NOW I know where all the party people at!
J/K - I didnāt just go āpoof,ā and I aināt presently ābloodyā - as has often proved to be the case in my long life, rumours of an untimely demise have been quite-unfounded in accuracy - Iāve actually known all along where, AND how, the SAS/#BSFE* was THE foremost among the Last Best Beacons Of Hope; thereās a reason (ipsis litteris, several of them) why I waited 146 days to apply for the privilege of membership in this august body (Yes, @Nutty_Nuisance, me dog-eared floppies have been aāburninā eāer since your āā¦Not giving up on you, buddy!ā post in another non-NSFE discussion venue)
Please allow me to introduce myself**:
Long ago and far away, in both the Age of Jive and subsequently in the Age of Discourse of the OSFE, I was MOSTLY known as Dogtamer, and always used my āSelf Portrait Of The Chowder-Head As A Young Straw-Boaterā avatar, as is repeated here (admittedly, somewhat reluctantly - but after all, thatās what lawyers are for).
I qualify that āmostlyā with a few notable exceptions, for it must be admitted that in certain circles I was known by various other appellations, to wit:
- Our friend Symbil delighted in knowing me as āDogtamerBotā (an āendearmentā of āown coinageā; had WeResell been on his ChatGPT jag back then, I mightāve also āearnedā the āmonicurā āChatDogā)
- Others swore that I was best-addressed as āThesaurus Rexā - a sub-set of which notion was āMr. Fancy Talk,ā as I saw a time or more afore the shifting sands slipped so-shrewishly into the shrieking abyss
- There were those who named me āKnotheadā (āKnuckleheadā finished Place in that race, nosed out by a mere whiskerās breadth, while āJarheadā ran Show)
- More than a few simply called me āDogā - and, in similar fashion, the same was true of both āDTā & āDawgā
- Some - not many, but sadly nevertheless some - seemingly preferred āyou sorry-ā ā ā so-and-soāā¦ and/or other things rather even less-fitting for public consumption than that might seem to be for some of us
- I was occasionally referred to as the āRutabaga Kidā, or, in a similar vein, āSir SpamALotā - due, of course, to my oft-professed penchant for those underappreciated (oh, the heathens!) delectable goodies
- And last but not least, thereās the ever-popular āWAā (not to be confused with the seasoned and savvy forum vet who skillfully wielded that handle for many years), used as an acronym for a state I all-too frequently habituate: āWrong Againā
All in all, I truly donāt mind what yāall call me - as long as itās not too late for supper! (I may be old, but I aināt Dan Tucker).
Now that Iāve finally found Nirvana, it seems that itās time to tweak up the best of my PL-1200ās & spin me some long-cherished vinyl, ācause I believe I just might, at last, be aā hearing Ella crooning a certain tune in me admittedly-feeble mindās earā¦
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If version 4 (or 5, depending upon whoās counting) of the ASF (āAmazon Seller Forumsā) was the OSFE (āOld Seller Forums Experienceā in āSASseseā [Yes, Virginia, I would wont call dibs on that sassy coinage]), and version 5/6 is the eāer-execrable NSFE, then I would submit that you can bet your bottom dollar that the SAS/SellersAskSellers Forum IS THE BSFE (āBest Seller Forums Experienceā), with no fear of The #!@*% House raking in your chips, unfairly, come Hell or High Water.
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Nah, donāt yāall get yer knickers in an uproar - I aināt ever been who Mick was sanginā 'bout in that seminal tune, even when I was a savagely-young Teufel Hund suffering hotter times in warmer climes - and few and far between, methinks, are those who might mistake me for any kind of a āā¦man of wealth and tasteā¦ā - at least, mayhaps, not on their first-blush takeā¦