Red Mosquito

Dev wrote:

washing machine wrote:Digging deeper into the memberlist, it's interesting to see where we all were as RMicans with our first posts on this current board. Of course this is now a little skewed due to the deletion of GD, but it's still a fun exercise to see everyone's first posts on this iteration.

What's really interesting is seeing the arrival of new RM users who are now regulars. Trag, for instance, joined in late 2013, presumably a new member at the time. He came here to peddle a tour poster.

Probably so he could buy drugs.

Mickey wrote:Okay, maybe Peeps can enlighten me here, but as far as I understand it:

Current board - 2012-2022
Previous board (Archived) - 2004-2012
The Real Old Board (Lost to the sands of time) - ???? - 2004
?????
The Master/Slave board - Around at least in 2001, maybe earlier.

So some folks might have joined RM (or what became the RM community) post Binaural, but most were post Riot Act or post Avocado. I don't think we added a lot of new members with anything else.

Coach wrote:

Mickey wrote:Okay, maybe Peeps can enlighten me here, but as far as I understand it:

Current board - 2012-2022
Previous board (Archived) - 2004-2012
The Real Old Board (Lost to the sands of time) - ???? - 2004
?????
The Master/Slave board - Around at least in 2001, maybe earlier.

So some folks might have joined RM (or what became the RM community) post Binaural, but most were post Riot Act or post Avocado. I don't think we added a lot of new members with anything else.

I came in a few years prior to 2004 from Five Horizons. Something happened to that pre-'04 version of the board and it's been deleted permanently.

We had a fun Pearl Jam concert meet-up around '04 in Boston and it's where I met Sunny and a few others in real life. I met Stip coincidentally around that time too - our seats were nearby at another show.

spike wrote:I guess doug only stuck around for chris h 2 content.

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:where is lenny?

wease wrote:Chris gone

Lenny gone…

tree_ wrote:this place is dying