I can tell you unequivocally that a man named Cecil Adams exists.
This thread coming so close to the 10th anniversary makes the OP highly suspect. Caution should be taken.
Hmmm.
Would one of you like to prepare the special “Welcome, New Doper!” Kool-Aid[sup]TM[/sup] (wink, wink) or shall I?
That link just goes back to the same original post made in this thread. What does this mean, his post is his cite?
If you really need to know the truth, read the spoiler below…but I trust you not to tell anyone else, o.k.?
Yes.
We just need to kidnap Ed Zotti, lock him in the closet and beat the hell out of him for a few weeks, and then see if the column still gets posted. If it does, we’ll need to analyze it for changes in writing style. Alright, go get your gear and round up the troops.
Just remember, you mess with Ed, you mess with me. And unlike Ed, I’m not bound by any conventions of morality, decency, or respect for fair play.
Ed, it looks like it’s time to roll out Project Arcturus. You head to the safe house, and I’ll round up some hard, pipe-swingin’ boyz to form a defensive perimeter around Cecil’s bungalow.
Dos Equus? The guy with 2 horses?
He cited the statement. Yep, that’s where Oakminster made that statement. (It was a joke.)
Way back a decade ago, there was a thread where someone turned up a cite that “Cecil Adams” is a trademarked name of the Chicago Reader. I’m not going to bother trying to dig that up.
Hold on a second there - I don’t remember hearing about no bungalow.
eta: also, I don’t think you should be allowed to be uspest. It is for science after all.
That’s right-and if you just keep on “not remembering” it, it’ll be better for all concerned.
Look Panda, you gotta think this Mississippi thing of mine.
When you think about doing something, consider, “Is this more or less safe than yelling racial slurs in a Mississippi bar?”
Think these things out, Pal.
Heh. Nicely wrought. Puts me in mind of…
" You and me? You and me? I’ll tell you about you and me. There IS no you and me. You get your sorry ass out of town, don’t stop in Champaign-Urbana, don’t hide away in Rockland. Your Chicago rights are revoked. Me, I’m gonna call in some heavy-swingin’ Dopers I know of who’ll get medieval on his ass. "
And yet few typically think of Mississppi bars as fonts of wisdom…
And yet few typically think of Mississppi bars as fonts of wisdom…
eta: Besides, I fear nothing. Or, at least I won’t when my army of Sith Panda are ready. Breeding them is proving more difficult than planned…
I’m sorry, I think we’re going to need the birth certificate, Cecil. (And I do mean the long one!)
Nuke’im from orbit!? It’s the only way to be sure!
'Course it will only muss up uncle Cecil’s hair a little…
That would never satisfy the “existers”. They’d say, sure, that proves that he was born in (say) 1955, but not that he exists today. In the interim he might have died, disappeared, ascended into heaven, or fused his consciousness into a previously unknown cosmic neural network.
In true Chicago style (no, I don’t mean dragged through the garden and covered with celery salt but that might happen later) let’s pick up all these miscreants.
We’ll need a soundproof room … and some Chicago phone books.
It’s tuneup time.
I’d rather have the hotdog, if that’s cool.
Hm… Sounds good to me.