Well, surely you must, infinite wisdom and all that. But deuced if I can see the motivation. You must be aware that now that you have stepped into MPSIMS in all your radiant glory, not once, not twice, but three times, that unusually mundane and pointless segment (of which I am one) of the Teeming Millions will demand it every time? Soon, everyone will feel it his or her birthright to have a personalized shout-out, or a birthday greeting, or (insert deity here) knows what else! I’m sure that Jesus must have felt the same way. “Uh, Jesus? Mr. Christ? I was standing in the back and I’m kinda short, so I missed it. Could you do that little walking on water thing again?” I’m sure that before too long, you will be wishing that you had just waited for that aha character to shut up and go away, and that you had sent Little Ed to pass along your thanks for the orgasm research. I have to say that for once in my life, I don’t envy you one bit. Speaking as one who has something of a reputation for reclusiveness in real life, I know what happens when I suddenly decide to mingle with the hoi polloi for one evening. Suddenly, everybody starts treating you like their lifelong pal. I would just like to add the disclaimer that I’m not angling for anything here. Believe me, nothing would be more comforting at this point than to have this thread completely ignored. I’m just a mite curious as to why the Unca Cece we all know and love suddenly developed the populist touch, even if that populist touch seems to involve insulting people. I’d hate to think he was getting soft on us…
neuro, you know there is no way Cecil’s answering this.
You got that right, beatle. No way in hell.
Cecil is a reclusive genius, not my beer buddy. I would hardly expect to see him here again, participating in what he must percieve as the mental equivalent of lighting farts.
Fight the power, Cece.
Think about it: the MB roils with dissent. Brother attacks brother. Black is white. Hydra-like trolls are banned, and banned again, only to seemingly return in greater numbers. Regs grumble. Newbies get defensive. Folks worry that everything’s sliding toward a general state of higgledy-piggledy.
Then.
Cecil posts a few times. Welcomes some people. Sends actual birthday greetings. The Teeming Millions goggle, then stutter, then rejoice. Unca Cece talked to us! Was kind (even, I think, in his own way, to Coldfire)! Has been downright garrulous, really! And folks feel a little cooler about the board. Remember why they’re here in the first place.
I’m thinkin’ it was a generous descent from on high to show a little attention and perhaps reinvigorate the Teeming Millions a bit. The fight for ignorance wears on the troops sometimes, and a nod from Patton himself goes a long way to giving our boys (and grrrls) a shot in the arm.
Or maybe he was bored. 
And there’s no way he’s posting to this thread. In a million years.
Uhmmmm. Well, extrapolating from the excellent SD books, I’d wager that UncaCece observes no boundaries but those he sets himself. Let’s face it, when a funky, horny Real Brain creates a venue like this out of pure erudition and attitude, it’s iffy that he’ll react predictably to any kind of adulation, much less market demand.
I mean, sheesh, you want normal reactions from a frankly sexual, wordy misanthrope who chose SLUG as court artist? This is a high-minded pissant in faded Madras shorts, scrawling his column on the back of grocery receipts who managed to carve out a niche as High Counter Irritant in the City Of Big Shoulders (not to mention stockyards, killer winters and polluted politics)–and made it pay.
This is not a normal person.
Read the books. He flunked Hallmark warm-fuzzies somewhere around the first grade. He’s pure attitude in broken down huraches–worn with white socks. (Hell, it’s COLD in Chicago 8 months out of 12.)
Nah, Cece won’t get into the greetings schtick…unless it’s a lady with orgasm info or an insectoid member of the Teeming Millions, begging for quashing.
Wanna bet?
Veb
Or… maybe he just recognizes me for the genius and major asset to the SDMB that I am.
People can change.
You nailed that one, Neuro-.
>>> Fight the power, Cece.
He can’t…
…well, not without inspiring one of those "Can God create an object that he can’t lift it, even if he’s downing a few agaves of tequilla and clutching a babelicious like Neuro-Trash Grrrl in one arm, as he causes Psychic Orgasms in the Teeming Millions (and it would be millions) with a Talking Drum Solo of ‘Dharma for One’ (embarrassing the local bulls with his sheer potency until they shrivel up into bull chews) while dancing en pointe from point A to Point B without passing throught the points in between [but heaven forbid on the supercooled liquid point of a glass needle]…
(deeeep breath)
because you see, Cecil is the Power. And the Glory. Amen.
You got that right! It’s your day, your way, and don’t it feel good!
Veb, you’re glorious.
Who knows the mind of Unca Cece? Who has been his counsellor?