In answer to a comment...

and an opportunity to share (since my comment on 'Neticate' was solicited by another site) my feelings.

Forwarded to the "Nth" degree is everything and anything that still has 18 other forwards attached to it - I'm not interested in the fact that it you received it because you are on some one's friendship list and they received it because they are on someone's friendship list et cetera. A poet named Ogden Nash wrote a poem about this way back in the 1950's. It goes something like this.

Little fleas have smaller fleas
upon their back, to bite 'em.

Smaller fleas have lesser fleas,
so on... ad infinitum.

The story - or joke - or article - or picture - or whatever...

becomes less enjoyable when I have to scroll through 28 gigabytes of code translated into letters and the names of people I never met and will never meet in person by a WYSIWYG word processing/HTMl-XHTML SOURCE CODER...

Some have even been so long that I never did got to the bottom before I hit delete.

Thank you in advance for forwarding whatever...

But, my time is as valuable to me as other people's time is to them.

My gripe is about RESPECT...

It's something I heard about from a Ninja/Kungfu guy that I worked with a long tome ago.

Thank you ever so much for having my name flash into your consciousness while you were playing with the computer. What you sent is indeed funny. I may not have had a rof or lol experience, but it was pleasurable.

The problem is with folk that use the "FORWARD" button without showing respect. What's that?

It's taking the time to remove the 18 gigabytes of addresses and names of people who have received this message since 1990 and placing it into a form in which the list of people is only 1 (and that is usually to a decoy URL) with the remainder of the list is sent as BCC (blind carbon copy)...

This respects my time constraints (I work 9 - 10 hours daily at an 8 to 5 job) and gives me a modicum of privacy from spammers (I have a calous on the finger that controls the delete button).

So - yes the communications revolution is wonderful. Yes, I correspond with people all over the globe (and in several languages).

So show some respect. Or, to quote the punch line of a joke from Junior High School...

"If the Foo Shits, Wear It".

And now you have my unbridled response concerning "Neticate"

Kermit

PS - If you prayed for rain, don't stand beside the tractor that's now stuck in the field and cuss at the mud.

PPS - I will now be an hour late for being at work an hour early. But I can make up for it by staying 2 hours after work before coming bag to the BOG...

Kermit does not like...

... forwards of forwards of things that have been forwarded unto the Nth generation. BUT this is HUGELY funny!

Sisters Mary Elisabeth, Mary Theresa, Mary Katherine, Mary Monica, and Novice Mary Kathleen left the Convent on a trip to St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City and were sight-seeing on a Tuesday in July.

It was hot and humid in town and their traditional garb was making them so uncomfortable. They decided to stop in at Paddy McGuire's Pub for a cold soft drink.

Paddy McGuire had recently added new legs to his barstools which were the talk of the fashionable eastside neighborhood.

All 5 Nuns sat up at the bar and were enjoying their Cokes when Monsignor Riley and Father McGinty entered the bar through the front door for a cold drink They were shocked at what they saw. Father McGinty nearly fainted. The Monsignor was reviewing the Rites of Exorcism in his mind - until he could focus on the big picture - and then he started to laugh...

Now scroll down to the picture...

This story and this picture (in particular) are exceptionally funny. I received it as (about) the 500th person to whom it was forwarded. I wish that knew who did this picture. I think it is perfectly and ourageousl funny. A tip of the frogs hat to the feller or gal that did this picture.