Well, I’ve never been too good with these introductions, so…hey!
I’ve been lurking in the shadows since about 2002, and I figured it was time to do the sociable thing and introduce myself. My name is Rachel, and I’m an eighteen-year-old Alabamian who enjoys art, reading, and long walks on the beach. I also like–anyway, I’m getting a little sidetracked. Basically, I really like this message board and wanted to be a part of it. Hi there, straightdope!
Hey Rachel, …er roshia. Glad you came out of the shadows.
So what is it with the “long walks on the beach” cliche? Is that really something that people can like so much it makes one of the top three slots in their list list of interests which best describe themselves? Personally I prefer short walks on the beach, followed by sitting down on the beach and drinking beer. Actually, the short walk isn’t really all that important regarding this particular interest of mine. And now that I think about it I hate the beach.
Oh my, now I really feel silly. I could’ve sworn that I was posting that in the right forum. Lurking =/= posting experience, I guess. Anyway, thanks for the nice welcomes.
You may rumours about ceremonies that new SDMB members have to go through. Let me assure you that the rumours are wild exaggerations, and that you are Perfectly Safe. It’s just a welcoming banquet and a couple of speeches, honest.
Greetings to you, roshia. Please stand on the circle in the middle of the stage, try to relax, don’t look up, and pay no attention to that man behind the curtain. The one holding the wriggling sack.
Wow: your first official posting and you’ve already been bludgeoned by She Who Must Be Obeyed. An auspicious start. After lurking for three years in puberty, you must be completely morally corrupt by now and will fit in nicely throughout your adultery.
hm hm hmmm loadin’ up the catap…
…
Oh, hello, Roshia. I just going to up the, uh, catapolslo. Yeah, that’s right, catapolso. Not a catapult at all. Nope, no catapults loaded with calamari here. Just, uh, stand in that circle, and we’ll, uh, go get you a drink. Yeah…
Ooh, gee, gosh, sorry about that, Goddess o’ the Seafoam®! Your quiver must having been poking into the curtain at just the right angle, and when the light hit it, I … em … er … ah … heh … ahem