Where are my manners? I’ve just realized that I’ve been wandering the halls of the SDMB, voyeuristically peeking my head into various rooms, and occasionally speaking up during conversational lulls, all without introducing myself. I beg your forgiveness, and offer this belated greeting:
Hi! My name is zut, and I’m new here. I know a whole lot about a few little things, a little bit about a lot of things, and pretty much nothing about everything else. My wife knows a whole lot about some of the things I know pretty much nothing about. I live in the US and vacation in Canada, I have low blood pressure but high choleserol, I can barely remember Spiro Agnew’s resignation, and I’ve worked in some interesting places, if I do say so myself. I’ve got more book-larnin’ than I’ll ever use, I’ve got more books on my bookshelves than I’ll ever use, I’ve got more space in my attic and basement than I’ll ever use, and I wish I could make the same statement about my bank account.
Oh, and Cecil? I’ve read all your books while standing in the aisle at the bookstore.
I’ve been lurking, I live in the south…my hero is Eric Estrada (hense the handle)…have been wasting my billable hours in a much more family oriented forum…
but damn as the days go by, I just keep getting angrier and angrier.
In replying to the question of what he feels about my ass, zut responded:
All I can say is that you have some explaining to do to your wife of yours about this desire…
In any event, to you and ponch, welcome!
Please allow me to introduce myself…
Yer pal,
Satan
I HAVE BEEN SMOKE-FREE FOR:
One month, one week, two days, 12 hours, 47 minutes and 32 seconds.
1581 cigarettes not smoked, saving $197.66.
Life saved: 5 days, 11 hours, 45 minutes.
I’ll introduce myself on this thread:
45 year old female. I remember everything,
hear everything, and get angrier than anyone
I’ve ever met. I type faster than a typewriter,
my only favorite color is purple. I am a huge
Andrew Lloyd Webber fan, owning about 400 CDS
of his work in 14 different languages. My
name is the song “Annie Christmas” in ALW’s
latest work “Whistle Down the Wind.” My last
name is Anne and my Birthday is December 25th
and ALW is very happy I am not a stalker.
I am also a celebate, non-drinking vegetarian.
…to the board, zut and ponch. I regret that I didn’t introduce myself when I registered. I’ve been a shameless lurker for a long time. I wish I’d been bold enough to do this, so I’ll jump on your bandwagon–if I may–and take this opportunity.
green
I really feel like we should be introduced first…but other than formalities, I’m game.
yes. (when in doubt, resort to confusion. Best advice my mom ever gave me.)
the cool brick work on the building across the street and the stormy sky
tradesilicon because he likes my catsuit…yes I can be bought with compliments (hangs head and sighs)
?? ex. I…er…well…say, what nice…uh…font you use…ummm…big daddy. (help?)
should I be keeping track?
if I say attention seeking true friend of Cecil…that would be indecisive, wouldn’t it? I’m afraid I’ve been too busy thinking about question 2 to give a good answer.
What else? Hmmmmm. Ye gads, but I’m boring. I saw every episode of Monty Python’s Flying Circus before the age of twelve–God bless public television. I speak Ubby-Dubby (Zoom! anyone?) and Pig Latin fluently. My last name is an adjective. Every time someone here mentions ‘sock puppets’ I think of sock monkeys…can’t figure out why, but it’s an interesting mental picture. I always wanted to go to the Olympics in roller skating…
I…uh…thought the question was, you know, rhetorical, like “what do you feed a 400-lb gorilla,” where the “you” was understood to mean “one,” like, “in what way does one feel about Satan’s ass;” the “one” referring to the person who has that responsibility, and not, y’know, a question where you means you, meaning me, and uh, I can’t see the top of the hole anymore, so I’ll stop here.
