We have never posted to each other before but my name is aha. I wanted to drop you a line and say what a great job you do of moderating this forum. I know the trolls are worrisome, the pay sucks and the hours are long sometimes.
I also wanted to drop you a note to see if you would be interested in being included in my signature line. Your nick would be hanging down there with such luminaires as my close and personal friends, Ed Zotti and Jerry Davis.
All you have to do is just post a welcome and congratulations on your 1000th post reply, to me aha, in this thread.
I think some of the lady posters on this board are going to give me some other things for my 1000th post,but your welcome note would be considered extra special.
Naturally I understand if you don’t have the time to post to me, but I think * mrs. aha * would be a little disappointed if you didn’t welcome us to the board and congratulate us on our 1000th post.
Thanks a million in advance.
Well, I have to go re-roof the house right now for the wife but I will check back from time to time in anticipation of your reply.
If your ever down my way please stop in for a glass of iced tea. We’ll leave the light on for you.
PS. Some people on this board will interpret this post as sucking up. It’s really not their fault, they just haven’t figured out yet how to get along in this life.
To know the joy of seeing your name in a sig line. I can only imagine the orgasm of thrill that must go through Wally everytime he sees his name down there. And to be put in such august company as Ed and Jerry, to be sigified; truly a joy that can only be known by few.
But for me, it is not to be.
You see there are too many unanswered questions. Too many reasons why I have no real friends and what few acquaintances I have tend to keep their distance. The few who did … there are only rumours, unsubstantiated or not, does it make any difference at this point? The strange, hooded figures seen out of the corner of their eye as they quickly turn … and are gone. The knocks on the door at midnight when there is no one there. Sounds that seen to emminate from the walls and ceiings… “Tekeli-li … tekeli-li…” Rumours of rituals. Places whose names he has never heard … A strange gutteral whisper in diamond shaped consonants …
… and then disapearance.
So, no, please don’t ask me to that that to you. Even though it might mean a vacuous sig existence, let it be. You to your life, and I to mine, here by the sea … o the sea … crimson, sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes … and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a boy where I was a flower of the mountain… yes … when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I though well as well her as another and then I asked her with my eyes to ask again yes and then she asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around her yea and drew here down to me so I could feel her breasts all perfume yes and her heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will … yes … yes … yes …
Nevermind. Well I am disappointed however I have been disappointd before.
I will live.
But even now, as I am changing Ed Zotti’s name around with Jerry’s to appear first in my sig line so as to keep my ass kissing self out of trouble ,I must admit to you Euty, that I have not been completely truthful with you.
Should I come right out and say it?
Why not?
It has weighed heavily upon my mind of late to aspire to larger fish in the sea than yourself for a welcome to this board and a place in my sig line.
There I said it.
I don’t say this to belittle. For the great moderators are far above mere words from sniveling lichens such as myself.
But many’s the night I have lain in bed and blurted out in the dark to no one for no reason, Cecil, Oh Cecil wherefore art thou oh cecil. Wouldst thou send me a welcome on gossamer wings. Only to have my utterances go for naught, lost on deaf ears and committed forever to the mists of time.
And so, I have sent forth a plea asking for a welcome from the great SDMB God himself.
Eutychus55 likes to put things in puzzles. In fact, hidden in his long–seemingly rambling and meaningless–post was the following greeting: “congratulations aha on the proud occasion of your thousandth post yes… yes… yes…”.
Documentation of the above claim appears below:
To know the joy of seeing your name in a sig line. I can only imagine the orgasm of thrill that must go through Wally everytime he sees his name down there. And to be put in such august company as Ed and Jerry, to be sigified; truly a joy that can only be known by few.
But for me, it is not to be.
You see there are too many unanswered questions. Too many reasons why I have no real friends and what few acquaintances I have tend to keep their distance. The few who did … there are only rumours, unsubstantiated or not, does it make any difference at this point? The strange, hooded figures seen out of the corner of their eye as they quickly turn … and are gone. The knocks on the door at midnight when there is no one there. Sounds that seen to emminate from the walls and ceiings… “Tekeli-li … tekeli-li…” Rumours of rituals. Places whose names he has never heard … A strange gutteral whisper in diamond shaped consonants …
… and then disapearance.
So, no, please don’t ask me to that that to you. Even though it might mean a vacuous sig existence, let it be. You to your life, and I to mine, here by the sea … o the sea … crimson, sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes … and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a boy where I was a flower of the mountain… yes … when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I though well as well her as another and then I asked her with my eyes to ask again yes and then she asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around her yea and drew here down to me so I could feel her breasts all perfume yes and her heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will … yes … yes … yes …