So, I’m sitting with Bones discussing the never to be resolved merits of the Syringe Gun vs. the Thompson when Wind blows in with Cpt. Kirk.
“Do you know how hard it is to find this place,” asks Wind?
“Yeah Quaffer, It’s not even called Jo…” exclaims Cpt. Kirk.
I rudely interrupt him “SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!” I growl, “We change the name to protect the inebriate… er innocent”
“Miss,” beckons Bones. “Our friends are far from home and thirsty”.
With a delightful flash of trim ankles and the usual efficiency of “Joe’s” staff the situation is soon corrected. (Yes I’m married. I like well turned ankles. So sue me.)
“What brings you across the Pacific and at least two Great Lakes” I enquire?
“Disgust and curiosity,” they chorus.
“Listen to that Quaffer. They’ve taken their show on the road.”
“And rehearsed no less.” says I “Such commitment is a rare treat.”
“Tell us your troubles, before Quaffer starts guessing. His guesses are entertaining, mind you, but usually wrong.”
Some Guinness goes down the wrong pipe. A sinful waste and Bones receives a quarter strength glare. His smile is a thing of angelic nonchalance. We’ll have to see about that, later.
“So I posted a question on the forums,” Cpt. Kirk says. “I’m hoping for answers. I check back and the icon has changed color. Aha help at last! I open the thread and the response says ‘I don’t know’. This is helpful? This I can use?”
“Lots of posts are like that,” Wind informs us.
“If I see one more useless post in a thread where someone is asking for help, SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FIND MY BAN HAMMER,” Cpt. Kirk rants.
“Tsk,” says Bones. “Someone needs to find their happy place. Don’t be such a Romulan.”
“Ah the disgust,” I say. “Well do you expect people to think before they use their keyboards? We are talking about gamers here.”
“It does sound incredibly cliche`, I know, but that's only because that's what your supposed to do,” Wind opines.
“Yeah my dad was a quiet guy,” I offer. “He didn’t talk a lot unless he had something to contribute. Posting should be like that.”
“So Quaffer, I see you take after your mom then,” mutters Bones.
I look at Bones, my thoughts taking on the color of my stout.
“Curiosity,” Bones asks?
“Well what would you do,” Cpt. Kirk wants to know?
“Personally I can’t count the number of threads I have read but have not posted in because I had nothing to say. But it is hard to lead by example when the example that you are trying to set is to do nothing. I bet I’d just end up talking about it, with some friends, over a beer.”
“Do you know how hard it is to find this place,” asks Wind?
“Yeah Quaffer, It’s not even called Jo…” exclaims Cpt. Kirk.
I rudely interrupt him “SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!” I growl, “We change the name to protect the inebriate… er innocent”
“Miss,” beckons Bones. “Our friends are far from home and thirsty”.
With a delightful flash of trim ankles and the usual efficiency of “Joe’s” staff the situation is soon corrected. (Yes I’m married. I like well turned ankles. So sue me.)
“What brings you across the Pacific and at least two Great Lakes” I enquire?
“Disgust and curiosity,” they chorus.
“Listen to that Quaffer. They’ve taken their show on the road.”
“And rehearsed no less.” says I “Such commitment is a rare treat.”
“Tell us your troubles, before Quaffer starts guessing. His guesses are entertaining, mind you, but usually wrong.”
Some Guinness goes down the wrong pipe. A sinful waste and Bones receives a quarter strength glare. His smile is a thing of angelic nonchalance. We’ll have to see about that, later.
“So I posted a question on the forums,” Cpt. Kirk says. “I’m hoping for answers. I check back and the icon has changed color. Aha help at last! I open the thread and the response says ‘I don’t know’. This is helpful? This I can use?”
“Lots of posts are like that,” Wind informs us.
“If I see one more useless post in a thread where someone is asking for help, SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FIND MY BAN HAMMER,” Cpt. Kirk rants.
“Tsk,” says Bones. “Someone needs to find their happy place. Don’t be such a Romulan.”
“Ah the disgust,” I say. “Well do you expect people to think before they use their keyboards? We are talking about gamers here.”
“It does sound incredibly cliche`, I know, but that's only because that's what your supposed to do,” Wind opines.
“Yeah my dad was a quiet guy,” I offer. “He didn’t talk a lot unless he had something to contribute. Posting should be like that.”
“So Quaffer, I see you take after your mom then,” mutters Bones.
I look at Bones, my thoughts taking on the color of my stout.
“Curiosity,” Bones asks?
“Well what would you do,” Cpt. Kirk wants to know?
“Personally I can’t count the number of threads I have read but have not posted in because I had nothing to say. But it is hard to lead by example when the example that you are trying to set is to do nothing. I bet I’d just end up talking about it, with some friends, over a beer.”
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, good story.
U truley are 1 of a kind
