¡Hola! This is Don T, long time Quotables lurker, first time Winners poster. Enough formalities:

This “lurking” thing… I don’t like it. In this suffocating hellscape we call Real Life, a “lurker” is somewhere in the Voyeur to Psycho spectrum. The stalker vibe clings to a lurker like incompetent quarterbacking to the Bears. On the Internet, howevah, there’s a term that is the perfect equivalent to “lurking”: it’s “reading”.

The stuff on the Webz is public. It is for the very purpose of being looked at, mocked, ogled, judged, hated, admired, laughed at (unintentionally or otherwise) and, within social media, for feedin’ da haterz with My Awesome Lyfe. Lurking on the Internet consist of clicking and looking—nothing wrong there, at all.

And yet, feedback and starting a dialogue is what makes telecommunications magnificent. If only you could pick up a copy of “War and Peace” and jot down “Dynamite punctuation, translator”, or a DVD of “Lost in Translation” and scribble “So. Effin’. Tedious!1!1” Ok, that was tad harsh. Perhaps a rewatch is warranted. Maybe when I’m on a ventilator Covid coma.

Quotables, though, is all about us wackos, smartypants, “matriculate” enthusiasts (i.e., NFL fans and college administration employees), and folks for whom Vikings Love Boat, Rob Bironas references, and JFK’s oozing brains are evergreen forever and ever and ever because HUMOR DAMMIT. Leave good taste for business dealings. Otherwise, funny is funny.

In short, I talked myself into “lurking” around here being a bad thing. On DFO, the comments are where the action is—especially for Quotables. Be witty, dust-off that Kaiser Wilhelm / Adam Gase reference, get yer snark on, go full intentionally lame, try to top low-hangers with rotting fruit, or be outrageous. No one goes to Hell for jokes, only for actual heinous shite.

Thanks to Blax for letting me vent and for giving us a weekly forum for immature taeks on NFL calamities. Week 11 winners:

/still laughing at “wet rub”

Happy Holidays, freeks!