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Over the years here, I befriended (online, via the forum, private messages, and e-mail, and maybe once or twice on the telephone) a Head-Fi'er who goes by the username "Scrypt." Veteran Head-Fi'ers probably remember him well. (Don't worry, I'm not memorializing him, as he's very much alive.) Some found him pretentious, every fourth word he typed being one to look up. But then you talk to him on the phone, and realize he expresses verbally as he does textually, and, in my opinion, he isn't the least bit pretentious--he's just him, and I'm glad he is.
Every once in a while--and, as if on cue, often when I need a smile the most--he'll drop me an e-mail, always very Scrypt in nature. Some are things he wrote, some are anecdotes from his daily life, some are just jokes, some are long, some are one or two lines, maybe one or two were more serious--maybe.
Not too long ago, on a day I remember needing a laugh, an e-mail titled "Unusually Pedestrian Limericks" arrived from good ol' Scrypt. And inside it were these (written by him):
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I laughed my ass off when I first read those, and have every time since, too. Yeah, maybe some of you grumpy types won't appreciate 'em, but I figured many of the members would.
Thanks for them, Rob.
Every once in a while--and, as if on cue, often when I need a smile the most--he'll drop me an e-mail, always very Scrypt in nature. Some are things he wrote, some are anecdotes from his daily life, some are just jokes, some are long, some are one or two lines, maybe one or two were more serious--maybe.
Not too long ago, on a day I remember needing a laugh, an e-mail titled "Unusually Pedestrian Limericks" arrived from good ol' Scrypt. And inside it were these (written by him):
Quote:
Originally Posted by Scrypt via e-mail A fetching young nurse from Siberia Was especially good with diphtheria. Patients looked far less swollen Than they had in East Poland, And could sit in the Slavs' cafeteria. A pouting cadet in Poughkeepsie Had a fear of appearing too tipsy. She became a teetotaler, Training several flea yodelers To shatter the goblets of gypsies. An athletic sous chef from Nantucket Had grown to dislike her flan bucket. She made custard for three -- Which three ate with loud glee -- Then decided to wash but not chuck it. There once was a circus contortionist Whose beliefs veered toward anti-abortionist. Promiscuous clowns Passed petitions around, Which she promptly condemned as extortionist. |
I laughed my ass off when I first read those, and have every time since, too. Yeah, maybe some of you grumpy types won't appreciate 'em, but I figured many of the members would.
Thanks for them, Rob.