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Originally posted by paigowprincess
1) Count's really fruity polls. (does anybody remember when he asked us to all describe kisses that made our toes curl?)
2) circa dragon. he was the hottest poster who I had no idea what he looked like
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Golly gosh gee whiz Paigs, thanks for the mammaries….er…memories. The Count, indeed, that old sod, he still owes me money or some metal furniture (old skool joke)
Anywhichway, for y’alls info, in exactly 14 hours, give or take a couple of minutes, I will celebrate my 9th year of posting on greedy associate internet chatting boards.
Given that I am 45 years old, that means……OMFG…..I have been digging this scene for one fifth of my adult life!! Holy cannoli! That’s almost 25%!!!
OTOH, imagine if I was like young Master Coltrane, who rumour has it joined this board at the age of 19. When his 9th anniversary comes, npi, he will have been here well over a third of his natural life!!!!
Given my longevity and impeccable old skool cred, its odd that I no longer know any of the board’s contemporaneous members personally! IRL, iykwim. Given my consistent presence, I should know some, I would suppose……..
OTOH, this whole internet style chatting board phenomenon is a constant mystery, ever evolving, kinda weird. One generation passes the torch to another, so to speak and over time I forget more and more about the original Prodigy.Net crew and their descendants on Yahoo. And this place is a whole new FB compared with Chef’s era on the Infirmation Nation. New members swarm and the old ones move on. Partnership, GC positions, kids, trophy wives, no time.
I guess my point is that notwithstanding all that, and as different as this place feels to an old skool diva like me, its nice to know that there are still fellow old skoolers like Paigs (or is it Jenna J?!? LOL!!!-old skool joke alert) and Lessinmengele (or something like that) (old skool joke alert) that I "know" and that I'm still talking with on a cybercomm basis over the internet in the land of the worldwideweb.
cheers!
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