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NOW I know where all the party people at!

J/K - I didn’t just go ā€˜poof,’ and I ain’t presently ā€˜bloody’ - as has often proved to be the case in my long life, rumours of an untimely demise have been quite-unfounded in accuracy - I’ve actually known all along where, AND how, the SAS/#BSFE* was THE foremost among the Last Best Beacons Of Hope; there’s a reason (ipsis litteris, several of them) why I waited 146 days to apply for the privilege of membership in this august body (Yes, @anon72228237, me dog-eared floppies have been a’burnin’ e’er since your ā€œā€¦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 ā€œSelf Portrait Of The Chowder-Head As A Young Straw-Boaterā€ avatar, as is repeated here (admittedly, somewhat reluctantly - but after all, that’s what lawyers are for).

I qualify that ā€˜mostly’ with a few notable exceptions, for it must be admitted that in certain circles I was known by various other appellations, to wit:

  1. Our friend Symbil delighted in knowing me as ā€˜DogtamerBot’ (an ā€˜endearment’ of ā€˜own coinage’; had WeResell been on his ChatGPT jag back then, I might’ve also ā€˜earned’ the ā€œmonicurā€ ā€˜ChatDog’)
  2. Others swore that I was best-addressed as ā€˜Thesaurus Rex’ - a sub-set of which notion was ā€˜Mr. Fancy Talk,’ as I saw a time or more afore the shifting sands slipped so-shrewishly into the shrieking abyss
  3. There were those who named me ā€˜Knothead’ (ā€˜Knucklehead’ finished Place in that race, nosed out by a mere whisker’s breadth, while ā€˜Jarhead’ ran Show)
  4. More than a few simply called me ā€˜Dog’ - and, in similar fashion, the same was true of both ā€˜DT’ & ā€˜Dawg’
  5. Some - not many, but sadly nevertheless some - seemingly preferred ā€˜you sorry-ā– ā– ā–  so-and-so’… and/or other things rather even less-fitting for public consumption than that might seem to be for some of us
  6. I was occasionally referred to as the ā€˜Rutabaga Kid’, or, in a similar vein, ā€˜Sir SpamALot’ - due, of course, to my oft-professed penchant for those underappreciated (oh, the heathens!) delectable goodies
  7. And last but not least, there’s the ever-popular ā€˜WA’ (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: ā€œWrong Againā€

All in all, I truly don’t mind what y’all call me - as long as it’s not too late for supper! (I may be old, but I ain’t Dan Tucker).

Now that I’ve finally found Nirvana, it seems that it’s time to tweak up the best of my PL-1200’s & spin me some long-cherished vinyl, ā€˜cause I believe I just might, at last, be a’ hearing Ella crooning a certain tune in me admittedly-feeble mind’s ear…


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If version 4 (or 5, depending upon who’s counting) of the ASF (ā€œAmazon Seller Forumsā€) was the OSFE (ā€œOld Seller Forums Experienceā€ in ā€˜SASsese’ [Yes, Virginia, I would wont call dibs on that sassy coinage]), and version 5/6 is the e’er-execrable NSFE, then I would submit that you can bet your bottom dollar that the SAS/SellersAskSellers Forum IS THE BSFE (ā€œBest Seller Forums Experienceā€), with no fear of The #!@*% House raking in your chips, unfairly, come Hell or High Water.



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Nah, don’t y’all get yer knickers in an uproar - I ain’t ever been who Mick was sangin’ '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 ā€œā€¦man of wealth and tasteā€¦ā€ - at least, mayhaps, not on their first-blush take…

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