>>5
I'm not Alex Reynolds.
It might, though be advisable for the worthy users and readers of this board to brace themselves for a barrage of multi-clausal spleen-ventings by that sad and lonely old man in the coming days or weeks, since recent developments on Crackyhouse are of exactly the sort most apt to make him gnaw out his already senescently disintegrating liver.
I refer here specifically to Jeff's obvious intention of feeding Lia and her little gang of sycophants one (count 'em, one) genuinely Cracky-related post about once a year around the summer solstice, so that for the other 364 days that narcissitic little chav megalomaniac has an excuse (however pathetic and transparent) to go on indulging her "Darkly Dreaming Dexter" ego-trips and orchestrating emetic little "group hugs" among her half-dozen house-trained sycophants and calling THAT "the Crackyverse".
Obviously, Reynolds would, ideally, much prefer to vent his impotent spleen on the Crackyhouse board itself. But I am in possession of inside information to the effect that the old man has recently shifted the theatre of operations of his sad, repulsive, exclusively verbal substitute for a sex-life over onto the Facebook accounts of the extended community of East London hipsters into which Kimi initiated Reynolds's long-standing instrument of self-mutilation, RavRav, early this year.
Under such circumstances, aspersions cast on Kimi, or even on any feature of the board she moderates, would - unconscionable mess and shit-hole as that board has indubitably now become - constitute, in Reynolds's eyes, an erotic μετάβασις εἰς ἄλλο γένος, and would have the effect of entirely spoiling his sad and repulsive fun.
When he DOES turn up, though, I would advise you very strongly AGAINST reiterating your remark suggesting that the only feature of his posts that renders them immediately identifiable as his is the egregious over-use of cap-locks. I'd suggest instead that you make some allusion to his having been given away by the seductive mellifluence of his sentence structure or the unerring appositeness of his quotations from Aristotle and Shakespeare.
Otherwise there is a possibility and even a probability of the choleric old gentleman lapsing into one of his all-too-familiar furies, and then, oh then he will do such things! What they are yet I know not, but they shall be the terrors of the earth!