Be a post whore!

[SadistSecret]

i might be postwhoring a bit, but even I'm not double posting.

And I'm stealking that bag. It's mine now. Or I'll cut off your nipples.

[Cloud]

it's not about the post count, anyway.

It's about having a place to say something . . . when you really don't have anything to say.

[Ibby]

Originally Posted by Cloud

it doesn't count if you bought it that way

I did all of it myself, except the ramones "seal" and the few scattered ramones stuff around it. all the pins, buttons, patches, everything are all mine.

[Cloud]

steal worthy, indeed, then

[monster]

Originally Posted by rkzenrage

I don't understand the whole post-count "thing". Why is it even visible?

Originally Posted by freshnesschronic

It's like more posts and your more popular?

It's OK not to get it. Life's more fun with the odd mystery here and there

[DucksNuts]

I feel sick

[Weird Harold]

I posted on the Kentucky Fried Rex thread, and no one answered my question.

[SadistSecret]

Originally Posted by freshnesschronic

It's like more posts and your more popular?

I'm popular, and I only have about 70 posts at the moment. But I'm in a band, so I'm automatically cool.

[freshnesschronic]

I just ate Ramen's soup Oriental flavor. And I noticed while looking at the bottom of my bowl....

There's a shitload of salt in there. Mmmmmmmmm tasty

[wolf]

Originally Posted by Cloud

So, you want your post count to go up? But can't think of anything worthy of its own thread? Post here!

Your random thoughts. Your useless post posting. Before you know it, you'll be a post whore extraordinaire!

You haven't found the word association thread yet, I take it.

[Aliantha]

I think people with high post counts have either been here for a while, or they're really really fucking annoying and have an opinion about everyting. Not like me. I hardly ever share my opinion with you all.

[wolf]

Originally Posted by Shawnee123

I have one:

Walking through the halls, it occurred to me that when the first part of this building was built, in 1973, they never dreamed that students would one day not carry backpacks, but would wheel them along behind them. So the flooring in that part is tile/grout. You can imagine the noise between classes.

Oh, my dear, you are so young.

In 1973 there were three ways to carry your books.

One was in a big, loose pile.
The other was bound together with a rubber strap that linked together with these bent metal clips on either end, kind of like a bungie cord but flat, and instead of the hook thingies with the points, it was more like a little toggle/buckle deal.

If you were a total loser, you carried a briefcase of some kind, either the traditional hard sided suitcase like variety, with a snap lock in the middle, or one of the top open kind that would balloon out a wee bit with a strap over the top that snapped into a latch on the side. You probably had at least one totally geekish teacher (Latin or Science, usually) in high school that still carried one of these.

Of course, textbooks were a lot smaller then, since you only had to take Readin', Ritin', 'Rithmatic, P.E., and Shop for boys, Home Ec for girls.

[wolf]

Originally Posted by freshnesschronic

Why would we want our post numbers to go up? I don't see the incentive. Maybe if I got free iPod or something for every 1,000 posts.

iPod? pfft.

I got the car.

[Aliantha]

Hey...what's wrong with those brief casey type thing a me's? I had one of those when I was going to Uni...a couple of years ago.

[Sundae]

Re backpacks - when I was at school the fashion for girls was canvas shopping bags - either plain or usually with a polital/ pressure group logo (Greenpeace, Friends of the Earth, Amnesty etc).

They were great because you could draw all over them and they kept your books/ folders upright which stopped any loose notes falling out. Only problem was you had to carry your lunchbox separately because it wouldn't fit. Once you've got a bag over your shoulder, a lunchbox in your hand and say a can of Coke for your breakfast in the other hand, you don't have a spare hand to read your Sylia Plath as you walk along, and how on earth are people going to realise how troubled and deep your are otherwise?

Boys just had big sports bags, which eventually they were told had to be left in the cloakrooms because there wasn't enough room in the school corridors for teenage testosterone and big bags.

As the only things boys kept in their bags were schoolwork and manky old sports clothes it's not as if anyone was going to steal anything, so it worked quite well.