Dear "Enjoy, Steven"

I’m now inspired to sign my posts, too. This could be fun!

Hold me,

Hippy Hollow

I always decoded it as Montgomery man. Sometimes that meant I’d parse it as “Oh that’s Steven, the guy from Montgomery, AL”. Sometimes it’d make me think of Montgomery Burns. Brains are crazy like that.

I always found it a bit egotistical, the whole signing thing. “Look at me! You’ll all remember me now that I’ve latched onto this gimmick!”, which is much easier than being remembered for insightful or witty posts. Maybe I’m wrong, but it smacks of attention-whoring IMO.

Cancer is the new black,
Woody

You are.

And yet your reasons above fail to convince me. People might not look at the name of the poster? If somebody says anything that makes an impression, I’m going to check their name. Really, that second it takes to scroll (or merely look) up and see the poster’s name isn’t that taxing.

I am great!,
Woody

I find it friendly.

Hi Daniel! :waves:

The Will to Pandas?
I beg to remain your most humble and obedient servant,
Mbossa

This. Seriously, we’re pitting this? I find it kind of sweet.

I am always deeply moved when somebody posts something personal, like the death of a parent or a child, and some people sign their real names. I know this isn’t the same thing, but it reminds me of it.

I never thought it was a big deal. It does not make me think any different about a poster or their post if they do or do not sign them whether it be in the post or in the signature box.

Thanks for playing,

SomeUserName

(continuing hijack, sorry)

Heh. My mind always parsed it as “Mountain G-Man”, like an FBI agent with one leg shorter than the other or something…and I play Magic :smack:

Anyway, you can count me in the ‘meh’ group. It does stike me fleetingly as unconventional each time I run across one, but then sometimes formal etiquette does the same in day-to-day life.

em hotep,

Steve

You fucking hysterical gasbags of bloated hilarity are really cracking me up. The incisive, diamond-knife edge of your finely honed wit never fail to bring me crashing to the floor, consumed by overwhelming fits of laughter as, hunched eagerly over keyboards, fingers trembling with barely restrained comic savantism, you all sign your posts with the eloquence and poise of a classroom full of tittering four-year-olds. Really great stuff, guys. Comedy gold.

It’s called solidarity, you addlepated twit. You know, a show of support? It’s not funny because it’s not supposed to be funny. All it is is a way to show that it doesn’t bother them (and lightly tweak the noses of those who inexplicably are bothered by it) by doing it themselves. Get it now?

Yours,
Q

If you think that by threatening me you can get me to do what you want… Well, that’s where you’re right. But - and I am only saying that because I care - there’s a lot of decaffeinated brands on the market that are just as tasty as the real thing.

-Chris Knight