You can always email me. It’s *deleted* (that is sooo getting deleted after the fact!)

Looks like you had plenty to work with, you just need faith in yourself.

So I have to ask, besides me who else were you thinking about; the camera boy?

Become bitter, etc…? I don’t believe it! You’ve been bitter and angry since I’ve known you; it’s one of your better attributes. That, your fashion sense, and your hair.

So how the can I get a hold of you without posting my freaking phone number on here? Do you dare e-mail it to me?

Hope to hear from you!
Nature boy

As for your über super secret identity… I’ve got it narrowed down to two people from back in the day. My gut feeling is that I never EVER want to pick up your homework when you’re feeling ill (now THATS a fun story, nature boy!!).

Of course, I could be wrong on that, but you’re not giving me a lot to work with.

As for the lack of love on this site, well… I’m pretty empty in that department at the moment. I’m also out of inspiration, ambition, and empathy. I’ve become a bitter, jaded man and filled the void with angst (Linkin Park should be calling me any day to write songs for them).

“Get down with OOP? (Yeah, you know me!)”
“Encapsulated C.” (Was there anything after that?)

As far as which mouth breather I is; well I promise you I won’t steal your code. (There’s a fun story eh?) But I’ve probably said too much.

But nay, online gaming is not for me; I need my piece of cheese at the end. And I’ve never posted on Slashdot, I don’t have any real knowledge to impart, that’s why I stayed in college, remember?

Bellevue’s close enough, and well done.

So what happened to the site? I remember your first site and all of the effort you put into it to make it friendly warm, this place is cold like a prison. Where’s the love?

BTW: How often do you reply?

And now I’m wondering exactly which mouth breather you are. There were so many back in the day (and those numbers have seemed to multiply exponentially as the years have gone by).

After a tracert on your IP address, I’m somewhat sure that you live in the Bellevue area (that’s where it puked out). A quick google on your email didn’t return much, but by removing the @domain.com bit, I got quite a few hits. So, you’re either a huge gamer into Never Winter Nights or you write a ton of crap on slashdot (or, possibly both or neither).

Yeah, I’m a geek.

* OOP was a class, Object Oriented Programming, that was offered at EWU. It was the worst class I had ever taken in my life. Everything was taught via powerpoint presentations in a dark room (so you couldn’t even take notes).

As a mouth breather I want to see you finally recognize the extremely valuable function that we serve in society.

Yet before I do that I would like to say I recognize the surprise this might cause since mouth breathers and the Amish seem to have the same modus operandi when it comes to technology. Back to my point, such as it is.

Remember that all the time that you’re attacking and belittling my caste of society, behind their backs without fear of reprisal, since most of us are completely incompetent with anything more modern than the ’79 Nova (Don’t you dare insult the sacred!) that if it weren’t for us you wouldn’t have a chance of getting your order completely screwed up in the drive through! Don’t even make me go into the luxuries or having your material goods repossessed, and cars towed as well as being charged for extraneous work which has nothing to do with the issue you brought it in for.

As for the LARGLY ignored upper mouth breather class that has diligently strove, over time, sometimes up to 5 years for a GED you would be the one in the small countries that we’re fighting right now instead of us.

Also while you’re bitching about the mouth breathers I want to you take a REAL close look of your picture with the blonde hair and ask yourself if you’re not morally culpable yourself for setting such an example.

There was a time, I remember well, when you looked at the world with the eyes of acceptance, a desire for knowledge, and understanding for all of your comrades. Times when you would sit outside freezing just to get a cigarette before your class.

I don’t wish you to feel defensive so I will end with a quote of your own and I hope you remember how important it used to be to you. ‘Get down with OOP’