What the heck? I got this a few days ago in my mailbox.
Feedback was sent from Plastic Future, your cel gallery at Rubberslug:
Name: Not Specified
Email: Anonymous
Site:
Comment:
Got Rubberslug?
No one knows the financial pits we've dug, Pursuing our elusive celluloid drug.
Adrenalin rushes and shaking knees --
YJ auctions with no auto-extend, please!
(Gotta have our Rubberslug!)
Sniping's evil on the receiving end,
Not quite so bad if the last minute bid tends To help you win desired auctions most rare Though, community fallout can be a bear!
(Gotta have our Rubberslug!)
Who needs sleep when a major auction ends, About the time our favorite dealer tends, To finally post our 'Holy Grail' cel, This hobby is a crazed Merry-Go-Round hell!
(Gotta have our Rubberslug!)
E, Flippy, Rhey, Spinizuey and Startyde, Are the mods who keep our rag-tag crew in line.
Jason's our programming master and more -- The founder of it all in Rubberslug lore.
(Gotta have our Rubberslug!)
One last stanza must be penned 'fore I go It would not be right, you see, oh, dear! Oh, no!
Our weird mascot is the lobster machine, There! All done! Now for my getaway most clean!
(Gotta have our Rubberslug!)
I know full-well my getaway's not at all clean, what with Jason on the case. I'm sure he knows [i]exactly[/i] who I am (and I wouldn't be surprised if half the mods do, too). I would have posted this anonymously to the forum if there were a way to do so, even though I understand why such a thing cannot be done. So, please to consider the poem an odd, little gift to Rubberslug, to be done with whatever you will.
-_^
Peace!
