“Do not post to me”
Sheesh. What’s the internet coming to? I long for the good old days of Usenet, without moderators, where other posters ruthlessly flamed the clueless, till they bought a clue.
Sigh. All things under the sun pass away with time.
Get over here but don’t post to me. ROR!
Or curled up into a ball in the corner of their room, sucking their thumb and crying uncontrollably.
Ahh yes, the good old days, when men were men, and asbestos was the uniform of the day.
Usenet was the domain of a small number of intellectuals.
The clueless outnumber the unclueless, about 100 to 1.
Goodbye, Eureka; Hello, Los Angeles (aka, “you-reek-a”.)
Usenet was the domain of a small number of intellectuals.
The clueless outnumber the unclueless, about 100 to 1.
Goodbye, Eureka; Hello, Los Angeles (aka, “you-reek-a”.)
“Do not post to me” is something like the civilization of the old west. It was a lot more fun when it was a free-for-all frontier. Then came laws and dowdy women with sensitive feelings and a harsh eye for spittin’ and drinkin’.