post anything myself. And yes, there were some memorable, notably clever and notably idiotic posts after September 11th. They were all on the ever~transient 'Garden Central' however, and thus were deleted. So ~blushes slightly~ I printed some of the 'September 11th' posts out. I know it sounds a bit solemn and a little wanky, but there will come a time when 'scholars' and Historians, future generations etc will want to know how ordinary people were reacting to 'September 11th' & what better place to find the answers than an Internet message board?!!11

By Lucky on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 11:41 am:

Eurgh, if by any chance you printed out what I said about September 11th please get rid of it. It was pretty effing stupid, even for ME...

Oh look, I've been here for four years! Sheesh it's kinda worrying when you look at who God remembers and see that I'm the only prat still here! Well, it's addictive.

By indigo on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:47 pm:

I'm sure I was here too... but probably too shy and newbiesque to be posting under a fixed name.

By indigo on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:54 pm:

Fucking hell - i just searched for messages I've written (trying to find my first ever posting) and I've posted 243 times. Actually, now I think about it, this isn't very many... oh, hang on, it's actually 243 topics. Ah. That has to be over a thousand postings. What I could do with all that time now....

By Sarki on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 07:11 pm:

Welcome back to Coping God! I, as king and conquerer of Coping and Blurchat am offering you an olive branch.
I am a keen admirer of your general knowledge and academic intelligence. This coupled with my razor sharp wit and ruthlessness, we can take on all the message-boards on the internet!
Are you up for the challenge God?

sarki

By God on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 08:33 pm:

Today Coping, tomorrow the world...

By Faye on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 12:17 am:

In the words of an angry feminist in 1929:

"God was a man, so it must be all rot!"

You go girl!

By Butter~Feelgood~Girl Comedy Surprise Hit of 2002? on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 12:52 am:

~Roflistix~, never mind, Luckster. Plagued with Insomnia, around 6AM I was reduced to digging out my Della Robbia blue "VIRTUAL REALITY!" folder, dedicated to all things Net~al. I was in search of the 'Coping Reactions To September 11th' stuff. And yeah, Lucky, you did write something pretty effing stupid (especially coming from you, since you're generally one Coper who talks so MUCH sense!). But that day and in the days following, there were far more effin' stupid posts than yours, chock~full of verbiage and bollox after bollox after bollox. But there were many insightful and intelligent posts too.

I also came across some old emails written by some Copers from around that time, and was genuinely surprised I'd forgotten how NICE they were. How sympathetic and insightful, helpful, intelligent, kind and generous. Yeah, I know it's flakey, sentimental, lachrymose and so on, but reading over a few emails written around that era, eems from the likes of Shifty, R~S~P, Arresting Occifer, Skrooie, Marion, Pillock, BIG BRETT, Johnny Panic, one or two from BakeSoda and even Eddy Lewis!!!111
Um anyway, after reading these cheering epistles, I was reminded of something Eddy (the New Zealander) wrote in his 'Goodbye' post, around time last year:

"Even though we don't know each other and many have never seen each other, in the real world Copers are an extended family and I am sure we would all look out for each other. I have made enemies here, but if I met them in real life, I would treat them as a friend, because they are part of my community. Just think, if you are a regular, what this place really means, and realise that it is a significant part of your life, even though it is only electronic entertainment.

Of course, the part about 'Copers looking out for each other in the real world' does rather stretch credulity, after some of the back stabbing and deliberate cruelty that I've seen going on in this little place over the past odd 8/12 months, but what the hey!

Wake up, it's a beautiful morning. Let's all hold hands and form a caring Coping circle!!111

By holding hands in the Coping Circle on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 09:18 am:

good morning starshine.. the earth says hello..

By Lucky on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 11:44 am:

So you'll burn it... right? Please? PLEASE?? Come on! Comeoncomeoncomeon!

By Karla on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 01:29 am:

Two nights ago, I had a dream about Mr. Burns. The dream started when I visited him at his house. I went in and everything was burning. His couch was burning, we went into his kitchen and all his appliances were burning. His microwave was burning, his fridge, the curtains, Mr. Burns himself was on fire.


Who's Mr. Burns? I have no idea...

By The Occifer on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 04:38 pm:

God - Faye linked herself with you. You see, I was surfing at Junee Beach once, cutting up all these wicked waves and filth swells, when I saw this cute little girl in a white teeshirt sitting on the beach building a sandcastle. I wouldnt have looked twice, except the teeshirt had a large picture of the Coffee and TV milk carton emblazoned on the front, with the words "SOCIABILITY...is hard enough for me" written on the top and bottom. I had to go and talk to this girl, and despite the fact I accidently knocked her sandcastle over with the end of my surfboard, she turned out to be the friendliest person I'd ever met on Junee Beach. "Hi," I said. "I'm Quintal." In the ensuing few weeks, she introduced me to Coping, and mentioned your name once or twice, or possibly even thrice.

By Billy Faye Cyrus on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 10:26 pm:

LOL! Or as Americans say "LAHL"!

By Liam on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 10:50 pm:

By Anonymous on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 11:16 pm:

i love him soo much

By Thom on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 12:42 am:

By Liam on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 12:51 am:

By Thom on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 01:27 am:

By the referee on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 09:55 am:

Ummm. Thom wins.

By the referee on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 09:58 am:

Actually, now i think it may be Richey. Poor love - they may have found some of his bones... *shudder*

By Lucky on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 07:44 am:

I spose that's a NO then. Bugger.

By Alex on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 09:56 pm:

I rarely think about what I'm thinking these days. I used to think about what I think a lot - but eventually you get sucked into a vortex and disappear down the plug-hole of confusion

By John Lennon on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 10:08 pm:

We're all Christ and we're all Hitler. We are trying to make Christ's message contemporary. We want Christ to win. What would he have done if he had advertisements,T.V., records, films and newspapers? The miracle today is communication. So Let's use it

By Liam on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 10:19 pm:

If I saw an alien, I'd tell it to f**k right off because whatever planet he came from they wouldn't have the Beatles or any deccent f*****g music. So they can f**k right off, I ain't going anywhere with them

By Alex on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 11:06 pm:

Space is exactly like the sea was 6,000 years ago. All we can do is make tiny little boats that float a bit. I feel ridiculous talking about going to Mars, but there's nothing fucking better to do! It's even better than getting drunk!

By Damon on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 11:18 pm:

Alex writes a song about every 2 years and they're all about planets.

By Graham on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 09:49 pm:

I THINK CHRIS EVANS IS THE BIGGEST WANKER THAT EVER LIVED. Print that in capitals please.

By Nathallie on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 09:49 pm:

Hello God! I'm just another kid you don't remember, but who remembers you nonetheless ... you and Eddy and Tam and Joe and Ian are some of the ones that stood out the most when I first came on, I think - just over three years ago.

Hope you're all having lovely days, wherever you're found!

By Graham on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 09:53 pm:

[After first time drinking as a teen] I crapped on my jumper. I wanted to poo and I forgot it was tied around my waist. I had to throw it into someone's garden.

By Liam on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 10:02 pm:

Whoever's throwing things like this on stage...like...if you don't like the music, fuck off! If there're any more coming on,
I'm off. And you gotta deal with all these people here who are enjoying themselves. If you don't like it, go fucking hang
yourself! Don't be throwing fucking stones on stage like this...I don't wanna go blind over some fucking dickhead! This
one's called...this one's called Roll With It, dickhead

By John Lennon on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 10:32 pm:

Listen, if somebody's gonna impress me, whether it be a Maharishi or a Yoko Ono, there comes a point when the emperor has no clothes. There comes a point when I will see. So for all you folks out there who think that I'm having the wool pulled over my eyes, well, that's an insult to me. Not that you think less of Yoko, because that's your problem. What I think of her is what counts! Because - fuck you, brother or sister, you don't know what happened. I wasn't there for you. I was there for me and her and the baby!

By Jarvis on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 10:42 pm:

Sometimes there's a thrill to be had from doing something which isn't good for you and might, in the end destroy you

By Damon on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 10:48 pm:

My grandad said:'Smile and the world will smile with you.'

By Alex on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:02 pm:

Graham and I soon discovered we had loads in common - including a love of booze and guitars

By Graham on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:03 pm:

You are an idiot,Alex!

By Alex on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:18 pm:

We're just boozers, really. It's as bad as anything else, but you get spared the claptrap. It's a good pop drug.

By Liam on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:19 pm:

I fucking hate that twat there, I fucking hate him. And one day I hope I can smash fuck out of him with a fucking Rickenbacker right on his head.

By Graham on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:22 pm:

Watching Noel Gallagher play, he has too much fucking respect for the instrument. To get the best out of a guitar, you've got to fucking hate it as well.

By Noel on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:44 pm:

If I ever get to go to the moon, I'll probably just stand on the moon and go 'Hmmm, yeah...fair enough...gotta go home now.

By Liam on Saturday, March 30, 2002 - 10:47 pm:

I'm ageless and you're a twat

By Uncle Hoodjimaflidjit / Michael 'king of soft play area' Purton on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 01:17 am:

Hahahahahaha, chickens. Chickens playing instruments, would you believe it? Chickens I tell you. Magnificent, who has the battenberg, give me a slice.

By Graham on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 06:44 pm:

By Damon on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 06:52 pm:

Me???

By Graham on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 06:56 pm:

I meant Alex. Sorry Damon, didn't mean to ruffle your feathers.

By Alex on Monday, April 1, 2002 - 11:14 pm:

stupid cunt

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By infomatic on Monday, April 8, 2002 - 08:06 pm:

can't managers normally spell? and didn't that coper mean moderator anyway? sigh...

By BakeSale on Thursday, April 11, 2002 - 07:01 pm:

Haha, not since the glory days of Thomas Williams have I had to scroll down through several lines of one repeated word. Congratulations, angry manager.