The Other Atheists

No eggshells, no fake smiles, no forced niceness, no nonsense

Don't remember deleting it, and can't find a discussion on the Spruz forums about it.  I'm pretty sure I had more than one email in my inbox, and know there was more than that in the sent box.

Is anyone else missing mail?

My inbox and sent items are both totally empty, and I did not delete what was there. Also, the comments page on the group I started has had older comments wiped out so that only one page remains. (The topics threads are still there though.) I've been just assuming there is an expiration date for some of the pages here. Myself, I don't have a problem with a little ephemerality concerning my posts. Similarly, If I forget to flush after using the crapper, I am always grateful if the next person does the responsible thing and flushes for me so the plumbing doesn't clog and burst all omni-isotopically or something. But that's probably just me, I can see how other people might want to go back and read old stuff and it might be frustrating not to find it anywhere.

Has anyone accounted yet for you, Ana, re your question of the missing mail?

Related issue--seems like spammers are being let to take over the site. I'd try making numerous posts myself to flush them gone, but I doubt my output ever could be adequately voluminous, my ass is on the small side really.

Seems my mailbox got nuked too. A small price to pay for being introduced to omni-isotopicality.

Categorical imperative, brrr - the very sound of it give me the creeps.

I am often not terribly sure what some of my words mean, but it's fun making them up. If they confuse people I suppose that's unfortunate, but frankly, I don't find it too infrequent that I confuse people even when using words in totally common usage, I've got a real knack befuddling folks, and usually that outrages them as well, and I don't usually enjoy that either, but I still can't stop myself sometimes, there is an itch that just propels me to it. I don't even know if the itch is their's or mine.

Good to see you again, Jaume. I've missed you, if you're real. Well, truthfully I've missed you even if you're fictional. It's a deep-seated aberration, I know, but I get fond of entities sometimes. 

An aberration, it can't be. I'm 50% real, 50% fictional, 50% consubstantial to the very essence of ineffableness, and I'm not too sure about the rest: whatever is left, is left to others to define. (Here I could add, "and that's right", but I've already met my weekly quota of horrible doubleplus entendres.) The point is, I'm a very fondable entity, whoever the moron you last voted for is.

Categorical imperative, brrr - the very sound of it give me the creeps.

Nah, I never found out the answer to this mystery.  My apologies to anyone whose email I didn't answer.  

Ana, if I am one of the people your apology is directed to, I do not accept it. Perhaps that is rude of me, but you appear to be a busy and forgetful person such as me (I beg your pardon, though, for saying so), so no explanation necessary, in my opinion.

"whatever is left, is left for others to define" -- This is powerful advice, Jaume, but I didn't notice that on first reading. It reminds me of a comment I saw in a thread a week or so ago:

'It's none of your business what people think of you!'

Very honeybadger of a concept, but for some reason the phrasing was almost an epiphany for me. Now if I can just remember to incorporate where applicable I am greatly  aided.