I’ve never calculated, but I think I manage to rack up a few posts every week.
Bugfuck?
Oh, so you’ve met my sister? Or did you just hear about the wedding preparation fiasco?
I’ve padded my wife’s post count considerably from posting groggily after she’s forgotten to log out.
Pitting yourself - the ultimate in post padding.
- Don’t worry, JC. We just love you that much more.
I know what you mean. I’d say 4-5 months ago I was around the 1.02 posts per day mark. I just noticed the other day I was over 1200 and around 1.2 PPD. I didn’t even notice I had gone up that much. However, I have stayed far away from GD.
Bugfuck!
Don’t know about your job, but mine (my “real” job) is slow and boring right now.
Field season should be taking off aaaanyyyy minute now, but for now? Lots of time during the workday.
Is that what your job is like Jonathan? Sort of “feast or famine”?
No, when I started it was crazy but I’ve got my staff whipped into shape and basically I sit around making sure they do things by MY book and answer questions.
It’s good to be the king.
And I swear I didn’t start this to pad my count. I think I’ve been doing enough of that.
It was just so you could say ‘bugfuck’ and not get spanked.
Hey, I picked it up from Harlan Ellison I think.
I spend alot of my time on the net, so I guess I’ll rack up a big postcount… Don’t know if that’ll neccessarily be a good thing…
Arse!
And 25 posts today. I don’t even remember making them.
Is there a 12 step program or something?
lol, well, hopefully, your job will get “busier” and you won’t be feeding your addiction as much???
I am quite disappointed that I didn’t get to yell “BUGFUCK!” across the restaurant this afternoon.
That’s all I wanted to say.
He can shout, don’t hear you.
Maybe it wasn’t you. I’ve heard that Ryan_Liam has a little brother who posts ridiculous stuff under R_L’s user ID.
Check under the bed to make sure the little git isn’t hiding and using your computer while you aren’t looking.
I’m frightened by my own ballooning post-count – I lurk for a couple years an then KERPLOW!
Pitting yourself? Poor form, old boy. Relax and have a spot of tea, won’t you? There are scones over on the table.