The time has come to let all the acf users know about what occurs when somebody with a very large axe to grind falls from the top floor of acf towers.
They fall a very long way. So long, that they have a lot of time to think on the way down. Who knows what thoughts race through their head. Surely blackest revenge must figure prominently.
Yes, fiona, let us consider the Personal Message system.
Most types of forum software come with the ability of administrators (never mind
megalomaniacal hackers) to read PMs. Interestingly enough, Simple Machines isn't one of them. Feel free to click on the link at the bottom of the page, visit their site, and have a look. Given your astonishing skillset, operating a search button should be child's play.
The suggestion that acf is not a cycling forum is unique. I will not bother refuting it, as people need only start reading to confirm for themselves that cycling is rather high on the agenda.
acf is not a personal toy, though disgruntled former users often seemed to think it was one of theirs.
Curious that anybody would poke me with a stick because I legally
changed my name a few years ago. You can do it, too, quite easily by deed poll or statutory declaration, though I believe 'Screaming Lord Sutch' has already been taken. Contact me if you require assistance; I know a few good lawyers.
As it happens I am one of the very few administrators, not to mention users, whose name and biographical info is on full public display. For stalking purposes, note than I've since had a haircut.
Frankly I don't know if you have 47 other accounts. I wouldn't be surprised, given your apparent psychological problems, that you require such an extensive back room of voices in your head to offer moral support. As for admin rights, that's a pretty scary thought. If you truly have them I expect you'll be deleting my account quite soon. Given the speed at which you are racing up the learning curve - spamming being one of the higher arts - you should be the dark overlord of the world wide web by sundown tonight.
Finally, let us examine Theodore's
Wooden Nickel. To quote the
poet D.H. Rumsfeld,
The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.I could publicly speculate as to your former identity here, fiona, but I don't dabble in the black arts of libel. If you weren't a troll before, you are now. Thus your plush new accommodation in the Hotel. There are other institutions which might better cater to your needs. Of course I could be wrong. You might be somebody new, waving your axe wildly from across another rooftop. These are known unknowns.
You haven't hit bottom yet. Take care.