Posted by Chris on April 30, 2001 at 23:35:05:
In Reply to: Re: GGGG Gee! posted by Lainey on April 30, 2001 at 22:30:07:
: 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!)
Oh, my, Lainie! What a blast from the past! Those were good days, weren't they?
:o))
Chris