But Charleton Heston said it was people! Are you saying Chuck lied? Besides, what would that alliteratively named hack Harry Harrison know about it? I suspect he just mispelled “Soyentl” (a food made from soy beans and everyone involved in the filming of Barbra Streisand’s Yentl).
I really have learned a lot about Irish music here—things that I wouldn’t have found out about in books. I’ve got the books, so I know.
I like threads getting hijacked without people going bonkers. I like the weirdo fusion forum. I like being around people who know so much about so many different things. I like our strange moderators. Well, I just like everything and I am being told that we have to go, so I can’t get all philosophical about it.
I’m really grateful for you folks and the bright spot you bring to an otherwise crazy 4AM-1PM shift!
You guys are great friends, and it’s rare that I go somplace so (occasionally ) sophisticated that I can break out and talk about something completely off the wall…like real zombies singing crap-ass x-mas songs driving Minis.
I routinely boggle at C&F. There had to be a day about 10 years ago when I was exploring the web, trying to sort out the handful of whistle makes and models, and said to myself, “Hm, maybe I could throw up one of those web-page thingies.” As it turns out, that was a very fine day.
Back in those days I would have declared that it would be silly to refer to someone who you know only from computer interaction as a “friend.” But now I can hardly count the people who I regard as my friends whose faces I couldn’t possibly pick out of a small crowd. It’s weird, but we’re there, and there’s no going back, folks.
Grateful for the friends, the humor, the music, the outrageous range of expertise and ideas. Speaking with my usual modesty:
The wonderful stream-of-consciousness humor that happens here so often. Now I know I’m not the only one
Finally making it over 1000 posts. Makes me feel like I’m no longer a semi-lurker
Being honored by having Bloomfield bestow on me and my wife the inestimable priviledge of coming to our home for dinner, touching some of my whistles with his golden lips, and for declaring that my old C nickel Generation is one of the “good ones”
and all the mushy making friends stuff that others have already said better than I can
Mike