Shut up Cecil Troll. The real Cecil Adams doesn’t have an underscore in his name and was registered long before you. Also, since he is the smartest human being in the world he would have never forgotten his password or log in name.
Out of curiosity, who was the 19th person to be welcomed? I’ve read the OT, and I thought he had only welcomed 18 people. When did he welcome the 19th?
Amy, Shayna, Grace, Veb, Odie, pepperland girl, Me :D, Bline (who is now whammo), june, dave, and david, Cristy (who is now persophenoe (sp?), Inky, Ultress, tshirtz, nixon, apple, samurai, and iswote makes ninteen.
Oh and hoo ha… I ** still ** don’t know who that is…
You people want to draw Unca Cece’s eye? The same curmudgeonly, horny Brain who’s so tired of fighting ignorance that his most kindly utterance is, “Quiet, rodent”?
Sure he’s crabby and funky. Read the books, people! Flattery turns his stomach, but his sense of humor is sufficiently sideways to permit sneaky nods where mischief will do most good.
So tedious dweebs like whitetho agitate for attention. “If you don’t answer me, me, me you don’t exist, so there, pffft!” They’re deliberate irritants who are as rude as they are boring. The gimlet gaze can be lured, but not demanded–and beware what you ask for.
Nah, I picture Cecil more along the lines of Jack Nicholson in “Witches of Eastwick”, only with infinitely greater intelligence and subtlety. Cecil Adams, scion of an inbred but respected New England family, forced by nameless excess to flee to the The City Of Big Shoulders, finds relucatant aides, an audience and even an attendant artist. (The Slug Marble Sculpture: pigeons roost on unlikely appendages, onlookers flee in horror/helpless laughter.)
No, somewhere on Rush Street there resides a brilliant misanthrope, clad in madras shorts (with suspiciously animated zipper), sandals and socially relevant Tshirt. He strews grungy scraps of paper with arcane jottings, dispenses kindness to street people if no one if looking and mentally undresses stray female tourists and yuppies, much to their enjoyment and his.
If this isn’t true, I don’t wanna know differently.
When I was back there at Straight Dope school, there were people there who put forth the proposition; that you can PETITION the Lord with prayer! PETITION… U-N-K-A’ C-E-C-I-L… W-I-T-H P-R-A-Y-E-R!!!
YOU CANNOT PETITION UNKA’ CECIL WITH PRAYER!!!
I guess the same goes for posts to the message board. So there, let’s leave him alone and he shall come when he thinks best
Been reading this thread with my amazing, adorable, brilliant, wonderful 4 year old son on my lap. Half way through (he can READ!!!), he started asking me,“Who is Cecil?” and “Why won’t he come back when all these people want him?” My son then got upset, to the point of tears, saying, “Cecil is a Mr Smellypants!” repeatedly.
Well, Cec, the glove is down. Appear, or remain a Mr Smellypants in the collective psyche of our nation’s youth.