HOWEVER, I am sure that if the Perfect Master WERE to turn His Perfect hand to betting the ponies, then the board could be paid for with one or two races, what with him knowing everything and all, and we could all get a lollipop with the money left over. I am sure, though, that being the Perfect Master, that he would never stoop for using his powers for naughtiness. Unless he would. In which case, I would like a root beer lollipop. Or maybe a sour apple. But I would settle for being in a thread in which he speaks to me as part of a crowd, pathetic child that I am.
And in His excellence, the Perfect Master returned unto ye and enraged he cried Thou have forsaken me for whilst the heathens have been blessed you have allowed more sinners to take their place. No, cried the teeming millions, forgive us. And so Cecil decreed, You shall bring the evildoers forth and from them pluck the Lincoln, for it is precious to me. I will return with the running of the horses and if my deed is done ye shall be blessed with the sweet delicacies of sticked candys. And so it was done. As Cecil departed, the monitors dimmed and the teemings wept.
It ain’t art but I know what I like. C’mon Cecil. You know you want to.
May I use this as a sig? I promise to credit you, and give you my lollipop if you want. You can even choose a flavor other than root beer or sour apple or watermelon, if you like.
Aw, carnivorousplant, you’re just sore 'cause my sig is all red and fancy and yours is all…um… not red and fancy. But I will try real hard to uncheck the show signature box. And I will change it to not red so that it ceases to draw the eye like a magnet, will that help?
And I will try not to post to this thread until tomorrow and spare the poor hamsters. I swear, I make one little five dollar payment, and suddenly I act like I am all entitled and I start posting like a… like a… like someone who posts a lot.
And if you’ve ever had your Lincoln plucked, you know how painful that can be (apologies to Steve Allen).
[borrows Snidely Whiplash costume from wardrobe] This gives me an idea, bwaha! Why should Cecil Adams get all the brownnosing? If some folks will kindly kiss my antlers, then I’ll cough up five bucks and maybe a furball before the deadline.
And for those of you who have been plotting my demise, think again. If I should die before I join, then I shall always show up in this thread as a Guest, and Cecil will never return.
Red? You call that red?
When we charter members started posting here, if we wanted red we had to prick our thumbs and paint our sig on the screen in blood.
That’s how Dope fests started, we’d all bring our monitors and paint our sig’s on them in blood.
Humph. Looks like we still do, unless I can figure out the [color] thing up there.
I can do that now: I broke my coffee mug this evening. My SDMB coffee mug. The handle just snapped in my hand. I now have a SDMB pencil cup and am typing one-handed now.
Hrumph. Now I’ll have to buy a new mug, and probably won’t even get a thanks for being a commercial supporter. If I do, I personally will buy a coffee mug for everybody in my house.
That earlier poster was right - this is a tough audience. I figured my set-up would bring forth a deluge of that celebrated SDMB wit. Alas, all I got was nocturnal_tick trying to droit my seigneur.
Oh, well. 'Nuff’s nuff. Be back in a few minutes (I hope Cecil put a sharp hamster in charge of the ticket window.
So there.
(even tho’ at the time of this post it still says Guest, I really did join, else the stuff in the upper-right-hand corner wouldn’t be there; don’t tell me I have to bribe Lynn, too)
I just remembered - the status should change with my next post. Here goes. . .
Okay, so He was here after me… lessee… does that mean He… OMG!!!
MAYBE HE READ MY POST!!! (oops, sorry for yelling, but…)
WHOOPEE!!!
(zoogirl falls to the floor. The tears streaming from her eyes are now of exalted joy. She prostrates hersef, facing East and mumbles incoherantly "Unca Cece Unca Cece Unca Cece…)
