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
In all honesty, I'm tempted to save the past several days of board somewhere as a study in the nature of grief and the nature of reality. Someone/something was deeply mourned, that is the incontrovertible fact. Even if Gus was a real person, the entity that was mourned exists only virtually for several people. If there is no physical "Gus" as previously defined, the entity still existed and was loved. It begs redefinition of the term "real".
I've been accused of thinking too much about sensitive things. My apologies for the writer in my head who's taking notes.
Newspaper guy does speak true(if he really is one.) But if y'all are fakes, I never wanna know as you are allegedly living out my high-school Poets in Love fantasy, and I want some illusions.
It is a small possibility that he was quite real but wished to continue to remain anonymous and "Guy Straley" is also a pseudonym.
I keep hoping this is the case.
It is a small possibility that he was quite real but wished to continue to remain anonymous and "Guy Straley" is also a pseudonym.
Well, clearly, he was real in the sense that there was a person behind those words, behind the personality. The facts may not have been genuine, but I like to believe that the connection we felt was. We don't know whether this person is alive or dead, however, and I don't know how we could possibly find out, but I know that won't stop us from trying.
I'm going with this, pretty much.
I don't know if we're ever gonna put "Adena" in the definite black anyway, so...
Somewhere in Baltimore, my fake husband's got a headache(Um, speaking of shit that will take explanation should I slip this mortal coil, btw,) but my path and his are different anyway. Until he starts writing The Fandom: What you see on the screen is only half the story.ETA: How much would that rule? Until he dug around and found shit we wanted to bury. Which everyone has, btw.
Oh shit, I married Betsy's sockpuppet.
You've totally seen us in the same room in different dresses. And my hand was nowhere near her ahem.
In Natter 10, once an unnamed Buffista said she grew up near Earlham college, Gus then said that he "attended" Earlham. He does not say if he graduated, or if this was for grad school, or undergrad.
That would be me, an Earlham faculty brat; Earlham only has an undergraduate program, FWIW.
