"jlrogers" wrote in message
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What could possibly motivate someone to carry on and on and on with
repetitious, braggadocios taunts and meaningless drivel day after day,
week after week, year after year? How could any sailor's life be so empty
and bereft of meaning?
How could anyone's mind be so fixated, driven, and unchanging?

Mooron really isn't all that bad, is he?

Or were you referring to Scotty?

Max

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Few of the people on this NG actually sail unless you consider sailing
a keyboard.

See how many of us are around next summer. Those that still post dozens of
times per day are the keyboard sailors. Those of us who post a couple
during the week are the sailors.

What do you sail. (other than a keyboard)

Max

Maxprop wrote:
wrote in message
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Few of the people on this NG actually sail unless you consider sailing
a keyboard.


See how many of us are around next summer. Those that still post dozens of
times per day are the keyboard sailors. Those of us who post a couple
during the week are the sailors.

What do you sail. (other than a keyboard)

Max


Not necessarily so...some people are in closer proximity to their
boats, or actually posting from their boats....

"katy" wrote in message
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Maxprop wrote:
wrote in message
oups.com...

Few of the people on this NG actually sail unless you consider sailing
a keyboard.


See how many of us are around next summer. Those that still post dozens
of times per day are the keyboard sailors. Those of us who post a couple
during the week are the sailors.

What do you sail. (other than a keyboard)

Max
Not necessarily so...some people are in closer proximity to their boats,
or actually posting from their boats....

Yes they, um, rather *you* are.

Some people actually reside in climates more conducive to boating rather
than skiing or ice dancing, too.

Max

"jlrogers" wrote in message
t...
What could possibly motivate someone to carry on and on
and on with
repetitious, braggadocios taunts and meaningless drivel
day after day, week
after week, year after year? How could any sailor's life
be so empty and
bereft of meaning?
How could anyone's mind be so fixated, driven, and
unchanging?


Blame it on the long Michigan winters?

Scotty