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Thu 26 Feb, 2004 10:11 am
On another thread "Aunt Deborah" was brought up. In the annals of internet forum mystique and mythology, certain personages stand out as examples of.......................er, I dunno.
Like the schmoo and Kilroy, Aunt Deborah lives on as a part of our culture that has been embedded itself in our collective psyches.
Anybody want to talk about Aunt Deborah, or is the thought too tender, to painful, to even contemplate?
I'm completely out of the loop on this one...
My part of the collective psyche was apparently absent when this bit of crucial cultural knowledge was passed around.
I have no idea and neither does Uncle Google.
cjhsa- Ohmygosh- That is WONDERFUL. Do you really mean that some of us know something that Google doesn't?????
The very thought warms my heart!
Is that Ont Deborah or Ant Deborah?
Phoenix--
You are a Woman of Mystery with a mirky past.
Is she a consanguine or an affine aunt?
Phoenix--
You are a Woman of the World and I'm a Country Mouse.
Is Deborah the bunny? All I've known her by is Deb, and for under no circumstances Debbie.
Or is it someone somewhat like Alice Waggery?
I was not provoking the bunny.......THAT time.
So who is it? Or are you just going to have fun with us, and laugh at us as we sit here saying WTF?
Turner_727 - No, I am not laughing at you. There was something that happened that brought Aunt Deborah to mind, to a number of us.
OK..........now that you are all dying to know. Aunt Deborah was a "member" of a forum to which many of us belonged. Actually, she was a "shill" for a company who had an interest in that forum, and she used the forum to hawk the sponsor's products.
She came up with all sorts of stories in a section that was in this forum, called, "parenting". The bottom line was that she wanted to get her pitch in for the product, but she wanted to make the members think that she was on the up and up.
Anyhow, Aunt Deborah was not a very good liar. After awhile, we all started to see a lot of inconsistencies in what she was writing. I don't remember all the details, but sometimes she was childless, but had nieces and nephews, another time she had kids. After awhile, I think that she forgot what she had written the day before, because she would contradict herself. Boy, could she spin a tall yarn, until we found her out, and ganged up on her.
I just thought that a "walk down memory lane" would bring some mirth and amusement to those who remembered!
Forgive me, Phoenix. . .didn't mean it that way. It's the beer talking.
Wot?? You have beer and you aren't sharing??? For shame!
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