“By-the-bye, what became of your posting in JWD?” said the Cat.
“I’d nearly forgotten to ask.” “I took a year off to live in the real world.” Skipper answered very quietly, just as if the Cat had come back in a natural way. “I thought so,” said the Cat, and vanished again.
Skipper waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two he walked over to his computer and began typing a post…he looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on the monitor.
“Did you say real, or deal?” said the Cat. “I said real,” replied Skipper, “and I wish you wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly. You make one quite giddy.”
“All right,” said the Cat, and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which was immediately followed by a shower of sparks and fireworks that remained for some time.
(Perverted from Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)
Dear Old Friends, Enemies, and Concubines:
Meow?
While my immersion into the “real world” was important to me, I greatly missed all the cool people I used to mingle and expose myself to here on this board. I learned a lot of cool stuff here and ended up meeting a lot of totally cool apostates in person. While I’m pretty much past my old JW issues, it is always good to get new insights into my life from a variety of people. I would love to share my life with you guys again but I was wondering if you really need another brainiac poster on this board? Uh, just a sec, I will be right back…
DO YA WANTS TO WEAD POZTZ THAT IS ALWEYS INTERWESTING, TITFUL AND EXCIPTING?
R U LOOKIN FERWARD TO VIEWBING POZTS DAT MAK YER HEART LEEP, EYEZ WATTER, AND YER TAIL TWITCHY?
WILL SOMEUN WHO BUYS DA CHEAPO CATFUD, ONLE CHANGES DA LITTIR BOZ ONCE A WEAK, ANDA WHO WONTTA LET YA GO OUTZ IDE 2 PLAY RELLEY MAKI U BREAK INTA SONGZ FER NO APPARRENTTA REAZDON?
DOOD U DUDES RELLEY WANT DIS GUY BECK N YER 9 LIVERS?
WELL LETTA ME TEELLA U DIS….
The Cat only grinned when it saw Skipper coming back from the kitchen with a cold one.
He looked good-natured, the Cat thought; but he will shit a brick when he sees what I did to his post.
“Pussy,” he began, rather timidly, as he noticed the Cat’s paw was on the “Enter” key and had an evil look on it’s face.
“That Damn Cat is up to something,” thought Skip, and he went on “Would you tell me, please, what you typed while I was gone?”
“That depends a good deal on if you ever want to post on JWD again,” said the Cat.
“I’m pretty damn busy these days-,”said Skipper.
“Then it doesn’t matter much what I wrote,” said the Cat.
“-but I will try to post as often as I can.” Skipper added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, while pushing the Return key and sending off the post, “ especially if you want your old friends to love and remember you as I do.”
Kind Regards,
Skipper & his imaginary Cat