A very brief discourse on brevity, wit and post counts.

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Congrats!

MarkB

Nice one, Dub… :smiley:

Congratulations, dubhlinn! :party: :party: :party: I would hardly know where to begin to tell you how much I enjoy and learn from your posts, always made with so much heart and such clear insights and in language worthy of both. Favorites would be way too hard to choose, but I will say that I have had many a chuckle from this recent gem, in response to The Tao Te Chiff:

Looking forward to many, many more!

Carol

Congrats Dubh! I’ll drink a pint in your honor! :pint:

I understand that brevity is, in fact, the soul of wit.

Which probably means that loquaciousness is wit’s very hindquarters.
(Not convinced? Observe…)
I feel I should mention that I came upon a blog titled ā€œLoquacious of Blogā€
(that’s a Star Trek joke, in case you didn’t catch it…), which I, of course,
had to investigate forthwith. I found that the blogger in question is not
only a master of science fiction referential humor, but also of stark irony:
ā€œLoquacious of Blogā€ is, in fact, content-free.

Oh, yeah: :party:

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New batch o’ stogies in the humidor, help yerself!

And I am impressed by his proper use of the genitive with the gerund.

(But where is his thesis? Carol did a thesis.)

Congratulations.

HIP!

HIP!

HOORAY!

D’s for Dublin city that he hails from;
U is for the Upbeat –just because;
B is for ā€œhis Bobnessā€, whom he digs so…
H is for the Head atop draft Guinness,
L…for that Libation apropos.
I is for the Irish, to be sure;
N is for the Notes of music joyful…
N is…Now let’s toast 3000 more!
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So, Dub…someone’s gotta say it:

HOW does it feeeeel?

To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

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YAY DUB!!! :party: :party: :party: Glad to see that you’ve made it to the 3000 mark…keep that comfy chair in the lounge warm for me, ok? I’ll be there eventually. It takes a wee bit of time to waddle that far these days :wink:

Oh, mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck in drizzly Scunthorpe with those Dublin blues again.

This ain’t the end Dubh, it’s a new morning.

:party: :party: :party: :party: :party: :party: :party:

KEEP IT ROLLING, DUBH