I thought about doing a post where I seriously share what I’ve learned here.
I thought about trying to do something funny.
I thought about doing a 1000th post party like I’ve seen others do. Maybe Wally might give me that Sig as a present.
But,
I feel kinda depressed, like I’m having a mid-post crises or something. DO I have another 100 posts in me? Or, will my keyboard just lock up in mid-post one day?
I think of all the things I wanted to do and didn’t. The stupid things I said that were wrong. How can I go on?
Maybe I should just stop here, never get to that 1000th post and start over again with a new name.
Now you respond to this message, of course! (Silly me, I figured you’d have posted at least one more message somewhere on the board before seeing my response.)
Thanks everybody for putting up with me!
(I wrote an interminable sappy thing discussing all I learned, the fun I had, the great discussions, and how I found this board and the great people on it. Pretty unreadable actually. In the end I guess it’s probably best to go for the yuck.)
Ya already did it, Scylla. You hung around this asylum, got yourself thoroughly adopted, accepted and enjoyed, “whoosed” both Ayesha and I (hard-bitten cynics that we are) and have generally enriched, enlivened, educated and amused your fellow inmates.
Now dontcha go get all angst-ridden on us. Just by chance I brought a cooler of microbrews, jerky, Mudslides (thanks, Lynn!), two slightly squashed bags of tortilla chips and a bowl of nuclear guacamole.
Uh…you don’t have any pets, furnishings or appliances you’re really attached to, do you?