Posted by Lainey on April 30, 2001 at 22:30:07:
In Reply to: Re: GGGG Gee! posted by MMMMarcia on April 30, 2001 at 21:06:28:
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: : : Well, how about you and I make a deal to keep each other company when they cart us off to the Home For Decrepitly Aged GGGG's? I know you won't be leaving for it any sooner than *I* will! Heck, we'll have us a good ol' time out on the front porch in our rockers, cacklin' and laughin' about the Good Ol' Days, when Mohicanland was just a teensy little community made up of one moustachioed PonytailGuy. It'll be a hoot! Or is that a poot?
: : : MMMM
: : Gee, Gigi -
: : Who ya callin' mustachioed pony... OH! You said 'guy'! The *other* half of one -
: : Never mind. Thought you were overdoing the geritol gulping for a moment. (For the uninitiated, that's the GGGGs' way of pumping iron.)
: : Carry on!
: : Lainey
: Now, now, Mrs. Ponytail...I would NEVER refer to you as a guy. I've SEEN you in a condition that no guy could be IN! I was merely thinking in terms of when our MentorMan FIRST got the notion in his pointy little haid to start trekkin' around looking for film locations. We all know that you have been at his side (and often in FRONT of him) throughout the entire ordeal...er...I mean...ADVENTCHA...but SURELY someone as sensible and sane (hahahahahaha) as yourself didn't DREAM up this Alternate Universe we call Mohicanland??? Surely the IDEA drew its first wee little breath of life in that chunk of gray matter under the Ponytail's Baseball Cap? I could be wrong, but I just canNOT picture you, baby on hip, small children running around, larger children at their home studies, dinner simmering on the stove, suddenly saying, "RICH! I have the most FANTASTIC idea! Let's drop everything (no, not the BABY!) and spend the next 10 years of our life driving ourselves MAD with the sturm and drang of hacking our way through the wilderness to find LOTM film locations and maintaining an all-encompassing, ever-growing website that sucks us dry and spits out the withered hulls!"
: I suppose it COULD have happened that way...but I've always pictured Rich thinking something like, "Gee, wouldn't it be kinda cool if......." and then YOU thinking to yourself, "Guess I'd better be part of this from the get-go to see that nobody gets buried along the way. No tellin' WHAT will happen if I don't keep a sharp eye open! SOMEBODY'S got to be in charge, after all, and they don't call ME Chief Cook & Bottle Washer, Home-Schooling Mom, Web Publishing Wonder & All Round Crazy Lady In A Cage for NUTHIN', ya know!!"
: Well...anyhow...SOME say that's the way of it. (Of course, who believes anything Cousin Eugenie says!)
: RYHOS,
: MMMM
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Dear Gigi~
Firstly, I believe EVERYTHING Cousin Eugenie says!!!! I would go so far as to appoint her Mohicanland's ambassador if only she'd fine tune her diplomatic skills a bit. (Her references to colonials as 'bastardly rebels & wicked wenches' may be good business in English Tea Houses but it tends to irritate the home boys.)
Now, on to the alternate stuff ... some say that's the way of it.
Ordeal vs Advencha ..... hmmmmmmm.
Geritol vs Brandy .......hmmmmmmm.
Mustachioed 'guy' vs mustachioed 'girl' .... hmmmmmm.
(Actually ... never mind.)
In all serious, real, truthful actuality - I would never, never, never have *opted in* for locations scout. Nooooooooo ... that was the *other* half of one's idea. I was drugged ... er, dragged on those 'little field trips.' ("I've been to hell and all I got was this stupid t-shirt!") It was a pretty good idea, after all!
Take a bow, Rich. You're on Cameron's Camera!!!!!!
Now, on the other hand, I was the silly person who thought a web site would be "a fun, simple project." Ha! Boy, was I naive or what? My mother never told me there were pack rats, asps, lizards, & other slithering creatures in cyberspace. Ya live & learn. (At the time we first started the web site, I thought Ms. Dos & Eudora were eccentric ladies who did Windows ... really.)
All that other stuff you mentioned; I thank you for the kind confidence and you have complimented me with your persistence but ... am I supposed to actually be doing that sh*t?!!!!!
Finally, Miss Gigi, the Geritol Gauntlets, Trade Wars, & Courier parodies were a lot of fun. Things change, naturally, but those were high times!!!! Poor Chris became a Depends dependent, Billy learned to dribble without messing his key keyboard letters, Doc M got in touch with her sadistic inner-self, you discovered Cybil didn't have anything over you in the *personality* department, Rich cried every day during his lunch hour (actually, TWO hours), Ilse from the Lowlands hadn't yet discovered the wonders of thievery & was merely looking for a marriage prospect, Carol reigned proudly as B*tch Supreme without a coup attempt, Jo's horse was still believed to be lost rather than consumed by Uncle Wiscone, The Red-Headed Terror from Schenectady had innocently stumbled in, and so on and so on .... *sigh* What a Pleasantville it was!
(Now, don't take me toooooo seriously. I hadn't had a Geritol Gulping reminder in a long time!!!!!)
*sniff* *sniff*
Lainey
(And I DO believe Cousin Eugenie! I do! I do!)