I thought you all used roger’s e-mails for toilet paper.
Well, we tried, but it’s basically impossible to flush a monitor. Even a flat-screen.
I don’t want to be suspended with the other hoi polloi. My particular underappreciated genius is too rare for such common treatment. I will require the title “Sabbatical” to be placed under my user name, and a two or more threads to effect of “Please, Waverly, return from sabbatical at your earliest convenience.” Thanks in advance for your cooperation.
Young ragamuffin! Toilet paper! In my day we real men just grabbed whatever natural formations we could find - leaves, twigs, whatever. And if all we had was pointy rocks, well, we just chalked it up as a learning experience. And walked funny.
Now THAT is funny!
Roger, Before you embark on such a tedious journey, I’d encourage you to acquire a good set of travel luggage. In choosing, pay less attention to the designer label as these tend to change over time and fall into and out of favor for reasons too silly to go into, but pay more attention instead on the materials used. From what I understand, there’s not one available that’ll zipper itself so make sure a large handle is within easy reach. Also, when choosing the leather consider it’s ability to shed the occasional spill and, above all, it’s thickness.
I wish you fair skies and calm sees.
I’m afraid you’ve misinterpreted the purpose of your mug.
This reminds me of the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
High as a kite, and full of heroic resolve to kick his opium habit, he would hire a couple of stout yokels for a hefty fee to stand the next day outside the pharmacist’s where he purchased his laudanum (opium, freely available back then).
“No matter how much I beg and plead with you, you are to refuse me entry.”, he would tell them.
Of course, come the morrow, Coleridge, withdrawing and irritable, would be at the pharmacy door, angrily demanding entrance, and cursing the two lads, equally determined to keep him out, as insolent knaves, who should pay no attention to whatever he’d told them the day before.
A payment double that of the first one would always resolve the crisis! The men would go off marvelling at the stupidity of poets, while Coleridge, as soon as he was high again, would be once again laying plans to kick the stuff.
OK, the SDMB isn’t quite as addictive as opium, but it’s close! Maybe you should put a warning on the site. 
Boo!
Now who’s this Roger git agan?
If the admins were really on the ball, they’d charge again to have yourself suspended. Kind of like the whore who filled her vagina with glue–“she said with a grin, if they pay to get in, they’ll pay to get out of it, too!”
TVeblen - was that an official “Boo!”? 
Would it be possible to get just Teddy suspended? Eddy and Freddy are complaining about him hogging center stage.
Couldn’t you find some way to mention C. S. Lewis in the OP, roger?
Suspensions and bannings are getting trite.
What we need is a flagellation option, and perhaps an auto-da-fe or two.
Why do I suddenly miss FreakFreely?
-SisterCoyote
Who really couldn’t tell you if she’s ever been warned, scolded, or spoken to harshly by a mod.
Hmm, well I did have an admin say that I was correct in that a particular discussion needed moved and that he should have noticed that himself before posting. Does that count?
Pfft. Rookie.
I know I know. Heh, I can’t even bring myself to be mean to people when I’m in a pit thread. Ah well, not being noticed is something I’m used to.
Just curse a little and you’ll blend right in.
Fuckwad.
Okay, okay, my bad.
Funny you should mention it, though, for I’m currently reading a 1953 edition of The Allegory of Love, which might be said to stand as CSL’s PhD thesis. Can’t make head nor tail of it, but that won’t stop me reviewing it in Cafe Society in due course. Since you asked, next up on my reading list is a lesser known (naturellement - more cachet in dropping it into Lewisistic conversations than the common stuff like Screwtape and, ohmygod, Naaaarnia) edited collection of Lewis’s work called Spenser’s Images of Life. Not likely to know what the fuck that’s about either, but that’s hardly the reason I’m going to read it. I want to be able to stroll casually into every Lewis message board in the blogosphere and say I’ve read every word the man wrote. And that I’m English, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
How you doin’, AndyPolley, mate? Not sure what you were on when you posted, but always good to know you’re still alive.
Yep, goofballs again. Hey everybody look at AndyPolley, he’s hopped up on goofballs!