I’ve started my first thread with “in which” in the title. Although it occurs to me that this is usually only done in the Pit, I nonetheless feel the need to use it here.
I’ve convinced one of my Arborite friends to register on the boards. This is all part of my plan to prevent his GPA from surpassing mine (we’re classmates in law school): by turning him into a Doper two weeks before classes start, he’ll undoubtedly become addicted and shirk his studies, whereas I have a healthy control over my addiction. (I mean, 6 hours a day is healthy, right?)
;j
So please welcome TalkingHead to the Dope.
And just so the ladies know: he’s single, an excellent cook, and owns a big yellow leather couch which is damn comfy.
I’d just gotten home when Res directed me to this trhead, saying that TalkingHead was wondering where I was, and when I was going to put a reply in. What a liar. (NOWRes clears it up: “Oh, he is wondering where you are…but we’re talking over IM.”) Never mind, he’s not quite a liar then.
To TalkingHead: welcome! If Res has told you that you will become addicted to this place, he’s right. However, if he has told you that I am any number of fascinating things, please take it with a grain of salt. Of course, if he’s told you that I have negative qualities, disregard it because I’m perfect. Just kidding, of course.
I sincerely welcome you to the boards, and hope that you enjoy your stay here. Anything you want to know, ask us. We’re here to help.
dan, the beauty of the English language is that feeling about something is an expression for feeling in something’s general vicinity, which means I still get to touch 'em.
Now enough about chocolate-covered boobies or we’ll, erm, scare TalkingHead away? Or something?
<hopping off of the Conner O’Neal’s wagon, and leaving the port decanter on the curb…>
Howdy everyone!
Ann Arbor is where I am, but I do not cook green eggs and ham.
Mediterranean half I be, the other part is entirely polski.
Though trying to wax poetic, I think I’m just being frenetic.
I would have posted earlier, but little hamsters had chewed through my phone line and kept giving me connection failures anytime I tried to open the SDMB site. So I walked down to the Rebel Alliance recruiting station in order to deal with the chocolate covered boobies, and that took a while because they didn’t know what to do with the thermal detonator I had in my back pocket. Meanwhile, I was looking for a way to pick my nose on main street without anyone seeing me, but I got busted and wound up running from the police in a stolen van, so now I’m logged on from a phone booth in Canada because my cell phone won’t let me online because I used the wrong password on the browser too many times and it locked me out and the customer service people said their system is down that clears that error.
phew
<looking for the port decanter… taking a big swing, and passing it along>
Meanwhile, all you follks in here thought you were welcoming a nice, normal guy to the list here, oh well… here I am – let’s party!
(NOW Res clears it up: “Oh, he is wondering where you are…but we’re talking over IM.”) Never mind, he’s not quite a liar then.