I often have endless edits and English is my only language.

Trudy, his mother calls him Theo. Which is the form my mother got tattooed on her arm, along with her other grandkids. The diminutive seems to have convinced her that there isn't an l in the full name. The'onious isn't easy to say, so she sticks to Theo and remains confused. It's a vicious circle. (Note to self: get off your lazy ass and send her a couple Monk albums.) I used to call him Squirmy because he was very fidgety. Now I call him Squawky because... I'm sure you can figure it out. Today I've called him all sorts of stuff. He's overtired but won't stay asleep, so he gets more tired. Another vicious circle. And one that's much worse than my mother's inability to pronounce her grandson's name. Anyway, come see him! Come see the house! Come see us! It's been too long.

I have only known one other St. John's alum...he was an, shall we say, odd duck

Bonny, that is, shall we say, redundant. Or at least it was when I was there 25 years ago. Freak was the norm. I would be interested to hear your friend's name & any other Buffistas' friends who went there. It's a very small school, and I was involved in running alumni activities for six or seven years so I met a lot of people who graduated over the past 70 years. My profile addy, a nod to my Faulknerian homeboy Isaac McCaslin, is good. Or stop by music. I think I'll start posting again.

P-C, my best friend in high school was named after Quentin Compson. (Actually he was named after his father but was always called his Faulkner-inspired middle name.) He has a sister named Candace and a brother named Ben. He has a cousin named Jason, but unlike his siblings' names, that's just a coincidence.

HA HA HA HA. Wow. That...just does not seem like a good idea.

Joe, my great-grandfather, William Kyle Smith, taught philosophy at St. John's Annapolis from the 1930s I think. He died in the early 1980s. My great-uncle Billy (WKS Jr.) is St. John's 47, and hale and hearty, if married to my Crazy Aunt Nancy.

I got a little verklempt reading Nilly's post.

me too. I just skipped about 1000 posts to go ahead and do my official introduction although I am far from a lurker.

My name's Liz and I've lived in Los Angeles for 9 years but I still feel like Chicago is my home. I've been a waiter, a horse-and-carriage driver, and a movie theatre manager (among other things) but I am currently unemployed and very much unsure of what to do next with my life.

Probably 90% of what I type in the posting box I never end up posting and I still manage to step in the guacamole from time to time yet I always feel loved and accepted here at b.org.

I'm pretty sure I am in favor of everything on the List of Contentious Things. Olives, cilantro, fernet, and serial commas. I've never had a muffaletta but I'm positive I'd love it.

Flea, I was class of '89 so I just missed him. I haven't met Uncle Billy but I know his classmate, John Van Doren (brother of Charles, the quiz show guy, class of '46.) I thought that Chuck Nelson, father of Annapolis president Chris, was class of '47 but he's '45. My all-time favorite Johnnie is George Levine, class of '44 (Atlantic Records founder Ahmet Ertegun, one of my heroes, was his classmate.) Last I knew George was working on a musical about his adventures as The Phone Ranger. He brought one of the landmark cases that led to splitting up Ma Bell. Guy is a trip.

Figured I'd better get in here under the wire.

I'm EpicTangent (RL name Melanie). I live in San Diego, and since Cass' migration to the Great Northwest, am the only San Diego-ista (unless this post draws out a local lurker...Bueller?) I'm single & have two cats, neither of them ginger.

I've been here since (I think) late 2002, having found my way here via a link on wilwheaton.net regarding Firefly, if I remember correctly. I wished I had found b.org sooner after the years of wishing for someone with whom to discuss Buffy et al.

I am against cilantro and olives, and therefore assume I'd have anti-muffaletta leanings as well, though at this point it's mere conjecture. I refuse to be talked out of the serial comma or the double-space after a period. And I am in favor of all of the Tom's in Buffista residence.

I am active, well "active" in Bitches. I read most of the TV threads, but am usually far enough behind that I almost never post in them. I lurk in Natter, and I read all of the "right-hand" threads.

What time exactly does this thread close? We should have a party! and a countdown!

I would assume Midnight Pacific time, more or less.

Then again it might be whenever a stompy gets to it...

I, too, am managing to delurk at the last minute but am comforted by the “good enough” theory of life that many of the posters here embrace and remind myself that just before the deadline means that I met the deadline. I’ve been a continuous reader and rare poster for most of the past decade (about the time the Davids got their distinguishing board names and Buffy was being re-run in the summer) but haven’t managed the in-person connections yet. I was scheduled to attend the New Orleans F2F but life intervened (which was a source of much wailing and gnashing of teeth, earning me funny looks from the other commuters) and I had to cancel at the last minute. I am a fan of the serial comma (and the parenthetical but I think that is another debate entirely) and an anti-fan (is that the word? is that even A word?) of both olives and cilantro. Right now, I live in a stereotypical white bread suburb of Houston (where I swear there are people for whom “Mad Men” is a reality show and not a period piece) but will be moving to a small town on the Oregon coast in the spring – and one of the best things about a good move is that I get to take this board with me.

Something that I didn’t realize since I don’t post very often – apparently, I am also a fan of the run-on sentence.