How, how I’ve tried! I guess I’ve goethe try even harder.
That’s exactly what I was thinking.
Roger’s post got me thinking, though - should there be a support group for spouses (spice?) of Dopers?
(I’m giving your pun the attention it deserves, roger.)
Sorry you’re leaving, Mr. Moto. But I can’t really blame you, what with assholes like askeptic runing amok on the board.
OK, askeptic, since you asked so nicely, I’ll stay another year, just for you.
The best of everything, Mr. Moto!
Actually, I thought he wrote “faustian”. What the heck does fustian mean? Sounds rather pompous and pretentious to me. As for all the wordplay and puns, what can one do to make-him-stop-all-these?
Ahem…this from Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary:
Main Entry: fus·tian
Pronunciation: 'f&s-ch&n
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old French fustaine, from Medieval Latin fustaneum, perhaps from fustis tree trunk, from Latin, club
1 a : a strong cotton and linen fabric b : a class of cotton fabrics usually having a pile face and twill weave
2 : high-flown or affected writing or speech; broadly : anything high-flown or affected in style
- fus·tian adjective
Frankly, roger, regarding your feelings of being alone I think you’re just too damn smart…even for this place.
Seriously.
Be more rumbustious in your objurgative remonstrations.
That’s easy for you to say.
Sure! It’s a lot like this: 
You make me feel like DANCING!
I wanna dance the night away!
You make me feel like DANCING!
Every night and every day!
You make me feel like DANCING!
I wanna dance my life away!
I feel like DANCING! OOOH! DANCING!
OOOH! Dance the night away!
I feel like DANCING! OOOH! DANCING!
OOOH! Dance the night away!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Bad-bye, loser.
Ooooh, looks to me like someone overdosed on their Disco Dexies tonight.
I like that song.
Great job on the coding, don Jaime.
The coding almost hurt as much as actually hearing the song. Almost. And the coding hurt pretty bad.
Aw, here’s another Democrat too meek (and with not enough time on her hands to compose point-by-point arguments that take half a page) to spend much time posting in GD and the Pit anymore that will greatly miss Mr. Moto. I also happen to be pro-life and will also miss his terrific arguments in those threads.
Peace be with you, friend. I always though you were a gentlemen, even when you were driving me up the wall with your quaint Republican ways.
At first when I read this, I vehemently disagreed. I was in the land of vitriol. I was Fucktard-ing all over town…in a regular lather over this.
But now, I find I’ve reconsidered, and I concede your point. In fact, I wholeheartedly agree. While you’re distracted, I intend to steal it from there, where it lies on the counter next to your half-empty Guinness and make it my own.
I feel better already. May I be counted as one of these “moderate” folks now?
Yes on all points except the Guinness. I primarily drink Bass and Pale Ales. 
Jim
Yeah, I know how you feel. I’m been lurking here since 2002 (didn’t sign up until much later). I hardly ever post, and I bet most people would bet I visit the boards once a week or less, but I’m here everyday going through GQ, CS, IMHO, MPSIMS and the Pit. I’m just a person of few words. No one here knows who the hell I am, but it doesn’t matter that much, because watching the gong shows in this place is worth paying 8 bucks a year, and as cold as it seems, it’s like having a live Wikipedia at my fingertips.
As for the OP, I’d take a break from GD, and then come back. I can barely stand to stumble into the place once a month, whether or not every day.
You are one twisted fucker
One problem with having watched (“And that, Sir, upon occasions too numerous to recall with compleat accuracy”) the Blackadder episode about Dr Johnson’s dictionary is that not only will I forever picture him as Robbie Coltrane, but reading Boswell’s Life of Johnson, as I happen to be at present, I become periodically anaspeptic and frasmotic. Which is particularly alarming, when one doesn’t know what they mean.
Starvers, Johnson, who had a wonderful biographer in Boswell, surely the father of modern biography, suffered from a “morbid melancholy” all his life - what we would call depression. Boswell makes the following perceptive comments on Johnson’s number one fear, losing his mind, and on the fact that so long as that remained a fear it would never, could never, happen:
“To Johnson, whose supreme enjoyment was the exercise of his reason, the disturbance or obscuration of that faculty was the evil most to be dreaded. Insanity, therefore, was the object of his most dismal apprehension; and he fancied himself seized by it, or approaching to it, at the very time when he was giving proofs of a more than ordinary soundness and vigour of judgement.”
I hope you reconsider, Moto. I disagree with you on some issues, but you seem like a reasonable guy, and you bring an interesting POV to the boards. Best wishes, whichever you choose.