Well, a question has been directed my way, and I suppose I should offer explanation. My stats on the boards here, which currently show me at about 40 posts, I believe, would more than likely put me into either the often scorned, sometimes pitied 'noob' category, whilst my 'member since' stat indicates that I have been a part of the site since June of '02, putting me at well over a year, a lifetime, nay, a veritable eon in the hyper-speed reckoning of the internet.
This leads a savvy member of the SG boards to a logical conclusion.
I must be a 'Lurker.' Those feared and shunned members of the site who appear only once in a blue moon, to offer some creepo remark on a girls journal, to make comments just slightly too familiar, to make threats and promises about knowing where girls live, and how I'll find them one day.
But, I assure you, this is not the case. I was indeed a member in the far-off time of June of last year, back when men were real men, and women were real women, etc. etc, and SuicideGirls was merely a shadow of its current self. I fell in love with a girl named Mary, who bore a striking resemblance to a lost love of mine; and I found a wonderful and interesting group of people all connected through one common interest. A bold look at the beautiful people that the rest of 'normal' society doesn't like to admit are even there.
But sadly, due to extenuating circumstances, I was forced to give up my access to this online community of interesting and daring people, and thus was my year of exile begun.
Now I return to world of SG, when I may in fact be needed most, to stem the flow of lamer threads, and fight the evil lurkers with my powers of wit and sarcasm. Now, at the turn of the tide...
ahem.
Shit. Every time I start a damn journal entry, it ends up evolving into some kind of long winded something or other. This time it appears to be rather Tolkein-esque.
There you have it, Ms. Elisabeth, I joined up way back when, but then took a year or so hiatus. So, I am both old school and noob, embodying the dark and the light, both...
Oy vey, I'd better stop while I'm ahead. -smirk-
This leads a savvy member of the SG boards to a logical conclusion.
I must be a 'Lurker.' Those feared and shunned members of the site who appear only once in a blue moon, to offer some creepo remark on a girls journal, to make comments just slightly too familiar, to make threats and promises about knowing where girls live, and how I'll find them one day.
But, I assure you, this is not the case. I was indeed a member in the far-off time of June of last year, back when men were real men, and women were real women, etc. etc, and SuicideGirls was merely a shadow of its current self. I fell in love with a girl named Mary, who bore a striking resemblance to a lost love of mine; and I found a wonderful and interesting group of people all connected through one common interest. A bold look at the beautiful people that the rest of 'normal' society doesn't like to admit are even there.
But sadly, due to extenuating circumstances, I was forced to give up my access to this online community of interesting and daring people, and thus was my year of exile begun.
Now I return to world of SG, when I may in fact be needed most, to stem the flow of lamer threads, and fight the evil lurkers with my powers of wit and sarcasm. Now, at the turn of the tide...
ahem.
Shit. Every time I start a damn journal entry, it ends up evolving into some kind of long winded something or other. This time it appears to be rather Tolkein-esque.
There you have it, Ms. Elisabeth, I joined up way back when, but then took a year or so hiatus. So, I am both old school and noob, embodying the dark and the light, both...
Oy vey, I'd better stop while I'm ahead. -smirk-
are you? are you?