So, when this question got moderated, on January 27th, 2009, I went off the deep end.
Are mods mod?
I wrote (but never posted, since I thought it had disappeared, and never was able to recover it at the time) a revised version which went like this:
Are mods mod?
Inquiring minds want to know.
—Written after Mods complained
Ok, this was a deliberatly vague question designed to allow you to take it any way you want, but the mods flagged it, and said it was too vague. It appears to me, that mods are not mod at all. In fact they are downright diluvian. Uh oh. Not a good idea to insult a mod. Well, maybe a mod isn’t a mod. Did you ever think of that? Maybe I’m talking about something different entirely. Oh wait. This is getting vaguer and vaguer. Is vaguer even a word?
So duh. I mean, mod. Like the 60’s and all that. Pink miniskirts. Lollipop glasses. LSD. Sex. Nope. Mods not mod. But I gotta be careful. I can’t answer my own damn question. Please ignore the man behind the curtain. He really isn’t there.
Anyway, what the hell does mod mean? Modern? Moderate? Model? Modify? Modnification? (That’s probably what Pippi would say). So anyway. The Love Bug? Disney Mod? Michael what’s his name Myers, who makes fun of the 60’s? Oh gosh. Isn’t that enough to go on? Are you satisfied, Mr. Mod? Or Ms. Mod. Are things as clear as mud, yet?
Sigh. It is so hard being an artist these days. Having to explain yourself. Just trust me. I know what I’m doing.
Or maybe not.
I didn’t just claim to be an artist did I? Must be a figment of my imagination.
Call it the art of creative obfuscation, and post it, already.
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Well, you can see I was in high dudgeon. Very sarcastic. Actually, I was quite upset. I felt unappreciated and picked upon. So I deleted my account. I was certain that almost no one would notice.
But I couldn’t stay away. No will power, I guess. Or maybe the point wasn’t worth it. Or maybe I was being irrational due to brain chemistry, and when things inside my head cooled down, I realized it wasn’t worth the loss of fluther to make a point about how angry I was. Not that anyone would have understood the point if they even noticed I was no longer around.
So I came back, and bendrew was kind enough to reinstate my old account.
I’m still curious as to how people would have interpreted this question on their own, without further detail, but, alas, that is one of the mysteries that will remain unsolved before I die.