VALENTINE’S DAY WISHES

(Note: This was written Feb. 14, 1997 as Valentine’s Day Wishes. Somehow, it never got to the JJW-L until Feb. 16, 1997, when it was resubmitted as Happy Cupid Day.)

Subj:    Valentine's Day Wishes
Date:    02/14/97
To:    jjw-l@io.com

In a message dated 97-02-14 17:32:49 EST, Walter writes:

<< All I have to say Dave is, just how fucking deep a hole are you digging?>>

I had intended to save this for that inevitable day when I have to sign off for good (they repo the computer) and go to that big chat room in the sky (it's not the bank I owe), but Walter has called my hand by using the "F" word. Let it be said that however crude I may have been on the JJW-L, I never resorted to the "F" word. At least I don't think I did. Certainly, not today.

Well, first of all, I want to say Happy Valentine's Day to every single soul within listening range, every man, woman, child or, yes, chicken out there, because I believe everyone deserves both God's love and mine, too. Just ask my sister/wife. I hope every lady gets roses and every guy gets laid.

But my real intent here is to express my deep appreciation for the collective sense of family and sense of humor of the members of this list. I really can't believe the stuff I say about people and that, as H.Ross would say, "you people" say about me. We could only be doing this if we truly loved and respected one another for the bighearted and bigheaded geeks we all are.

Some of you longtime members may recall -- and all of you new to the list will find it hard to believe -- but I used to sit on the sidelines here, reading the postings with interest, but never adding anything to the commentary. Now, I fear, I add too much; that bird in the bush line was totally uncalled for, but someone's girlfriend getting plugged on the internet, I liked that one. Twice already this evening, which is at least my third E-mail session of the day, I have started to reply to an earlier post, yet stopped myself. I couldn't let Walter's comment go, though.

Perhaps I am in too deep, but it just feels so good. I can only hope you like being teased as much as I like teasing you. (And about the comment from a lady who wants to know where she can find a MAN because all she gets are boys, well, lady, I've been on this earth since Nixon was a vice president and I'd be proud to stay a boy, say a drunken fraternity guy, for the rest of my life. It's a helluva lot more fun than being a mortgage-paying, job-attending adult. Believe me, I know) Fun, I believe, is why God put me
here. I just hope I can spread some of my fun to others and I hope the folks on this list are included because reading and writing in this forum is, for me, a lot of fun. (Not quite as fun as sex, but a lot more regular.)

And if I should disappear from this list (and still be alive), it would be to go on and conquer bigger and stuffier lists, because you've given me that kind of confidence. I think I can, I think I can, I know I can make somebody at Bob Dylan dot.com laugh. Today, I realized the biggest achievement of my life, I think. Bigger than missing the draft for Vietnam, even.

Chris Boehme, as manly a man as ever attended Stephen F. Austin University in Austin-East (that's Nacogdoches for you non-Texans), wrote:

<< Dave, you are one strange man.>>

I can't go on any more. I'm crying too hard. I love you guys, really I do.

From Beaumont, Texas, USA,
Dave


P.S. I just hope this reaches you on Valentine's Day. If not, it's that
fucking AOL.