Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

Bammer wrote:Congratulations, LOSERS!

You are 26th lol.

tree_ wrote:Shouldn't you only "welcome" somebody if you're there too? Like, I wouldn't tell somebody who just got home from vacation "welcome home" if I don't share a home with them. You know?

Bammer wrote:

tree_ wrote:Shouldn't you only "welcome" somebody if you're there too? Like, I wouldn't tell somebody who just got home from vacation "welcome home" if I don't share a home with them. You know?

Conceptually I liked where you were headed with this until the terrible example you used.

tree_ wrote:

Bammer wrote:

tree_ wrote:Shouldn't you only "welcome" somebody if you're there too? Like, I wouldn't tell somebody who just got home from vacation "welcome home" if I don't share a home with them. You know?

Conceptually I liked where you were headed with this until the terrible example you used.

Which example would you use? Does it not sufficiently express the point I'm trying to make?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:My assumption is that the loss of GD made the stats more weighted towards the other threads? And my work in Food and A&E pushed me higher up the ranks?

Bammer wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Bammer wrote:

tree_ wrote:Shouldn't you only "welcome" somebody if you're there too? Like, I wouldn't tell somebody who just got home from vacation "welcome home" if I don't share a home with them. You know?

Conceptually I liked where you were headed with this until the terrible example you used.

Which example would you use? Does it not sufficiently express the point I'm trying to make?

“Welcome to the ______ club” is the best example there is. Should have just left it there.

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:My assumption is that the loss of GD made the stats more weighted towards the other threads? And my work in Food and A&E pushed me higher up the ranks?

Let me consult with Cpt. Obvious before confirming or denying this.

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:My assumption is that the loss of GD made the stats more weighted towards the other threads? And my work in Food and A&E pushed me higher up the ranks?

Let me consult with Cpt. Obvious before confirming or denying this.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Monkey_Driven wrote:I was in the high 20s before GD was deleted...

15 seems too high