I’ve been offline for a couple of days, because my phone got cut off. A Doper helped me with my bill (said Doper will remain nameless for now, unless he/she chooses to reveal himself).
Then this evening, several other problems began to nail me in the side of the head, as problems often do. I was IMing with a Doper, and that Doper was so concerned that he called me at home. He called me and talked me down from that immediate ledge. His name is DAVEW0071, and while this is the first time he’s actually calle me at home, this isn’t the first time he’s talked me off a ledge. Thanks, Dave.
Dopers are the absolute finest humans ever to draw air. There’s no one like this group anywhere on the planet, and I am proud to say that I am a part of it.
Ironically, I was coming into mpsims to express the same sentiment! (I don’t have it typed yet, but look for “Andygirl Appreciation Thread” sometime in the future.)
At the risk of sounding like a barfly hanging off two good buddies, let me say that this place is full of the best damn people on earth!
A philanthropist with whom Persephone, Geobabe, and Miss Creant are familiar is flying me to Chicago for ChiDope, about which I am still rocking back on my heels and making “flibbideflibbideh” noises.
Another wonderful Doper - whom I’ve never even met in person - paid for my Prozac a few months ago when we were totally broke.
I have a really hard time accepting gifts, partially because it seems as though they ALWAYS have nasty, underhanded strings attached (or so I’ve been led to believe over the years), but both of these folks acted, as far as I can tell, purely altruistically.
It gives me hope, actually, that maybe 9999/10000 people on the planet AREN’T utter assheads.
Daowajan, I too was going to remark about the wonderfulness of these people. I wanted to thank the DC crowd that set aside a night, and even changed their schedules to meet me for dinner when my own shcedule changed.
I had a great night, great pizza, great beer. Thanks, gang.
I agree. This place is an oasis in the insanity and ignorance in the world. Best of all, I can do this in my pj’s.
(Cristi - I was wondering where you were lately. With Eve’s triumph return to the boards with such an incredible announcement - It must be Sweeps Week - I thought you were going to Out yourself too. I’ve missed your inspired wisdom, level headedness. Saaaay, could you carry that large bowl on your head for me )
I don’t want to single anyone out here…there are so many of you who have touched me and amazed me with your kindness, generosity, wisdom, wit and compassion.
Yes, I’m aware of numerous instances where Dopers have gone above and beyond the regular brand of online support and friendship to supply everything from cash to regional candy to others. It’s super!
Most recently, a former doper whom I would never have met if it hadn’t been for the SDMB drove an hour to help me CLEAN MY HOUSE! I’m still reeling.
Of course, I don’t want to undervalue the plain ol’ fun and camaraderie that goes on right here. Everyone’s involved in that, and it’s great.
Just so’s no one gets the wrong idea, I didn’t mean to single out people who’ve laid out money in one way or another. The gentleman who paid for my Prozac has also been around for about a year and a half for me in one capacity or another, through a lot of bullschtick and regular old schtick.
There’re other people who mean a lot to me as well, but because I forge friendships - deep and genuine friendships - about as quickly as a sitting Pope converts to Zoroastrianism, I don’t feel very comfortable singling any of them out for fear that someone might be offended that they are not as good friends of mine as they thought they were (or something).
For someone who’s supposed to have brass cojones, I worry a lot more about peoples’ perceptions than one would think…
I don’t hang out in the land of kittens and cyberhugs all that much, but I want to echo the sentiments of the OP. Whether it’s cash, Thomas Kincrap, letters, used books, banana bread, or gum shaped like tiny penises flying through the air, this community has come through for me in so many great ways. I love you guys, and I can’t wait for ChiDope.
flibbideflibbideh is the noise you make when you are dead broke and you find out a doper whom you’ve never met IRL, has purchased you a ticket to a out of state dopefest.
