Traditionally, there’s a reduction in post traffic at this time of year. Everybody’s busy with holiday stuff. I remember a newcomer a few years ago who groused, “Where is everybody? I thought this was The Teeming Millions!” Well, stick around, newbie. Things will pick up. I don’t remember who originally called us “teeming millions,” but it was a humorous exaggeration. We’re a crazy/nice/loveable/maddening/smart bunch of people.
You mean the rest of you aren’t teeming as hard as I am? Well, I am a little miffed!
I’ve been more focused on ravening lately, to be honest.
I hope I didn’t violate any rules, but when someone wrote to the Votemaster two days ago asking what he could since he couldn’t bear any social media any more, I suggested they come here. If they print my reply, we could get a few new members that way.
But we’re not the teeming millions, we’re the “thousands of the smartest, hippest people on the planet, plus a few total dipsticks.” The “teeming millions” is everyone else not yet here.
“Smartest?” “Hippest?”
As I so often remind people, I consider myself to be simply adequate for a troubled age.
Somehow “thousands of the most adequate and mundane people on the planet” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
I don’t know. I run into a lot of people who don’t even rise to meet those criteria.
I was always a dipstick.
We are Dopers! Dopers on holiday break!
We got the oil changed last month and they busted the dipstick. $24.99 + tx.
Large miffed here, but size isn’t everything. Teeming is more about frequency and a million just isn’t that big a number anymore…
Being rather quiet right now, I can rummage through all your desks.
Just because I can.
… late December
… back in ‘63?
What a very special time for me.
As I remember, what a night!
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I strive for adequacy.
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
No, the snow turned into rain…
< saxophone >
Someone left the cake out in the rain.
Same Old Lang Syne