Joypa

I'm sorry. I have no idea what that means.

Why you.......

Angst is as anguish does.

I love being bitten by mosquitos and having my travel bugs stolen. I also enjoy having my caches trashed.

I think you mean sometimes things just don't happen like that.

Indeed I did. Come a little closer, little one. I need to check out that...that's it, just a little closer. You little....

Let me add my congratulations to you. Well done, I say.

Not in the least bit original.

Here's an update on the travel bug situation. As of today not a dadgum thing has happened!

AArgh! I'm sick of this word. I advocate creativity in the use of insulting language. You are encouraged to come up with your own new and fresh way of putting down other people's efforts. I know that if we try we can rid the world of the ugly scourge of the word (dare I utter it) "lame". Come on. Join me in this worthy cause.

You're so lame You probably think this rhyme's about you You're so lame I bet you think this rhyme's about you Don't you Don't you (with apology to Carly Simon) Seriously, lame is as lame does (with apology to Carla) Enough with the word "lame" Let's retire it. How about inadequate, as in "His cache is inadequate." Or Crappy, as in "You have a crappy cache." Or "This cache eats the royal big one." Or "I found a cache that sucks eggs." Come on, coin your own. Just let's get rid of "lame".

What did I miss?

No. No. No. Not a thread about lame caches. Stop that. This thread is about lame cachers.

Anguish is as anguish does. (Doesn't have the same ring to it.)

Back to OP's question: No, I do not like CD's in caches and never pick them for trade. I suppose if I ever saw one I really liked I would pick it up but who is going to leave a copy of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon in a cache? (HINT)

The Lame Cacher Rips the limbs from off a tree Drops his pants to take a pee Grabs the cache out of it's place Takes the TB from its base Trades a golf ball for some cash Slams the lid, gives it a bash Drops the box somewhere near Leaving it out in the clear Can't be bothered with the trash Leaves it somewhere near the cache Forgets to log his joyful find Puts the TB out of mind .............

Team Shydog: Thanks for the words of encouragement. When I saw someone visited the cache and the bug was not there, I figured I lost another one. We'll see. Team GPSaxophone: My daughter drives an eighteen wheeler and has no interest in Barbie. She does, however, purchase a great deal of fuel. One way I could continue my hobby is to steal other TB's. I hope you know I'm kidding. I would never do that.

Great stuff.

With a bit of sarcasm directed at those who complain about lame micros or lame ammo boxes or lame placement locations, why not now discuss lame cachers. These would be those who don't trade equally or up, those who take TB's and do not place them again, those who do not bother to carefully rehide the cache, those who don't hide any at all, etc... These cachers are lame! I am ready to name names (but not really). Lame cachers detract from enjoyment of the hobby. Let's get 'em!

No need to post details here. You can easily check out the status of each of my six TB's if you want. Suffice it to say I have been spectacularly unsuccessful with my TB's. I have two more tags so I'll put out two more, but if these don't work out, I am done with TB's. Let the criticism begin.

Team Shydog: Nooooooooooooooooo. I logged on too late to get that one. I do, however want to thank you for depositing one in my general vicinity. Next week I'm going to Banff, which is in Alberta, Canada. Maybe I'll get lucky there.

God help me, I love 'em all!!!

I love micros! Just promoting my fabulous poem by that name.

I Love Micros I love micros That's the cache for me When I hunt micros It's something I can't see Take me to a lamp post Beside a busy street I stand there acting normal To anyone I meet I'm holding my GPSr And gazing at the screens My waypoint keeps on moving I wonder what it means Some people are now staring At me as if I'm nuts I want to keep on looking But I haven't got the guts I smile at the people As if to reassure But I don't think they're buying My natural allure I guess I'd better move on Before they call the cops It's either that or disconnect This post's bottom from it's tops OK, they're gone, I got it And now I start to write If I hurry I can put it back There's no one else in sight Oh, good, I got a smilie After all that is the aim I can not wait to post it And get back to the game I see a Walmart parking lot In which a cache is placed I think I'll go there next I hope I don't get maced!

Nurse Dave: No, I'd rather just complain bitterly. I am going to check daily and, when one appears, I will leap from my chair at work and sprint to my car, armed with GPS. I will race madly to the cache and grab the bug. Hah!