25 years on the SDMB, and I still don't know the secret handshake

If you were the young gentleman at Terminal ‘C’ in Las Vegas waiting for the Albuquerque flight, while surfing the SDMB on your tablet as i walked by, I would have offered my hand to see if you knew the secret handshake. This would have confirmed of you were an initiated member, or if you’d just stumbled across the Boards.

But apparently, I don’t know it either, and I’d be awkwardly remiss if I tried to gauge your interest or membership without knowing the proper protocols.

They don’t tell me nuthin’ round here.

Tripler
Making things awkward since well before May of 2000.

As a retired personal property appraiser myself, I would like to know how many, ahem, Stradivariuses you see in a year? I would usually see 6 or 7.

It’s a verbal not a handshake, but I’ve said too much.

I see many, ahem, Stradivarii each year, of many sizes and shapes, but this doesn’t get me any closer to the handshake or secret hand signal. I mean c’mon now, its not like I’m looking for a moderator coffee mug or anything here.

Tripler
I don’t wanna be wandering around tellin’ people to steal third base, either/

It’s a look.
Non-verbal.
Oddly dressed and wearing quirky shoes and perhaps stripedy socks that don’t actually match.
Has cat hair on their clothes.

And absent mindedly nit picks your choices and words.

Yep. Doper. Everytime.

in my imagination

A third thing could be saying hi to Opal.

Just what I was thinking.

“Hail Cecil” would also work

Opal was before me.
I always feel slightly guilty using that phrase.
I did toss around the idea of getting it put on a shirt.

I settled on “just a girl who loves Andy”.
Present company excepted. :blush:

Loudly yell out “Hey! Any Dopers here?”.

Secret handshake: you pass some mexican fat burners while shaking. and say ‘Gotcha ya!’

“Cite?”

Excellent!

My first name is Cecil, as was my Father’s. I’ve considered changing my user name, but I fear that hordes of 'Dopers would surround my home with torches.

Oh, Carni*, you mustn’t say such things.

*nickname

This is half of the company I work for . . . Doesn’t really narrow things down.

Now that recreational marajuana’s legal 'round these parts, it might just be confusing. And I am not yelling this in an airport I get hassled there enough, TYVM. . .

What I read was: “My name is Cecil. You killed my father. Prepare to die . . .

ETA: We need something to disambiguate the members from ‘stumble-acrossers’.

Tripler
We need t-shirts an’ ball caps. Do we have ballcaps?

You cook it up. I’ll buy one.

I’m on it. I can see it now . . . T-shirts boldly emblazoned w/“If you don’t MPSIMS, you aren’t with Cecil.” and “Vote for Cecil.” In red iron-on lettering.

And “tactical” gear. Lots of “tactical” slide rules and coffee mugs.

Tripler
I’m on to something, I can feel it.

On second thought, we gotta be careful about this. We can’t be advertising all willy-nilly. We do have standards to maintain . . .

Tripler
Gotta maintan the delicate (cool and hip person) / (dipstick) ratio.

Whatever it is, you should put it down, back away from it slowly, and take a long nap.

How soon the feet of clay fall apart :grinning_face:

I was all set to send you some start up cash.

You need to be more specific lest someone be under the impression that you are hailing the wrong Cecil.

I think it is more along the lines of sounding someone out to see if they are an Arrested Development devotee or a fan of The Wire: you make a few oblique references (“I never thought I’d miss a hand so much!” or “Close that door, man,”) and see if you get an appropriate response. I assume for the Straight Dope it would be something involving airplanes and treadmills.

Stranger