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.

[calrighty]

Good morning, Face! Glad you are feeling chipper!

[King Prout]

didn't realize you were ill.
feel better.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Howya Monkey!!

[Alice au Wonderland]

All things considered, the day is going well. I've nearly crossed off everything that is currently on my list and I've beaten back everything that has attempted to get onto the list. *sigh*

I'm the annoucer at the meet, this time around, and I'm hoping that I'll have a voice left for tomorrow's choir rehearsal/service.

I have a title, now, that Prout has posted on "da list". It's pretty spiffy...the title that is.

BTW, NnB, did I understand correctly, from your title, that you're the husband of Tax-Chick? If so, I was oblivious to that fact.

Face, I hope that you feel better in time to relish (pun intended) the upcoming festal day of Thanksgiving.

[Alice au Wonderland]

Howdy to all of the rest of you, too!

[sionnsar]

Glad you're better today.

I woke up early with a very upset stomach. So I'm going to be dragging all day.

Trying to decide if I want to wipe & rebuild my Linux PDA today. It's been getting a little squirrely.

[Monkey Face]

Thanks! Not exactly "chipper" but better. At least I feel like posting instead of just lurking.

[sionnsar]

Morning / Afternoon, IT!

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, KP!
Ooops!

I have an URL on my home page that will explain my "unusual" appearances and disappearances. Or, you can go here: http://www.cfids.org and look under symptoms. More people are stricken with CFIDS every year than with breast cancer, but because there is no known cause, there isn't much interest in finding a "cure."

[Monkey Face]

Top o' the mornin' to ye! (And the rest of the day to meself!)

[sionnsar]

Called to talk with my aunt at the hospital yesterday, but she wasn't there. They'd sent her home.

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, Alice, but unless something changes between now and then, Thanksgiving will be spent with Hobbes, right here. I don't usually go anywhere for holidays. I DO have a can of pitted black olives and the makings for a pumpkin pie, so I'm good to go!

[Monkey Face]

Oooohhh!
I get up like that a lot, so I feel bad for you. If you can stand it, have some hot cocoa with some cinnamon in it. It will settle your stomach.

THEN you can work on your PDA!

[Monkey Face]

That's good news! What a relief, huh?

[Monkey Face]

Jeez...I'm posting to myself again...serves me right for being AWOL...no one knows who I am any more.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

We actually don't say 'Top o' the mornin' to ye!' - Hollywood invention.

[sionnsar]

You know, that's a really good idea! Thanks!! (And I'll start the coffee for the goodwife, who's still asleep.)

And yes, that was a relief about my aunt!

[Alice au Wonderland]

You're not going to put the olives...*shudder*...in the pumpkin pie, are you?

[Monkey Face]

Actually, it's what my mother always said.

[Irish_Thatcherite]

Howya sion!!