Re: [Apologies, excuses, and scratching at the door]

[Mad Hamlet <Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx>]

Greetings,

>>(with a small t, please, I am *not* dissing an ancient Egyptian god, it
could be unhealthy

Probably a good idea. He'd sic Horus on your ass and all we'd be able to dois
sell popcorn to the main event where you're reduced to a bloody smear.

>>Some of you might remember me, I hope, while the rest of you are thinking
'who *is* this boob?'.

Oh that would never happen thoth with a small 't'. I'd always remember your
boobieness.(He Jokes!)

>>I suppose I *could* go through the list archives and write a short note to
each writer about each fic they've written since I went bye-bye. 

I wouldn't mind that. Though I prefer personal emails mostly.

>>Oh yeah, my dog left me, my horse ran off with my girl, and my truck died 

Easy answer: Play your country music backwards. 

You'll get your house back,
Your dog back
Your horse back
Your girl back....

Ad Infinitum Ad Nausem.

>>I'll always be wondering which writer is reading my post and thinking 'where
was this putz when I was sweating blood over *my* story'.

I'll admit I did wonder at times.

>>Silly, I know, but I do guilt really well. It's a gift.

We all have that extra somthing that makes us special. Mine is meglomania(with
a sliver of psycotic tendencies to lend it that extra sparkle) Yours is guilt.
Praise be.

Now get caught up on that FB boy! I still hold your reaction to 'Eros' near
and dear to my heart. I re-read it whenever I'm in need of maliscious
chuckles.

I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet


W.B. Yeats: What rough beast, its hour come at last, slouches toward Bethlehem
to be born?

Mad-Hamlet: Me.