I have been lurking since about May. I decided that a x-mas gift to myself was in order, so I took the SDMB plunge.
Please be gentle.
:: bows ::
Welcome, Madd Maxx. We hope that you will enjoy our fine establishment. 
[sub]rustle[/sub]
Madd Maxx, be welcome. Enjoy your stay.
Thank you. I’m over in York, PA myself.
It’s crazy these days with all of these new folks popping out of the woodwork. The poor goats are at the point of collapse.
Heh-heh. The goat’s not really tired at all. You try telling a randy goat to be gentle. Nevermind the calamari.
Did I mention that I’m allergic to shellfish? Do you have Artificial Calamari or would that ruin the ritual?
:: a quick flash of tentacular motion ::
Oh dear.
I wish someone could do a Gary Larson-style cartoon with two panels, illustrating the following greetings:
“Welcome to Heaven, here’s your harp.”
“Welcome to SDMB, here’s your goat, straw, and jello. Enjoy!”
I’ve always been a bit confused about the calamari myself, but I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to eat them. And allergic reactions may be the least of your worries at this point, but maybe you should pop a Claritin just to be sure.
I think one initiate actually did somehow manage to eat some of the calamari, but my experiece has been that the danger is much more in the other direction, so to speak.
I accidentally ate a dumpling this summer with a (single) shrimp the size of the nail on my pinkie toe. I was laid up in bed popping benedryl for 4 days before a trip to the emergency room. I swell up by touching shellfish. I’ve been known to “get all itchy” looking at a crab the wrong way. This can be a problem growing up in Maryland.
Uh oh.
We may need to change plans a little bit here.
Plan Q, everyone! Get the, uh, “salt and vinegar”. And fire up Room 102!
:: attempts to fasten lid on calamari vat, fighting tentacles all the way ::
:: sudden shriek and splash ::
The thing you need to be worried about here is not you looking at the shellfish the wrong way, but the shellfish looking at you the wrong way, ifyouknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo.
Welcome!
York, eh? There’s talk of making the Central PA Dopefest an annual event.
I’m already hosting (read: being invaded) 3 seperate parties this month. I don’t think I could handle that many festive gatherings in such short succession. I’ve already cleared all other festivities from my schedule until after the new year.
::runs nekkid through thread::
[sub]No aquatic life here…[/sub]
This will be next summer sometime – we had a picnic in Gettysburg last June (organized by MsRobyn and danceswithcats) that was a huge success – I know I’m not the only one who wants to try again in '05.
Oh, this absolutely tears it…while all the new blood is very nice indeed, the way we’re going through these goats is just getting out of hand. It’s really time for a new plan…hmmm…
:: gets “Mad Scientist”[sup]TM[/sup] gleem in eye ::
:: heads down secret laBORatory (pronunciation is very important here…a laBORatory is much more mad scientist-ish than a plain 'ol laboratory) carrying boxes of galvinized steel and blueprints labled “RoboGoat” ::
Back soon!
Oh, and welcome, Madd Maxx!
:: Sunspace surfaces, clothes torn and face covered in sucker marks ::
I think things are squirreled away safely for the moment.
Things are okay here? No problems, oddities, unscheduled embarassments, alien invasions, dimensional ruptures, rogue goats?
Great!
:: thumbs-up sign ::
I’m off to bed. See you in the morning!
:: splash splash drip drip drip drip drip… ::
:: k-slam! ::
[sub]baaaaaaa[/sub]
Someone stop Hal, he’s in Mad Scientist mode again! runs off
sweeps Mad Maxx off his feet for a huge kiss, movie-star style
Welcome!
(Sunspace! What are you doing with the cala–EEEEK!)
I think that would be me. They taste nice but have the tendency not to settle down while being digested. I had to get them drunk to stop them from crawling back up my throat.
Mad Maxx if you encounter them, just call me. I’m willing to help if there’ s a good grub somewhere in it.