She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw
QUOTE: Originally posted by lfish Yeah, guys, this is just plain weird and off-putting. It's like the Soviet Union, where people got disappeared and were air-brushed out of pictures and removed from history books. And some of us know what's up, and the others are just left to speculate. I don't care for it.
QUOTE: Originally posted by dknelson I was looking at an old post, on why wheel flanges are not outside the rail rather than inside, and noticed that a lengthy Mark Hemphill posting was no longer there -- but our reactions to it were. Then I found another old posting, topic forgotten, and noticed once again that Mark's posting only had been removed. Spooky! Dave Nelson
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie Well - what's not to trust about a cat named Mookie?
QUOTE: Originally posted by richardy QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie You trust Mookie, don't you......[:X] Not any more! Care to elaborate? What did I do to you to raise your hackles! Mook She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw Reply jchnhtfd Member sinceJanuary 2001 From: US 1,537 posts Posted by jchnhtfd on Wednesday, February 9, 2005 11:29 AM I trust Mookie -- or any cat, any time! But has anyone actually heard anything? Jamie Reply Mookie Member sinceJune 2001 From: US 13,488 posts Posted by Mookie on Wednesday, February 9, 2005 12:11 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by jchnhtfd I trust Mookie -- or any cat, any time! But has anyone actually heard anything? Yes, but it is not for publication. It is a matter of privacy and respect. No cloak and dagger. Deep Throat She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw Reply zardoz Member sinceJanuary 2003 From: Kenosha, WI 6,567 posts Posted by zardoz on Wednesday, February 9, 2005 1:10 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie Yes, but it is not for publication. It is a matter of privacy and respect. No cloak and dagger. Deep Throat Mookie, Uh, about your new 'nickname'....................................[:I]................[;)] Reply Anonymous Member sinceApril 2003 305,205 posts Posted by Anonymous on Wednesday, February 9, 2005 1:39 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie Yes, but it is not for publication. It is a matter of privacy and respect. No cloak and dagger. Deep Throat
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie You trust Mookie, don't you......[:X] Not any more!
You trust Mookie, don't you......[:X]
QUOTE: Originally posted by jchnhtfd I trust Mookie -- or any cat, any time! But has anyone actually heard anything?
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie Yes, but it is not for publication. It is a matter of privacy and respect. No cloak and dagger. Deep Throat
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie
QUOTE: Originally posted by TheAntiGates QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie Yes, but it is not for publication. It is a matter of privacy and respect. No cloak and dagger. Deep Throat
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie QUOTE: Originally posted by richardy QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie You trust Mookie, don't you......[:X] Not any more! Care to elaborate? What did I do to you to raise your hackles! Mook Nothing personal, I will by e-mail. Reply Mookie Member sinceJune 2001 From: US 13,488 posts Posted by Mookie on Thursday, February 10, 2005 9:29 AM And he did and I did and we got it all straightened out! And a good time was had by all! Moo She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw Reply spbed Member sinceDecember 2001 From: Austin TX 4,941 posts Posted by spbed on Thursday, February 10, 2005 12:35 PM Maybe lots of people have time on their hands so they are back tracking to insure they missed nothing when they were busier & may have missed a thread here or there. Living nearby to MP 186 of the UPRR Austin TX Sub Reply Mookie Member sinceJune 2001 From: US 13,488 posts Posted by Mookie on Thursday, February 10, 2005 12:52 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by spbed Maybe lots of people have time on their hands so they are back tracking to insure they missed nothing when they were busier & may have missed a thread here or there. Sure! Sounds reasonable to me! She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw Reply Anonymous Member sinceApril 2003 305,205 posts Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, February 10, 2005 5:57 PM You regulars sure love to keep secrets. The moral of the story is use a nickname on the internet, not your real name, you never know when stuff you have posted may come back and haunt you for whatever reason in the future. It's just easier that way, and it pissed me off when all these old topics started to come back up to the top, all because someone didn't think to use a nickname instead of his full name with middle initial. Reply Edit jchnhtfd Member sinceJanuary 2001 From: US 1,537 posts Posted by jchnhtfd on Thursday, February 10, 2005 6:13 PM Macguy -- I'm a 'regular', but I'm not in on the secret. However, I disagree just a little about not using one's name on the internet. Mine is available, in my profile, for anyone to look at. However, there are occasions when it may be necessary for one reason or another to ensure that one does not have recorded statements or comments which could be taken out of context, and distorted. This was, as I understand it, the situation here. Depending on the exact situation one is in, this may mean using a nickname (some of the 'regulars' do, and for very good reasons). Sometimes someone who has not felt a need to finds, for one reason or another, that there is now a need to and seeks the assistance of his or her friends in the matter (which no one should begrudge). It is worth remembering, as a general sort of thing, that this forum -- like anything else on the internet -- is public. Fortunately, most of us are in a position where we can speak freely in public (mostly because we are too unimportant for it to be otherwise!), but unfortunately some of us are in, or find ourselves moving into, situations where are remarks are or could be taken out of context and twisted to hurt others (or sometimes, ourselves). It all depends on your individual situation -- and level of paranoia. Jamie Reply vsmith Member sinceDecember 2001 From: Smoggy L.A. 10,743 posts Posted by vsmith on Thursday, February 10, 2005 6:25 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie This is a good place for a good ghost story: A man fell deeply in love with a woman when they were teenagers. He noticed that she always wore a yellow scarf around her neck. But he was so in love with her, it really never made any difference. He just assumed it was a scar she wanted to cover. They were married many years and during that time he only asked her once why she wore the yellow scarf. She told him that if he was still living at the time of her certain demise, she would tell him on her deathbed. The years passed and she became very ill and was on her deathbed. He was holding her hand and asked the question again - "why do you always wear the yellow scarf?" Feeling it might be her last breath coming, she slowly reached up and untied the scarf. Her head fell off. ####### Sometimes it is just best not to know why...... [sigh] Mz Moo BOOOOOOOO!!!!! Bad Kitty, no milk for you!!![:D] Not even scary...try this one on for size... A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels. She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room for one more." She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her. She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it -- an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, "There's room for one more." It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the girl. "I'll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every soul in it was killed. [:0] Have fun with your trains Reply Anonymous Member sinceApril 2003 305,205 posts Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, February 10, 2005 8:56 PM And your point is??????????????????????????? Reply Edit Anonymous Member sinceApril 2003 305,205 posts Posted by Anonymous on Thursday, February 10, 2005 9:05 PM QUOTE: Originally posted by vsmith Not even scary...try this one on for size... A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels. She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room for one more." She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her. She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it -- an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, "There's room for one more." It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the girl. "I'll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every soul in it was killed. [:0] Boy, if I had a nickel for every time that has happened to me.....well, I guess I'd be broke, but what's new. Still it is always good to hear a good ghost story or two right before Valentine's Day, after all it is the scariest day of the year! [:D] Reply Edit Mookie Member sinceJune 2001 From: US 13,488 posts Posted by Mookie on Friday, February 11, 2005 6:25 AM Mookie laughs! [:D] She who has no signature! cinscocom-tmw Reply dknelson Member sinceMarch 2002 From: Milwaukee WI (Fox Point) 11,439 posts Posted by dknelson on Friday, February 11, 2005 8:10 AM Seems to me I recall reading that "ghost story" in high school english only I think it was written by Washington Irving (of Legend of Sleepy Hollow fame) and was more scary in the original Dave Nelson (my real name) Reply 12 Join our Community! Our community is FREE to join. To participate you must either login or register for an account. Login » Register » Search the Community Newsletter Sign-Up By signing up you may also receive occasional reader surveys and special offers from Trains magazine.Please view our privacy policy More great sites from Kalmbach Media Terms Of Use | Privacy Policy | Copyright Policy
QUOTE: Originally posted by richardy QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie You trust Mookie, don't you......[:X] Not any more! Care to elaborate? What did I do to you to raise your hackles! Mook
Living nearby to MP 186 of the UPRR Austin TX Sub
QUOTE: Originally posted by spbed Maybe lots of people have time on their hands so they are back tracking to insure they missed nothing when they were busier & may have missed a thread here or there.
QUOTE: Originally posted by Mookie This is a good place for a good ghost story: A man fell deeply in love with a woman when they were teenagers. He noticed that she always wore a yellow scarf around her neck. But he was so in love with her, it really never made any difference. He just assumed it was a scar she wanted to cover. They were married many years and during that time he only asked her once why she wore the yellow scarf. She told him that if he was still living at the time of her certain demise, she would tell him on her deathbed. The years passed and she became very ill and was on her deathbed. He was holding her hand and asked the question again - "why do you always wear the yellow scarf?" Feeling it might be her last breath coming, she slowly reached up and untied the scarf. Her head fell off. ####### Sometimes it is just best not to know why...... [sigh] Mz Moo
Have fun with your trains
QUOTE: Originally posted by vsmith Not even scary...try this one on for size... A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels. She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room for one more." She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her. She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it -- an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, "There's room for one more." It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the girl. "I'll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every soul in it was killed. [:0]
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