A thread to discuss naming threads, board policy, new thread suggestions, and anything else that has to do with board administration and maintenance. Guaranteed to include lively debate and polls. Natter discouraged, but not deleted.
Current Stompy Feet: ita, Jon B, DXMachina, P.M. Marcontell, Liese S., amych
Here's the thing. When Gus died, if he did, I went to see what I could find out about him as part of grieving -- I was hoping for an obit, for some trace of his life. It was weird to find nothing. And then other people reported the same thing. And then things got really weird, so I looked up his scholarly papers and found nothing. And we all, individually, started to wonder if we had been misled, and if so how many times we'd been misled.
I never bothered looking up his scholarly papers while he was around because frankly, I didn't care. Just as I've never checked to see if Dana really sings with the Houston Symphony -- I take it on faith that she does. (Dana knows that I believe her, which is why I can use her as an example here.) But even if Dana turned out never to have sung a note, she'd still be Dana and be wonderful.
If the only problem here were that the weremonkey and the novel and the university might be fables, nobody would have started investigating. The problem here is that we may all have grieved over the death of somebody we loved who isn't dead.
That's counterfeit coin. And the real grief of real us -- real me, thanks very much -- is just as significant as the possible grief of possible relatives who might get around to reading Bureaucracy. I am reasonably sure that I have been lied to in small things. That is enough evidence that I might have been lied to in a big thing, and it isn't petty enough of me to want the truth.
Even though you seem too good to be realz.
Except she fixed our TiVo. And I've seen the dimples in person.
No dimply smiley person could ever be so technologically adept! It's unpossible.
Laura totally rocks the dimples.
I'm gonna just stop posting in Bureaucracy altogether; from now on, every time Betsy posts, y'all can just imagine me pointing and nodding vigorously.
I'm gonna just stop posting in Bureaucracy altogether; from now on, every time Betsy posts, y'all can just imagine me pointing and nodding vigorously.
Oh shit, I married Betsy's sockpuppet.
Mostly they're not.
Damn...the opportunities I've missed to be Erika Johnston from Fayette and Gilmor, witnessing buys and all sorts of shit.
But it's the pasty white chick in the wheelchair that needs to communicate with Outside, right? And I'm not even sure Fayette and Gilmor intersect.
Guess I'm stuck with myself.
Point of information: If people are looking for a newspaper obituary, they're more and more uncommon as newspapers rarely provide them for free anymore. Lots of families do without them these days.
Other than that, not enough information to have an opinion.
I am glad that I know so many buffistas irl, because if you tried to google my name to see if I was real, you would get about half a million hits.
If people are looking for a newspaper obituary, they're more and more uncommon as newspapers rarely provide them for free anymore.
Huh. I did not know that. I was going off the basis of my grandfather getting a decent-sized reporter-written obit in the Boston Globe on the strength of being a veteran and former small-town pharmacist (as far as I can recall. There might have been something more). Not exactly an exotic story. But it was many years ago.
That it is!
I'm just saying -- with three pieces of information (name + former location), it was pretty easy to find the real you online.
