Prout says "hi!".
I missed being online. I was prepared to go through a two week withdrawal until I remembered that I could log on using KODT's computer. I'd forgotten the cookie thing is user name specific not computer id # specific. I'm still a such a n00b!
(Hi, KP!!!)
I'm glad you made it safely! I'll be expecting updates on the reunion before you get too involved in the Thanksgiving Thingy.
At any rate, prop your feet up and un-lax (as my brothers would say) and enjoy your visit. (And let YOUR brother handle the chillrun!)
heigh-ho, ever'buddy!
Is King prout, possessing Alice's account for the moment
neat trick, huh?
well... had a good day today, despite getting only one thing of several planned done.
I pulled a major White K'nigget move this afternoon, and am very pleased with myself.
Now, for beer and Doc's incomparable food with my assembled siblings and assorted offspring!
I'm here! I'm here! I can't believe it, but I'm here!
How are all my virtual firends?
Sorry, I mised you, Tulip -- checked in a coupla hours too late. Ping me later when you return.
Alice...tsk tsk. You oughta know by now that humans of certain psychological profiles completely forget everything they thought they knew about driving when water falls from the sky. Talk about "brainwashing"; I've seen folks reduced to the mental aptitude of gurgling infants upon the advent of a light mist. I lived near Boise for awhile and folks regularly drive 65+ down the Interstate on packed snow. I've driven on a continuous sheet of black ice from Pendleton, Oregon, to The Dalles, which meant that I had to keep it under 45mph or my rear bumper would try to pass me. Once I hit The Dalles, I entered the Columbia River Gorge and the highway was nothing but slush 4-6 inches deep, but you could drive highway speeds because your tires became like rudders against the slush; you simply had to leave lots of distance ahead and lookout for the terminally terrified. Experiences like that comprise a life of compensating for everyone else's woeful inadequacies. Now, back in California, owing the to aforementioned phenomenon, CHP makes you chain up if there's as little as 1/4inch of fresh fall on the road. Somehow, people STILL manage to kill themselves driving in it. To me, that's the vehicular equivalent of killing yourself by accidentally falling off of a curb and breaking your neck; a wholly ignominious way to go.
It's no wonder people drive 80 in heavy traffic; they're not crazy, they're bored out of their friggin' minds!
"Help! My government won't let me do anything more dangerous than run with a Nerf ball, and then only on the grass! I'm in experiential Hell! Aaaaahiiiieeeeee!"