I’m Strinka.
I post about twice each day. My only big thread was Ask the atheist, 15 year old, male Hoosier.
I’m 16 now.
Hey you’re that golfer from Clovis, right??
I also recognize most of the names in this thread. Considering how seldom I post, I doubt that I’m well known. I have been to a couple of Doper events though.
Me too! Moncton. Where are you from?
Utopia/Pennfield. Near St. George. Tiny, tiny town. Some call it quaint. I hate it.
If none of those places ring a bell… about a half hour from St. Stephen, or St. Andrews. About 45 minutes SE of Saint John. With the “new” highway, about an hour from Fredericton, mind the moose. About an hour and a half from Moncton. Used to go there every summer, but I only know how to get to Crystal Palace (which is actually in Dieppe, isn’t it?) by Mountain Road, near the Comfort Inn from the highway. Magnetic Hill exit, I think. If I went off of that road, I’d be lost. 
(mostly just refreshing my own memory here, I haven’t been home in a year and a half, and just lately, I’ve begun to realise I’m forgetting things… 
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AHA! Nobody knows me! I’m the wind, baby!
I’ve been a severe Dope addict for several years now and during that time, through means far too cunning and subtle to explain in words, I have been controlling the shape and direction of this board to my own ends. Never heard of me? Of course! I’M THAT GOOD!!
Think you know me now?
Ha! Gotcha! I’m not even me any more! See that crumpled pile in the corner? That’s my old skin. Naked and smooth I have emerged from my chrysalis as something wholly new…* something more powerful and complex than you could possibly…*
Hold on…
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Apparently, my roommates have asked that I stop yelling and put my clothes back on.
More later…
I’m DarkSideoftheFloyd. Usually called “Floyd” by people who like me, “That fuckin’ black goth chick” by people who dislike me, and “You” by people who don’t know me.
My presence is usually evidenced by the tons of guys buzzing around me. Guys want to be with me, and girls want to be me. Or be with me.
Bahaha, yeah, right.
Seriously, though. If you ever met me at a Dopefest, I’d be the one either reading or drawing in the corner. I have no “significant other” and I’d like it to stay that way.
One of these days, I will take over the world and force all the people to do my bidding. Somehow.
Hi I’m Ghanima. I am a doper and a slight geek. I took my name from the Dune series which I have an unhealthy love for. I have been to two dopefests but felt awkward mostly as the conversation often turns to television and I don’t watch television. However I had fun despite my awkwardness. I’ve been pitted once and it turned into flowers and group hugs so it may not really count. I am a daytime doper, I rarely am on the boards in the evenings or on weekends. I have been warned by the mods twice, I think. Now that’s living dangerously. If I got banned I’d probably still lurk. That’s how much I love it here.
I’m pravnik, a.k.a., inter alia, Bricker, Jr., Cliffy the Lesser, mini-minty… 
I know Pennfield! My evil roommate in university was from there. And I’ve passed through the area on my way to St. Andrews several times.
Crystal Palace is technically in Dieppe, but Dieppe and Riverview are parts of Greater Moncton - It’s all the same to me. I don’t mind Moncton, but I really don’t know anyone here so it’s kind of dull. I’ve lived in quite few places, but my family is from a tiny rural area called New Denmark and I can understand not really appreciating “quaint”.
If you’re ever in the area, let me know! We could meet at one of our hundreds and hundreds of Tim Horton’s. 
I’m danceswithcats (duh)
Through the friendliness of TruePisces I met the Philadope gang a few years ago. That meeting led to getting hooked up with mainstream MADs, and by George, we love parties and get-togethers. Gettysdope I was such fun-meeting dopers from all over. Don’t let post count scare you-dopers are cool regardless of the number. Join us at Gettysdope II!
Hi, I’m Jayn Newell. I know some of you have noticed me, no idea how many. Haven’t been to any dopefests and so haven’t met any other Dopers IRL. Would love to change that–consider this an open invitation to drop by if you’re ever in the area.
I’m living in Halifax, but originally from the South Shore…no, not Lunenburg sighs Shelburne. Studying journalism, currently working as a security guard (anybody with half a clue what I look like, you have my permission to laugh and/or gape with astonishment. That’s what all my friends are doing). Bit of a geek, into video games, anime and Star Trek, but none of them quite enough to earn me my Geek Club Card–well, okay, maybe the anime addiction warrants it. Which reminds me, I still have some unwatched stuff, I need to fix that runs off
I would bet my entire savings* that if you told me his/her name, I’d know who it was.
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- checks wallet - $4. But it’s USD!
- checks wallet - $4. But it’s USD!
I’m Feydeau.
I write plays.
I haven’t been pitted…yet. But I was called boorish (repeatedly) in the Pit thread I started recently.
Now, I don’t know if she’s married since 1993, but her last name was Cook or Cooke (I can’t recall whether it had an e on the end). Ring any bells?
Hey, Jayn_Newell is from the Maritimes too. Hi!
I got you all beat. Been here five years, over 2,000 posts and I bet no one here recognizes me or even remembers any threads I’ve opened.
HAHA! All kinds. Pennfield is polluted with Cooks AND Cookes. Incidentally enough… Moncton, University, 1993-ish… I probably know her. And it’s probably better for both her and I that I zip my lips right now.
(I can’t help but ask, though… did she happen to be taking either fashion design or bartending/restaurant type classes?)
Considering most of the posters who have posted dwarf me thousands of times over in Cool Status, I would rather not describe myself directly. Instead, I have hidden my description in the following love letter. Hopefully, it will help for you to better undertstand me.
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Dear Suzy Q. Tippe,
I am sticky, brown and yellow - holed like a rabbit into a ravine. I lust for you… curvaceous, rigid, strong… your letter and picture did little to pacify my yearning for your ivory flesh. My heart trembles, synchronizing the crimson horizon. Vibrations burst and collapse - soothing, pacifying. The ground’s warm tangibility hungrily consumes my energy - the mind languishes, wearies. A lulling haze, replicable next to only our passion, permeates my surroundings - I am embraced.
Trees surround me, fencing me in, holding me back. Branded with passion’s symbolism, our sacrificial sapling - chosen for it’s fidelity in canopying our engagement - ominously hangs outside the canyon‘s corridor. Further, no trees sprinkled haphazardly with “leaves”, as you described, have yet to dissolve from the ground. Perhaps, in time, such curiosities will emerge. Meanwhile, slender stalks, pushed outwards like a bug on twine, are all the reminders one needs to muse about our love’s happenings - their figures reminds me of your own.
Snaking canyons, concentric about the hub, my village, wind eloquently yet lazily around themselves. They are the swirls, communicating intention pertaining to the nougat core that is my village, about the countries confectionary chocolate truffle. Theoretically, in all directions cliffs protrude, surrounded by scientifically proven ocean forests. Beyond that, and that itself, is a mystery yet to be resolved: all who have ventured towards this theoretical end have perished indefinitely. Below is a tunnel, unexplored for much as the same as the cliffs, and above the sun rises and falls capriciously, wanders unsurely throughout the day, and wanes dolefully into the bluest skies. Days are shortening, birds are flying southwards, the trees are hugging inwards.
The winter is coming - won’t you join me?
- Earl Wax
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Otherwise, I am best described as having bad grammar.
Nope. But at the time we were living in Sackville…
Greetings from mr bus guy.
Often not the one with deep thoughts, or with complex intellectual theories or explanations. Don’t mistake me for a shallow dolt, I just play one on TV. if I hear you laugh at me, I’ll pretend you’re laughing with me and feel better about myself.
I think I’ve killed some threads, or started some non-starters. Nothing famous or exciting though.
What? You want the guy in charge of the school buses to be entertaining and slightly off kilter, or sane and just a bit dull?
Thought so, now bring me a beer and I’ll shut up.
PS: I bought a new grill yesterday, a new car in March, a big-screen TV in April and a house that’s being built also in March. Make checks payable to: the bus guy relief from overspending relief fund…