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You sure sound like moderator material to me! Nomination submitted.

Tell them they're all banned until I get back from Aqaba.

There's no holding us back, as long as we're all agreed on what kind of Board we want.

She sounds more like a schnorrer.

On the other hand, he doesn't mind me farting.

Quit farting around and get me General Lee!

Perhaps all comes down to flatulence in the end?

Having maxed out at ten earlier in the day, I just tried giving you number eleven and could not. But thanks for working on it!

I've been calling them Prune Danish but you've won me over!

Perhaps if you became a dike . . .

. . . because I'm out of 'Likes' for today! From what I can tell, Invision software lets the site admins set the maximum number of 'Likes' a user can give out in a day. Our number seems to be stuck at ten. Perhaps ten is the default number that nobody ever thought to change. Perhaps there's a surcharge to raise the limit. Perhaps OZ thinks we're all a bunch of misanthropes who don't like anything very much. I haven't a clue. What I do know is that we've got a Cocksucker Contest underway and now I'm going to be unable to show my full appreciation for the efforts I'm confident everyone is about to put forth. I sure hope this gets fixed before we decide to have an Asshole Contest or a Pissing Match. There'd be no way to hold back the tide.

Perhaps from reconnaissance since it's a military term?

A few hopes and dreams before heading out for a nice afternoon hike: As I posted on Daddy's site before it went down, I had something I believe was similar to what he's going through now. It was a skin infection that made it into my bloodstream. I was sitting in the emergency room when my temperature spiked to 104º and they made me a paying guest immediately. After a few days of figuring out what it was, they finally found the right antibiotic, started to kill the bug, and then sent me home with a battery-operated gizmo that I had to keep supplied with sterile IV bags several times a day and wear around for six weeks. Then they had to keep testing me to make sure the bug wasn't hiding in my bones somewhere, ready to strike again. Twenty years later, I can tell you it was tremendously worrisome and not at all pleasant. I hope Daddy will be as lucky as I was, and no doubt he could use a little support even from those who may be pissed off at him for some reason. Whatever some may think about Daddy's website and the way he runs it, it's what he's got. The man has put many years of his life into it and deserves some respect for that alone. Personally, I've had several years of good times there and hope to have many more. And whatever some may think about the way OZ moderates this site, I can guarantee you that it is not unmoderated. There's a long fuse and folks will get the opportunity to act out a bit longer than at some other sites. The underlying assumption is that we're all adults and that we have, or can quickly develop, the skills to get along with one another. But terminal cases do get terminated, if not with a lot of fanfare. One minute they're here and the next, they're not. I don't think we need to worry our pretty little heads that OZ is not paying attention. And last but not least, I hope, as others have also hoped, that many of those who have dropped by in recent days will stick around for the long haul. This has been a place where other Daddy's refugees have found a home. It may take a few days to get the lay of the land (so to speak ) and some patience in learning one another's quirks. But I think you'll find that, over time, your quirks can likewise be assimilated. None of us is perfect - with the possible exception of Hitoallusa, and even he might demur - but why not hang out for a bit and post some stuff that you would like to see. Any community goes through some rough patches but, in general, I think it's better than the alternative. Which reminds me, I've got a hike to take.

What'd he say? He said he doesn't like us. Hell, I don't like us either.

I invited some old friends over but nobody came.

The good news is we've discovered a cure. The bad news is you've got a huge bar tab.

Hito, I have a hunch you and I can work out a deal here!

OK, I can see how you found a picture of a kludgy server room. I can even see how you found one that's been abandoned. But how the hell did you find one with a box of salt in it? I'm impressed!

Worth remembering, I think, that Daddy's still fighting an illness that could have done him in. If he takes it easy and focuses on his health instead of his website for a little while longer, we should all be OK. As long as we continue to enjoy OZ's hospitality and try to keep ourselves entertained. When I find I'm a gay who's gray and lonely I just chuck up my chin and grin and say.... The site'll come up tomorrow So I've got to hang on till' tomorrow, come what may! Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll get some tomorrow It's only a day away!

I can readily understand this. Not only will he get rid of dirt and grime and grease in just a minute, he will also clean your whole house and everything that's in it. Mr. Clean Mr. Clean Mr. Clean

Please note that my post was intended as a request for further information rather than a position statement. A bit of funk doesn't necessarily have to doom a close encounter, but I do like to know whether I should just throw an extra Handi Wipe® in my fanny pack or perhaps tote along something a little more robust.

Is that an exclamation point, or a skid mark?

I typically get a hankering for a hot dog once every decade or so. Wayout's video convinces me I've been overconsuming by at least a factor of ten. In fairness though, every time I've watched industrial production of a foodstuff containing animal products, I've sworn them off for years.