But, within the last half hour I've responded to two posters, one with a three paragraph answer (I forget already and I can't retrieve it) and one that I couldn't even see the question past the title on New Posts from a relatively new young poster, I'm guessing 16 years old. And both of them showed me topic not found.
I generally think the mods know more than I do (for good reason, that they do).
Still, twice in a half hour? Do we have a new mod? Or new baddie posters?
If so, good luck to him or her.
I know mods don't have to explain their choices and don't want them to.
This was weird.
Also (the light dawns), I should do the Contact Us thing.
I've been here a long time and didn't make that connection. ( )
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jcboy
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Thu 19 Jul, 2012 05:32 pm
@ossobuco,
I noticed that too! When I log in early in the morning I see quite a few new spam threads, someone trying to sell something. When I report the thread I’ve gotten the same message quite a few times, the mods got to it before I could report it!
Yeah! That also happened with a date I almost had recently. She apparently had moved by the time I drove to her place to pick her up. She must've been forgetful, huh? The heat down here will do that to 'ya.
That was one of my ideas, but I've abandoned it. Amusing, though probably not to hamsters.
So, like, what are good hamster snacks?
Do they like peanut butter? Or does it send them into anaphylaxis?
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Lustig Andrei
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Thu 19 Jul, 2012 07:10 pm
@Ragman,
Ragman wrote:
Yeah! That also happened with a date I almost had recently. She apparently had moved by the time I drove to her place to pick her up. She must've been forgetful, huh? The heat down here will do that to 'ya.
That happened to me one time, Rag, when I was still an adolescent. Girl called me, said, "C'mon over. Nobody's home." So I rushed right over. Nobody was home.
All this sort of reminds me of what my parents did when I was a child. One day they changed the locks but failed to give me a key. When I finally caught up with them, they'd changed their last names and gotten plastic surgery. Some people will do anything as a practical joke.
I admit to liking swordfish when grilled. Also alive. I've a big photo, guessing 10 x 20, of my uncle next to a captured swordfish, probably taken in the early thirties. Doesn't fit on my present scanner.
I've gotten more sceptical about the kind of fishing my father and his brother did, in the nineteen twenties. But this is hindsight. Uncle became a lawyer in the hollywood area and got caught up in stuff. He left all that to become a Matson liner captain.
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