I took Rue’s post to mean that he wanted this thread to die higher on the thread list than than the thread started by the Poster Who Shall Not Be Named.
Of course, I could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time.
[size=1]I thought about posting in jerky’s thread to jack it up, because he was basically shooting himself in the foot with that bump. But then I thought, “Why enable stupidity, when I want Rue to do the MMP’s anyway?” I almost made jerky do it. Almost[/b}
Evidently, it’s time for me to go to bed.
Or make an appointment with an opthomalogist, whichever.
I did the ümlaut thingy with alt+0228.[sup]*[/sup]
You may do it however you wish. 
*[sub]And alt+0252. (Only one and this time, I’m getting better)[/sub]
This line confused me. Would an explanation confuse me even more? And is “webly” a deliberate spelling error? Or am I looking for more in this than exists??
You are looking for more in that than exists.
Typo.
Don’t worry about his going four pages. Just being remembered is enough to make me happy. I think I have a low “happy threshold”.
And if you’re really worried about Monday read this (unless you like to live on the edge and let things surprise you, then don’t):
Yeah, I’m doing the MMP. Don’t sweat it. I just wanted to give welby a scare.
-Rue. (of the mysterious black box)
My big back yard hole is now a cee-ment hole! It gets a little stranger by the day back there. Like this morning, the pool guys (pool lady hasn’t been back since the second day) showed up at 6am, had coffee whilst standing in my driveway then proceded to leave. At 6:45, they showed back up with sacks from McDonald’s and proceded to have breakfast whilst standing around my driveway. When I left at 7:15 AM, they were sitting in their truck (parked in my driveway) smoking. I will presume by now they have actually decided to do something, but who knows? It’s so weird. They all show up together at 6:00 AM in the same vehicle, stand around, go get breakfast, stand around some more, then sit in their truck and smoke. Heck, McD’s opens at 6:00 AM, why not just go there and drink coffee, eat and smoke in air conditioned comfort for an hour and 15 minutes or so rather than in my driveway. Since they were not like working, I am not impressed with their early hours. These construction type people. Most of em are salt of the earth kinda guys, but I ain’t ever gonna understand their thinking.
That’s life in swampbearland right now. That and I have the sniffles. sniff sniff
Boy, Ex, you seem awfully bitter and cruel lately. Why take out all of your hostility on poor little me? I mean all I did was roundly insult you, take your woman, and threaten you with voilence. You’d think you’d show a little charity.
Instead here you are, drinking your gin and tonic and calling me jerky and stuff. If I was more sensitive I’d start to cry. But I’m not. I laugh at the sensitive people of the world. HAW HAW HAW! And such.
Perhaps you could use some of your copious free time to learn how to spell my name properly? Jerky has a capital “J”. And you’re not my weird, you’re just plain old weird.
I only did the bump thing to bug Rue anyway, because he’s taking this whole thing all wrong. Sure, he can think that everyone liked my MMP so much that it’s gone 4 pages. Certainly it’s possible that my post was sheer genius. But here’s what I think:
Rue should be thankful that so much interest was shown in a MMP that wasn’t even his. Not only was it not his, it was a pale reflection of the greatness that defines the MMP. I was the substitute Rue, and still they came. Basically, I was a conduit, a touchstone, if you will. (HEY! That’s exit only! Stop touching me there! Police!)
People missed Rue so much that they were trying to grasp even a reflection of his glory during his absence. He should feel pretty darn special that he was missed so completely. After he came back, the Doper community (Rue addicts especially) simply continued to post to my MMP thread so that I didn’t feel too depressed after basking in the light of my 15 minutes of fame. Everyone knows that I don’t have the talent to take on the Responsibility of the Rue for more than one day.
I’m a damn slacker.
Fairy Chat Mom, a weird is typically described as someone’s fate relating to supernatural influence such as witchcraft. In the sense that Exgineer used it it is most often associated with an evil future (bet that’s a shocker, Exgineer is evil) and witchcraft.
Therefore, what Ex was saying is that he’s an evil witch dedicated to corrupting my future.
And I notice that on preview Rue has posted again. As well as Exgirleer and swampy.
Hey Rue, don’t sweat it babe! I sure wasn’t. Really.
whew!
Ok, I’ve had about enough of this welby vs Exgineer quibbling. You two are driving me crazy! Now if you don’t start acting like responsible, mature men [sub]yeah right[/sub] I’m gonna put you both in time out and take away your car keys. Or something.
Now behave yourselves or while the rest of us go to swampy’s for a swim party, you’re going to be sitting in your rooms thinking about what you’ve done. And quit making those faces! You’re not fooling anyone! And stop picking at that - you’re going to make it bleed! Sheesh!
GAH! Look what you did! Made me get all “Mom” all over the place! :eek:
FCM, in the interest of your sanity I hereby call a truce with Exgineer. I will no longer point out his many, many, manymanymanymanymanymanymanymanymanymany flaws and act like a big boy.
Sorry for making you break out the Mom-isms.
Ah, I see what the problem is now. (Thanks, welby).
I was using “weird” in the classic sense of “unavoidable doom.”
Sorry for the confusion.
I must think before I post. I must think before I post. I must think before I post.
Just wanted to wish you all a happy Friday the 13th. Mind the black cats, cemeteries, railroad tracks and weirds.
Kn(Boo!)ckers
I live next door to a cemetery, Kn(boo yourself)kers. What am I supposed to do now?
13 has always been good to me. I was born on the 13th; it’s my number. Do you know which card is #13 in the Tarot deck?
Death. Kinda make you think twice about me, huh? 
Ack no not Friday the 13th!!! I grew up in a house numbered 13 and it posessed my parents and turned them into inhuman monsters (I’m not really exaggerating either sadly… my father spent quite a few years doing all he could to convince me demons wanted to kill me)
But I have no black kitties or weirds or cemeteries or railroad tracks so I think I’m safe for today
I’ve been thinking about my mistress ever since reading the above post. Born on the 13th, Death is her card, and she’s considering stalking. . . .
Perhaps I’ve erred in putting out the old vibe to Wintermute?
Fear not, my beloved Welby. I was only kidding about the stalking thing.
I was born on the 13th, but not a Friday. That’s a little more benign, right?
Death in the Tarot doesn’t mean lack of life, it means change, movement. I fear change as much as the next person, but I also believe that stagnancy, a lack of change is death (in the traditional sense). I need to be moving forward in at least one aspect of my live to be truly happy. (Which goes a long way toward explaining my current [mild] depression - there are a couple of things I know I need to change, things I really do want to change, but a part of me is still clinging to my old defenses, so I am ambivalent. I hate ambivalent. Make a decision, already!)
My apologies. As I re-read that I realize it ended up as a rant/pity party for myself.
I promise to go back to my happy-go-lucky self.
MMP= Monday Morning Post. Look on the timestamp of the OP and you’ll see what I mean.
-Rue. (in the PSA mood)
Um, Uh-oh. Wintermute, luv, I think you’re my doppelgänger, and it’s creeping me out.
Used to have pet rats… into Tarot stuff… Ambivalent… Wasn’t born on a Friday.
I’m pretty sure you’re me.
Or you could be me. 
How do you feel about horses?
Frankly, if I were you, it would explain some things. Why I like you so much, for starters.
I sent my sister (we’ll call her Autumn) this thread, because she was a victim of The Cheerio Incident, and I wanted her to see the story posted. Her only comment was, and I quote, “Cutie, bubby, ritties. :)”
(Ritty is a family joke - kitty cats; ritty rats. Don’t worry, it’s not you; it’s only funny if you’re one of us.)
So only your post got any reaction, Kn(likes the ritties, too)ckers.