Cecil loves Patagonia. He’s especially fond of the jackets. He has no desire to un-retire, preferring a life unburdened by modern technology and …
Wait, snatches of Morse code are coming over the wireless.
S (buzz, crackle) … T (squawk, pop) … F (garble, screech) … U
What do you think that means?
… - …-. …-
(plus some other things so this is recognized as a post…)
Cecil is bad, bad, bad.
I still like him.
Hey, Ed? Do you want some Gorm? All my Wienies got plenty to spare. I can let you have some.
You can’t be serious. All my life I’ve been trying to escape the curse of gorm. Now I’ve succeeded. My tires are tubeless, my steel is stainless, my (blush) … well, there’s no gorm on it.
Well, just sayin…
Excess of Gorm. Tryin’ to get rid of it.
View the Gorm here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/155285423@N02/with/40352136210/
Them Gorms looking alot like weenie-dogs.
Cute!!
Beck, I’m reminded of an e-mail exchange I had with Cecil some years ago. I was able to find it in old e-mails. It came from a book he wrote, that I’ve read, and that he quoted:
Cecil and I had many communications, and there is much I cannot say. Regardless, I look back at that message, which he did not ask me to keep quiet on, and I think that, Cecil need not post. It seems to me that real, honest-to-goodness Dopers do not need Cecil–in a way, if we follow those guidelines he stated, then we are all Cecil; and we carry his legacy of truthfulness, citations, and facts forward.
Given all that, then my dear friend Beck, if you want to see Cecil, then you need only look into a mirror.
@Spoons, only you could say that so well.
Thank-you
NOW you’ve done it!
Gato, how did you find my picture?
I thought I had all that pulled down off the web.
I think I might have died that day.
Esprix
So cool. I envy you, Esprix.
I thought this poster was banned, then dead. Hey, I’m used to being wrong. I’m married.
I haven’t given up on @Cecil_Adams.
Just been a little ill.
You’d think the perfect master would at least send a ‘get well’ message. At least.
Beck, you might think so, but Cecil doesn’t typically do that.
Like I said, I’ve been in touch with him over the years, and he feels that we’ve been going along just fine without him–fighting ignorance, specifically. He’s happy to sit by and watch us carry on his fight, because he knows we can do it. And it seems to me that we have been.
I will say, “get well soon,” Beck. You’re a close friend, and I wish you well. As does Cecil, I’m sure, though he may not say such.
Thx, @spoons, you are a valued friend.
… H.P. Lovecraft The Case of Charles Dexter Ward
His wish is my command!