AIBU to be annoyed when I make a really good point on a thread

[SerenityNowAKABleh]

and then it's ignored, and either I have to repeat it, or then someone else comes and makes exactly the same point and everyone goes "oh yes, that's quite clever" "what a good and inciteful point" and so on. Maybe I should just type in caps?
So, AIBU?

I see that not such dear Minty is no longer titling herself Ghost...what hideous form has she assumed? Who can we trust? I fear all is in terrible disarray...

[fanjo]

Why isn't there a hat on it ?

I am no longer a ghost - I am risen again in the bodies of my poor victims. he he - have been reveling a bit myself so am more insane than ever.

[finggrin]

no that doesn't work either.

(I very much like finggrin - is it something that ladies who like other ladies go in for?)

Minty! Darling! I believe you wish to come back to the light. MMay I embrace you in the spirit of reconciliation, forgiveness and woo?

What hope is there dear Hully, I have no body of my own

We will find you a body, darling Minty! But tomorrow, for now I must collapse upon my couch before I go too far and upset too many others who pontificate upon these boards.

Mwah mwah

Mwah Mwah Hully darling I am off for more reveling so must away myself [I think I see a light]

I have had a troubling vision in my slumbers, and yet I think I might see a way forward.

Yes, I think that if we sacrifice the evil sorceress, we can rid the hall of amlevolence and we can then give her admittedly beautiful body (the malformed foot aside) to darling Miss Minty!! Tis a perfect solution. I hope the others will agree.

I am much saddened today by the absconding of Mr Rochester, I had devoted so much time, love and dancing to him and he repays me by seeking out those denizens with large befrilled frontage that do inhabit the hostelry. Ah me.

Gulp.

CAn I have Mr Rochesters body instead ? If I can find it.

Well there is the teensy difficulty of his being neither evil nor dead, even though he has gone awry. Do you not feel this might provoke a scuple or two dear Minty?

I am sure I can sort out the deadness issue, it is cold outside, he might find himself waylaid on the moor.

But Minty dear, he said he would never come home again. He said he was going to make his home with that raven haired temptress that runs the hostelry. I fear he will not venture upon the moor.

Wouldn't you rather be a beautiful Princessa (with a horrid foot)?

don't want a horrid foot - I shall sulk - or scream and by the way I want a biscuit - NOW

You think I wanted a horrid foot either, Minty?

Madame Hully, you will not see Mr R again!

"raven-haired temptress" :

You called ? (not really)

Aha! the thick plottens - so that's where you were Jamie! Running that den of filth, designed to slake men's darkest lusts, lurer of poor innocent blind Mr Rochester!

I should have recognised you, but how different you look with your face unpainted and your hair in that severe bun. And now I wonder about the welts. Were they indeed from scourging? Or are they the twisted tracks of sharp, tormented nails..?

Who can be trusted. Oh woe woe is upon this hall. And where the devil is Father Brown?

Hush you foul sorceress. The foot is but the only part the witch's spell missed. Were we to remove the spell (as we will if Father Brown ever returns) all of you would revert to its malformed and horrid original.

Dear Miss Minty, I do feel you are being a tad ungrateful to cavil at the offer of the Princessa's body because of a teeny little foot issue.

It's the spectacles that will have fooled you.

Well, well, well.

I was alerted to this thread earlier and,as is my duty, came over here to inspect it.

Just as I suspected and feared- it is full of degenerate aristocratic types practicing all kinds of dark, foul deeds.

you have not heard the last of me

BANG

Well! I know not of what she speaks. What a rude and abrupt young woman. And did you see her ostentatious buckles?

Miss Minty! Would you like her? She can't have got far.

Ooooo. Get 'er

Adieu to one and all ! I must away to tend to the querulous offspring.

[repressed]

Ah. Forsooth.
Verily they fucketh off.