The Greek Gods didn’t get along. They were always fighting and intriguing among themselves. The occasional savvy mortal could play the Gods off against each other for his own gain.
The mods themselves are a rather diverse group, so you gotta believe they don’t always agree, though they do a great job of presenting a united front.
Behind the scenes you gotta figure there’s all kinds of infighting and acrimony.
I’d like to hear all about it, so that myself and other posters can use this knowledge to our advantage, and generally increase the entropy.
So, what’s the dirt?
I hear Unclebeer likes Tuba, but is staying with Veb out of loyalty to the children. Meanwhile David B is still trapped on the island. Lonely and ignored Gaudere’s friendship with Czarcasm seems about to blossom into something more. Does she know David B is still alive?
Will Eutychus reveal the truth John Corrado if and when he comes out of his coma? What price and risks will John pay to shut him up.
I need to know.
Not even a mention of my name? Only C K Dexter Haven’s strong, muscular arms pinning me down prevent me from tearing you a new one. Ouch! Leggo!
That’s because you don’t give us any dirt.
Of all the mods, which would you most like to boink?
Who would you like to punch in the mouth?
What evil deeds have you done in secret?
What single piece of information would be the most damaging to you if it were to become widely known?
Why do you always give Manhattan the finger when his back is turned?
When Euty was passed out drunk, why did you shave his eyebrow and take a picture of yourself rubbing your penis on his face?
While in general I approve of the above (note witty reference to my username),
No you don’t.
You’ll just have to wait for the tell-all book like the rest of us.
Oddly enough, this is the second time I’ve ask this today: Where’s Lynn?
BTW, very clever thread title.
[li] Of all the mods, which would you most like to boink?[/li]Gaudere.
[li] Who would you like to punch in the mouth?[/li]Gaudere.
[li] What evil deeds have you done in secret?[/li]Gaudere.
[li] What single piece of information would be the most damaging to you if it were to become widely known?[/li]Gaudere.
[li] Why do you always give Manhattan the finger when his back is turned?[/li]Gaudere.
[li] When Euty was passed out drunk, why did you shave his eyebrow and take a picture of yourself rubbing your penis on his face?[/li]Gaudere.
Beginning to get the picture?
Is that what that is? Earlier today in the Pit I was blaming the IRS.
You’re so cute when you’re obsessive.
Lynn is a fearsome and sublime Board Goddess who can be wherever she wants to be. We often suspect she can be several places at one time.
Coldy learned this to his eternal regret. He was dallying with a nubile young thing when he shoulda been tending to modding. Lynn’s omnisience kicked in and WHAP! turned the nubile young thing into a laurel tree–during a very intense moment, most unfortunately.
Or maybe it was an oak. Something with a lot of splinters anyway.
Coldy spent a few hideous hours with Dr. “Tweezers of Death” having splinters removed from a very sensitive and prized part of his anatomy. Dr. “Tweezer” is still wearing a truss, having cracked several ribs laughing during the procedure.
Arnold is my personal hero. He’s struggling with all his might, ready to do battle with the Board’s resident master story teller®. And then he heroically closed a thread in his forum. Bravo, or whatever they say in Switzerland.
[aside to Arnold]That thingy you said about Dex’s “strong, muscular arms”…er, uh, never mind. :eek:
I’m in Fort Worth, Texas. Specifically, I’m in my Lair. I have a room, which is TECHNICALLY my own, with a computer, TV, Playstation, lots of shelves, and craft area. I say technically because the cat is lounging on a shelf right now, and my daughter is working on MY jigsaw puzzle on MY craft table.
I really, really need a door to this room. A door with a lock. Right now I only have a curtained doorway.
I introduced C K Dexter Haven to an online roleplaying game. I introduced Veb to Mudslides and Terry Pratchett. I’m just a corrupter of innocents, I guess. (Shut UP, Anthony!)
Oooh, I want me some of this. - Jill
I went to Vegas with Manhattan, Gaudere, Tubadiva and Zotti and they all lost money but me. I won $750. I think they all enjoyed the Liberace museum, though.
That was a penis? It looked like a Chapstick.
If Bill Clinton can draw a cool 10 mil for his book, I think y’all should hold out for a better offer! There shall be no dirt dishing without proper compensation And then we’ll start working on the movie and TV rights and…just step into my lair and we’ll talk…
Your (self-appointed) Agent
I do the “Mod” thing from 4am to 6am, then again from 5pm to 11pm.
The rest of the time I am a modified Eliza program that was first programmed on the Boing mainframe in Seattle back in 1982, transfered via suitcase-sized modem in 1983 to a TRS-80 in Tacoma, downloaded to a floppy in 1985, now residing in a IBM 386 in the back room of an auto repair shop in Portland, Oregon.
Ah, the good old days, when I still had some dallying to do on a regular basis.
I would just like to state that I never rubbed my penis across Euty’s face. Or another staff members face, for that matter.
I never lost money gambling with JillGatt either.
I live in Philadelphia, and am madly in love with Tracy Lord, so I would never get involved with any of the mods. Tracy’s parents are having a bit of a spat right now. She has an older brother in Brazil and a younger sister at home. She hates publicity.
I look amazingly like a young Cary Grant*, enjoy yachting (designed my own boat, the “True Love”) and golf (despite the broken five-iron.) I do NOT like the Bing Crosby remake.
- Two eyes, one on each side of nose, mouth underneath; two ears, one on each side – exactly like young Cary Grant.
P.S. - Whilst my arms are indeed strong and muscular, I deny having pinned Arnold down with them. I pin folk down with a dignified glare. Or hit 'em on the head with a bottle of (expensive) champagne.
Always knew you had class, Dex.