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i have another group of friends that has a message board. i don't really post there any more, but a strange thing happened over time. We kept our screennames, but always referred to each other on the board by our real names. It was a nice, very intimate feeling.
On the other hand, I've always found it completely charming here on the Lot that, even though most of us know each other i.r.l., we stick to the quaint internet tradition of monikers, for the most part.
Oh, we slip every once in a while (and Alex notoriously calls me "Steve" on a routine basis) ... but it's so cute how I'll always call Lisa "Not Afraid" or Greg "Ghoulish Delight." I love it.
On top of that, and though the man behind the curtain still lives, killing off Gemini Cricket has got to be something like killing Misery Chastain. I feel as if a beloved character has been offed, and it hurts.
Thirdly, after the cancellation of the mousepod's podcast, and the going-underground panic of Lickey Lumbo ... the death of Gemini Cricket makes me feel like working for the mouse is a horrible curse of life-sucking badness.
I hope this "Brad" person reconsiders. Come back from Stepford, Gemini Cricket.
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