I'm too young to be 40... 00!

[Esprix]

Well, I’m quickly approaching the Big 4-0-0-0. What should my 4000th post contain? Pearls of wisdom? Something queer-related? A flirt with matt_mcl? I’m taking suggestions, but no guarantees - knowing me, I’ll completely miss it anyways…

Perhaps it’s time to change my .sig line, too… Hmmm…

Esprix

[iampunha]

*Originally posted by Esprix *
Pearls of wisdom? Something queer-related? A flirt with matt_mcl?

All of the above, silly! A pearly, queer-related flirt with matt_mcl. You could give him and all us non-hets advice on . . . well, hell, you’re The Gay Guy, you can figure it out:) And, in your special Esprix way, you’d have side-shots with matt, or have us all look the other way for a bit or something;)

[Esprix]

I dunno, pun - after some of the threads you’ve been posting lately (like the one about your roommate), I think I might end up flirting with you… (Just to make matt insanely jealous, of course - after all, catfighting would make a substantial 4000th post! )

Esprix

[iampunha]

Hey, you dish it out, I can take it, 'sprix;)

It would be kinda fun to make matt insanely jealous to the point of a slapfight, though . . . just so long as I wasn’t involved!

And my roommate, for all I know, is still sexually frustrated. If only he were the slightest bit attractive.

[vanilla]

How about something about cats?
No, not the musical! Cats.

[iampunha]

Yuck. Me no like cats.

Oh, BTW, the roommate tried again last night. Here’s the entire conversation:

“Patrick?”
“Yes?”
“Are you horny?”
“No.” Said firmly and almost with a hint of disgust.

Disgust, for those who are wondering, because it’s kind of annoying that after me rejecting him so many times he STILL asked!

[Esprix]

Tease. Heartbreaker. Harlot. Vixen.

What if I were to ask? HMMM?

Esprix

[iampunha]

If you asked . . .

Well, you’re out in, like, what, San Diego? So it’s really kinda academic.

However. As (I think) I have stated before, I don’t have sex with people when we’re not in love.

And last I checked, Esprix, dear, we are not in love.

Sorry to have to let you down like this where so many dopers can see.

But at least you’re cute, so it’s be saying no to eye candy instead of . . . well, my roommate.

[Esprix]

What? You tell me this 6 posts away from my big 4-0-0-0? How can you do this to me? All this time - what has the past year and three months meant to you? To us? What do I mean to you? You… you… you heartbreaker! You brute! You cad! <boo hoo hoo!>

{goes running into matt’s arms}

Make the bad man go away!

I’ll never love again…

Esprix

[matt_mcl]

*Originally posted by Esprix *
**{goes running into matt’s arms}

Make the bad man go away!

I’ll never love again…**

Now don’t do that… collects tearful blond ephebe in arms strokes hair

[iampunha]

Originally posted by Esprix *
All this time - what has the past year and three months meant to you?*

I’ve been registered here since June 6 of last year. Today is April 10 of . . . well, this year. Ten months and four days. Where are you getting that extra five or so months?

You’re getting close to 4000 posts . . . I thought a big, strong man like you could handle it. I mean, you ARE The Gay Guy. Sorta comes with the territory, doesn’t it?

Oh dear. Now I’ve gone and broken poor Esprix’s heart. matt, I do hope you’ll be able to repair some of the emotional damage I’ve done.

::goes off, wondering if his SDMB reputation is ruined::

[vanilla]

iampunha!
you Big meanie!!
Why, Esprix should just spank you for being sooo mean…

[Falcon]

wanders in

sees Esprix and matt cuddling

drops off her 4000th post gift basket, complete with condoms, 5 different kinds of lube, and several toys

Happy 4000th, Esprix-babe. smooch

[Esprix]

Well, here it is - post #4000. I feel rather like the certain sect of Buddhist monks who, on their deathbed, would ostensibly write a short, spontaneous passage that would effectively summarize their journey in this life on earth; however, some monks fretted so much that their last words would be less than eloquent (or, worse, they wouldn’t be able to come up with anything at all) that they secretly practiced what they would write for months or years so they would know exactly what to say when the moment came. (And if any of you little mongers ask for a cite, I’ll bop you squarely on the nose. ) So I’ll take the easy way out and give you some of my favorite words from other people…

My favorite poem:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

• Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann

My favorite song:

We have cleared off the table, the leftovers saved,
Washed the dishes and put them away.
I have told you a story and tucked you in tight
At the end of your knockabout day.
As the moon sets its sail to carry you to sleep over the midnight sea,
Well I will sing you a song no one sang to me -
May it keep you good company.

You can be anybody that you want to be,
You can love whomever you will,
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still.
You can live by yourself, you can gather friends around,
You can choose one special one,
And the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone.

Some girls grow up strong and bold,
Some boys are quiet and kind.
Some race on ahead, some follow behind,
Some grow in their own space and time.
Some women love women, and some men love men,
Some raise children, and some never do.
You can dream all the day, never reaching the end
Of everything possible for you.
Don’t be rattled by names, by taunts or games,
But seek out spirits true.
If you give your friends the best part of yourself,
They will give the same back to you.

You can be anybody that you want to be,
You can love whomever you will,
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still.
You can live by yourself, you can gather friends around,
You can choose one special one,
And the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone,
Oh, the love you leave behind when you’re gone.

“Everything Possible,” by Fred Small

Just to be sure this doesn’t get too serious:

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There’s nothing Nietzche couldn’t teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away–
Half a crate of whisky every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And René Descartes was a drunken fart -
‘I drink, therefore I am.’

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he’s pissed.

“Philospher’s Song,” by Monty Python

And, of course, my favorite SDMB thread is in my .sig.

I’d break out into a chorus of “My Way,” but I’d probably get pummelled. Suffice it to say that I’ve enjoyed my year plus here, enjoyed my 4000 posts (even when people have disagreed with me - sometimes quite vehemently), and enjoyed meeting, both online and in real life, the folks I’ve interacted with here. Good debate and discussion is its own reward, and I hope I’ve given back a little of what y’all have given me (take that as you will ). I’m looking forward to my next 4000!

And now, as the music plays off, allow me to molest matt in a dark corner… YOINK!

Esprix

[Esprix]

I annoint y’all with pearls of wisdom, and I get two days worth of deafening silence?

{SIGH}

Esprix

[callie]

Congrats Esprix

I like you.

[Esprix]

OK, callie - you’re my new best friend.

Esprix

[callie]

*Originally posted by Esprix *
**OK, callie - you’re my new best friend.

Esprix **

Wow, now I really feel special.

Is there a story about you and Matt that I should research?

[Cyn]

Thank you for the Monty Python gift. You rock.

[matt_mcl]

Can’t talk. Being molested.