America On Line?
The name pretty much describes who & where they originated but eventually they became global.
Had a good run in the dial-up era but failed to invest enough to compete in the DSL/Cable faster digital world.
There are still functional AOL email accounts floating around - people who can't be arsed enough to get a different domain server because they rarely use email anyway.

IT companies have a 10 year life cycle, forums follow a similar life span.
They are hot right out of the gate with some new angle but eventually the next "best thing since cheeze-wizz" comes along and displaces them in the market.

Mail settings were female, 150 miles, and 55-75.
I changed them to anybody, any distance, & 30-100 so we'll Zee how it goes.

Are PMs different than Mail here?
I haven't noticed a direct message function other than what they call "Mail".

What set me off?
Who do you think?
The resident eternal burning flame of hating, of course.
I keep trying to gently drag him out of that Faux sNooze silo he lives in but apparently he has sucker arms like an octopus when it comes to clinging to unreality.

2 Johnny Depp entries for yas;
"Dead Man Walking"
"The Libertine" - perhaps the one that signaled Depp had finally achieved permanent A-List status.

Forgot to list "Giant" with my selection of vintage films my wife really loved.
I'm not as hot on it but my eldest son thinks it belongs in every personal films library.

Eldest & I watched "Hostiles" with Christian Bale.
Bonne nuit à vous aussi.

You can call me any dayum time you feel like it Zee.
You know where the number is (in French, of course).

This OldCoot has a predilection for Whites from the near banks of the Rhine.
Niersteiner & Oppenheimer (Rheinhessans) are high priority.
Some Badens & I once had 9 bottles of a "perfect" 1989 Binger, but they all drunk-ed up now.
Toss in a few of the occasional Mosel or Nahe for when a girl needs something a little bit lighter and less sweet, to avoid that dreaded bloat at certain times.


The only thing that came out of the Alsace that I liked was Fischer LaBelle, a dark beer that was brewed more like wine than a typical dark lager or stout.
Fin du Monde (roughly translated means "End of the World") out of a little brewery in Quebec - you might have heard of Unibrow - is possibly the best Dark Beer on the planet, triple fermented in the Belgian Monk style.

Come to think on it, I sure do know a lot about booze for a guy who rarely consumes.

Oh great, THAT will REALLY draw in the hunni-bunnis.


"Wanting"?
What, wanting to send me gift cards and money orders?


The only good thing for FishingMan is that it's mid-week & not a weekend.
Might get lucky and make bail by Friday - or some day ending in "y" anyways.

Luckily, the few sweeties worth a dayum know about my dual citizenship & won't disappear just because FishingMan got tossed in the gulag for a few days.
There are actually three of me in there but I gave up on the other two.
One of them didn't even get onto the board, got scooped up so fast it never had a chance to write a profile or run a search even.

Banning accounts is a game as old as forums.
I've been able to stay ahead of any such actions in the past on other forums with the use of VPNs, alternate emails, and shifts in syntax & grammar to conceal my true identity - but it just isn't worth the bother here since 99% of the action is only scammer accounts anyway.

Back in the early 2000s, before they shut the whole thing down at the end of the decade, I used to work as a volunteer in Yahoo Chat Help:1 & Yahoo Chat Help:2.
Stephanie Bergman, who was Yahoo's administrator over all of the chat rooms, got us volunteers involved in a game amongst ourselves whereby we would create new identities that had to at least hint at who we really were.

By my count I had some 330+ separate accounts on Yahoo Chat, most of them a twist on either IdioT_SavanT_i4 or Anonymouse_I_Dentity.
xxxxi4_1, xxxxi4_2, xxxxi4_3, pumpkineateri4, vampirei4, frankeni4, santai4, etc. etc. etc.
There was an endless supply of Yahoo emails available & everyone always got "dressed-up" (changed IDs) for holidays.

What it did was keep us recognized by other help volunteers trying to serve users with problems, while escaping "booters" who might have objected to our work developing "booter-proof" chat clients with 3rd party developers & tried to knock us off chat entirely.

That was some of my best times on the interweebz, often going for 30-40 consecutive hours straight laughing, chatting with dear friends all over the globe, and fixing problems with user's chat client operation (even telling people how to fix unrelated stuff, like a dead burner on a smooth-top stove or how to change the brakes on their 1985 Mustang).
I learned a lot about a lot of things from some super-intelligent peeps there.

Don't really consume alcohol other than to taste it occasionally.
German whites in my cellar back to the early 2000s.
Auslese goes really well with lobster & tenderloin, walleye, & New England clam chowder.
Got any flower, maybe a gummy?

It's legal for you, I still live in a 1930s prohibition state.
For a supposedly progressive state Wisconsin is remarkably resistant to change on that particular vice.

She's the smart one.
She took the vaccine & escaped this lunacy.

I've known a couple dozen vets over the years.
Some fought, some just served, but to a man (or a couple of women too) they have something in common with my youngest, who was in the Naval Reserve.
They don't want to talk about it.
Go to extraordinary lengths to avoid doing so.

My best and only remaining besty male friend served on the A-Gang aboard the USS Frederick LST hull# 1184 during the evacuation of Saigon in 1975.
Over more than 5 decades that's still about all I know about his 4 years afloat, other than his A-Gang used to sell access to unlimited-length hot showers under the cooling outflow from the water desalination plant - a very high demand item on a tank landing transport in the South China Sea.

Reject any who ask you to move to WazzApp, Telegrift, or googlychat right off the bat.

Insist on a real voice phone call.

If they can't talk to you how are you supposed to have a relationship?
Sit on the couch or in a restaurant & text each other?

So far, out of about 200, I've had 3 call me - THREE! - and all three had foreign accents & such poor English you could cut them with a dull butter knife.
At least they sounded female.
You have no idea if some "Nigerian Prince" immigrant dude in an Albanian slavery call-center is really behind a text message or not.

OOPS!
Mah bad.
The family was camping for the weekend at Shell Lake (incredibly clear waters in those days), which is about 5 or 6 miles south of Spooner.
I honestly have no idea why Cameron popped into my head.

Having grown up in the north woods I know better than most how far it is between Cameron & Spooner but when yer brain is farting ya don't really recognize it at the time.

Started walking late in the afternoon & got back around 1:00 AM or 2:00 AM.

I had a summer camp romance with a pretty young lady from Spooner (a very long time ago).
Andrea Thompson I think her name was, but I'm no longer clear on whether that was her last name.
She wore the cutest sparkles face makeup & was built like every young man's dream date.

Later that fall I walked all the way from Cameron to Spooner on a Friday night (froze mah arse off too) attempting to look her up again.
No joy, then I had to walk all the way back to Cameron again.
There's chasing tail and then there's chasing yer own tail.
I summed it up as the latter.

Heheee, I had something of a habit years ago on a debate forum, of letting others dig their own holes.
So much easier if all you have to do is kick the dirt in on top of them after they get in over their heads.

In the words of George C. Scott as Patten, isn't the point making the OTHER guy die for his country, not you?

That's the writer in me, Zee.
Never was a day 1 word would suffice when I could write an entire novelette in an afternoon.
I did a lot of sports (NFL-Packers, mostly) writing for 25 years, covering everything from the draft, free agency, pre-game & post-game dissections, to filling requests from fans of other teams to get my opinion on one thing or another about their team or players.

I built a pretty substantial reputation in those circles as someone who could write objectively and without fan bias in my opinions.
All told I posted over 33,000 articles and more than 4 million words on NFL football from 2001-2025.

I've contributed Guest columns to the local rag from time to time as well.
Been friends with an editor emeritus of the Cap Times since the 90s.

Knowledge is power.
While my profile is a long read, no woman capable of doing so should waste her time on me if what I describe myself as doesn't meet her desires.
Problem is, hardly any of them bother even looking at it, let alone attempting to read it.
Most of 'em can't even be bothered to fill out their own profiles, f/f/s.


Makes it a little easier to separate the wheat from the chaff anyhow.
If they can't be arsed enough to find out something about me before sending me emails asking me to jump onto Wazzapp or googlychat, then they aren't serious enough to be a potential companion anyway.
Ain't no shortage of 'em trying, on this site, though.

Well, Zee, I tol' ya that durned AI-bot would get me again.
Free for ONE DAYUM DAY & poof! FishingMan is locked up yet again!

He's gunna spend more time in lockups than Nelson Mandela.
W/T/F is wrong with that pac-man munching tool?
I couldn't have possibly done anything wrong, I didn't have enough time to.

The only thing in common is it seems to happen right after posting in the Community threads.
Somebody in here dislikes my politics, perhaps, & files bogus reports on me?
As long as I stick to hustling the chickadees it seems to be fine.

Never wrestle with fools.
They have more experience at it than you, TxsGal3333

Not going back three YEARS to read what peeps were thinking back then.

So today's 2¢ worth is I'm thinkin' there's a couple of very enticing personalities from here that I've been communicating with lately (them bein' hot ain't an issue either) and I'm wishing I could have just one of them to hold, hug, & talk endlessly with.
I'm lonesome.

Of course all of that is just a general euphemism for the fact that I'd REALLY like somebody to "get busy" with as well - but I'd settle for just the hold/hug/talkin' parts if they'd otherwise take one look at me and have to excuse themselves to hit the head...and then duck out the back door.

They found out I am now here.
Completely shattered their confidence.
How can they call themselves "fun" when measured against ME!

Ebbil geneyus Zee strikes again.

Dem po' Frenchies, they dun stand a chance agin The Hurricane from the North.