Foo.
It was my understanding that Ellpus was shut down by his son and his wife. Which I can comprehend. I still don't like it. I plan to rail against this every couple of years.
In latin, Fooere. Fooie, fibi, fe, femus, femiano, femiano.
chai2 wrote:
Lord Ellpus was the most important person here IMO.
*statue resurrected courtesy of chai 1 and 2 . *
msolga wrote: [...] I also value lots of other A2K posters, too. Frankly, I'd find it damn near impossible to declare that any one poster here was "the most important"! Different A2Kers are valued for all sorts of different reasons. I have a huge fondness for many posters here. [...]
Yup, I agree, although I see some names, they usually get read no matter where they are.
<stands on table, waits until the room goes quiet, then proceeds>
He's not coming back. That's, right, I said it: he's not coming back.
Damnit, get it together, gang! He never really loved us, don't you see? We meant nothing to him. Nothing. And nothing's going to change that. The sooner we accept that, the sooner we'll be able to move on with our lives.
Sure, I'm not immune. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and find that my pillow looks a lot like Lord E. I hold it close and start chatting with it, about Pink Floyd, or Faulty Towers. But when the sun rises I'm not sitting around feeling sorry for myself.
Jesus. Look at yourselves.
Is this how it's going to be? A sobfest? Not if I have anything to say about it goddamnit. We are good enough. Say it with me: we are good enough. We're a family for christsakes! Or we're a dysfunctional group of online personas! Whatever! You know what I mean! I, for one, am going to act like a fucking man. I'm going to keep my chin up, and post about books and music and baseball and, at least once a day, insult H20 Man, as if Lord Ellpus had never existed.
I suggest you do the same.
Thank you.
Thanks. I feel better now. I think.
You're right, I shouldn't do that.
(Laughs with Gargamel)
Follow the little pitcher!!!!!
I miss good ol' Lord Ellpus to.
He had an unmatched wit. Humble yet intelligent and an esteemed nature.
Ahhh the good old days
Laughing out loud at Garga.....
I miss Ellpus, too.
He'd be on his summer jaunt to the countryside now....
Or at his brother's place in France...
Ah for Christ's sake Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
