Why I Post on The Bioasis Forum Hey, Frt, I'm here for many reasons. I have experienced the friendship, care and support of most shareholders for many years and, no matter my situation, I owe them all the best I can offer. And I get to rip you and your kind just for the fun of it. Wherever am I going to find that again?
I also have a lot of knowledge and an immense library about Bioasis, the drugs, the diseases, the drug/disease combinations, competitors, enemies, trolls, most things, and to walk away doesn't seem to be quite the right thing to do. And then there are people who have accused me of all sorts of things so I really want to be around when they eat crow and the rest of us celebrate.
Practice, Frt, is important. I do it for the practice. Writing practice. You should try it. Even nonsense can be eloquent. Lots of authors have made a living at it.
And maintaining a portfolio of work is important to me, Frt, if I choose to write for others. But I have another project coming right away. So a lot of writing will be done there. My own writing, for myself, for sale or rent.
Honour, Frt, honour. Supporting those who supported me. It would take too long to explain it to you and, in any event, it's unlikely to "take."
Posting here reminds me of my childhood, Frt. About grade 8. At recess. You were the mouth, the big one. It usually took only a minor haymaker to shut up that kind of feller.
I keep my claws sharp, here, Frt, always handy.
I learn new cusses that my wife needs for her golf game.
And whining, too, Frt, lots of imagination expressed here in whining. Again, for my wife to use when it rains and she can't golf.
On the downside, it keeps me from drinking because it's too dangerous to post when under the affluence.
When it comes right down to it, Frt, posting here has become more than habitual, it's become the most fun and fulfilling activity an old fart can do, well, other than some other activities that most old farts enjoy, like falling asleep during the ballgame, driving three hours without stopping, sneaking a bag of Cheezies or a cigar, or a tube of Pringles, and a bottle of rum, with Rush on the box...
Gotta go. Stuff to do.
jd