I am not a poster. I am a crispy critter.

[The Zontron 7000]

I am an internet java script sent to infiltrate your site and transform you from political neanderthals into a modern 21st Century progressive mode.

This is your first warning.

Do not try and resist.

It is useless.

Accept your fate.

You will be assimilated.

[Darksheare]

Sis is very pale, creamy pale skin.
Easily burns.

I'm slightly more.. sallow.
I used to tan very well.
I looked either like a Northern Turk or one of the Mediterranean latin types.

THEN I got mono in 1997, and ever sincee then have burned ot a crisp in the sun instead of tanning.

[A CA Guy]

I saw the post about souls, figured they could only be forgotten if one registers as a Democrat. :-)

[Darksheare]

Oopsies, no.

It is joked that I have no soul.
Esme has stated, and proven, that I do have one.
But I tend to forget that I do.

(Besides, saying "Soul-less abomination at your service" in a zot thread sounds much better and less cuddly.)

[EsmeraldaA]

I do not tan well.
I turn pink then red. And then my skin peels like a snake.
LOL!

[A CA Guy]

Especially if they burn in the sun.

[EsmeraldaA]

Okie Dokie.

[EsmeraldaA]

I am LEAVING!

This time for real, yes I am....

[MNJohnnie]

GOOOD MOOORNING!

[NicknamedBob]

"Now Darks, everybody knows the sun is a HE."

Perhaps not everyone...

A Star In The Family

The Sun cannot see us where we are,
She’s blinded by the footlights,
She slowly shows why she’s a star,
Knowing nothing of closing nights.

Turning her graceful somersaults,
In tempered, measured grace,
Somewhere deep in memory’s vaults,
She sees each childlike face.

As we tug gently on apron-strings,
Reminding of our presence,
Ignoring our distractings,
She glows with inner pleasance.

The act goes on, as always,
Small matter of her loss.
She always has her sunny days,
And fiery arcs to toss.

The Sun is a good mother,
She keeps her hatchlings warm,
Volatile may be another,
But she has kept her form.

A stellar performance so blinding,
Her fire is not a pretend,
Her sacrificed life is unwinding,
With lonely old age at its end.


NicknamedBob . . . September 29, 2004

Good Morning back atcha, Johnnie, I'm heading off for work. Later!

[Alice au Wonderland]

I think it's brilliant and it looks good on you!

[Alice au Wonderland]

I knew that I liked you for a reason other than your classical music cd collection! ;)

[Alice au Wonderland]

I wish I had had a science teacher like that! Unfortunately, I went to an uptight, suburban, public school. I had to get my thrills from listening to Prout's adventures. *sigh*

[Alice au Wonderland]

I am in the presence of geniuses!

[Alice au Wonderland]

Since when are the two mutually exclusive?

[Alice au Wonderland]

Good Morning!

The sun is shining and the birds are hacking and wheezing. It is officially "bloody cold" this morning.

I like your tag line, btw. It reminds me of something my grandfather used to say: "The only good committee is a committee of three, where one member is deathly ill, and another member is out of town!", or words to that effect. I don't know if he was quoting someone else, or if it was a grandpa original, but it sure is accurate!

[Alice au Wonderland]

Hellooooo? I've brought coffee and doughnuts.

[Dead Corpse]

you do realise that it is folks like us who give Statists the screaming $#!+s, right?

Stop saying that like it's a bad thing...

Mernin' Everybloody!

[Dead Corpse]

"Stop calling me 'the Prince of Darkness'. That's how rumors get started." -Adrian Monk

[Dawsonville_Doc]

Mmmmmmmm.....doughnuts.....

[Alice au Wonderland]

...and...COFFEE!