I thought we all agreed to give up on this meaningless convention of topical threads...Anarchy!

"So we jumped up on the table and shouted 'Anarchy!'"--Dead Milkmen

Damnit, my case of army surplus berets just showed up. I suppose the latte concession is screwed as well? grumble grumble note to self order Boris and Natasha balloons

I'm STILL waiting for that latte, damnit!

On a certain news channel right now is a story about a guy who did this exact same thing, but with COWS.

Within days of each other... there are no new ideas in this world.

What's that UT? The poetry on animals?

My project is unique in that it 1) involves humans as opposed to livestock and 2) involves moshing in a well-known city park. :)

I'd offer to show up and take any unclaimed verb, but if I do, then no one will show up other than me and maybe Maggie and Wolf.

Brian

You're not that scary honey ...

apparently I am. Look in the Cities section under Philadelphia for the GTG I tried to start.

Dead silence is the appropriate term. I had to go FIND Maggie to meet even ONE Cellarite. I know you're out there.

I understand that the global nature of the Internet allows us users from all over and I forgive anyone not living within one hour of Phila for not coming. But if you live nearby, you should have at least RESPONDED! I don't expect you to drop your life and come a-runnin just cause I happen to blow into town without notice, but a response...an RSVP if you will would be nice.

No I'm not hurt either.

Brian

For the record, I'm social phobic and afraid of everybody equally. Yes even you, yes even though I gave you a couch.

I'm not buying that excuse Toad ...

I met you.

At a Cellar GTG. (Dinty Moore's in fact)

Admitedly, we used to do more stuff together in the good, old dialup days ... jively, adamzion, cerberus, jerry, ruthie (TITS! (oops, sorry ruthie), russoto, editor, keymaster and gatekeeper, and a whole bunch o' folks whose names I'm not remembering very clearly. Heck, we could fill the old front section of Michael's Deli in KoP.

And Bri ... you know I'm not scared of you. We done stuff together more than once. Even things involving live ammo. Heck, we've been to each other's houses more time than I can count when you were living up here!

My big problem is my goofy work schedule. Working nights is not conducive to having even the sort of sad, demented social life of many Cellar participants. I also often don't know that I'm going to be working some weekend nights.

I need to win the lottery.

Yabbut it's been seven years since then, and every seven years every molecule in your body is completely changed out so you're an entirely different person.

Well that was an old tale someone tole me anyway.

I am different from then. Not as different as Mags, but different anyway. Mostly, I think, not in good ways; it's been a difficult time.

Let me then be a little early to wish you joy, luck and blessings for the holiday season, and particularly that with the solstice and the new year you will begin to experience the growth and healing that you need. May the return of the light nourish you.

Admitedly not my usual sort of post, but it's from the heart.

Argh, such secrecy! Toad, I want to know "the rest of the story". It sounds very interesting. Plus, you sorta make me feel like I barely know you.

The problem with letting out too many details about how you feel about yourself and how your life works, there will inevitably come around someone like Xugumad who will look to use those facts against you.