Recent Mars Images (Marvin the Martian throws down the kaboom in a guest zot)

[Tax-chick]

[NicknamedBob]

"But alas it late enough for me to have voluntarily given up full rational thinking. This makes it a perfect time to post on this thread."

If you're trying to insult us, you'll have to try harder.

Just as sleep, with its nocturnal fantasies, restores one's daytime equilibrium, the Undead Thread, with its somewhat plausible establishment guidelines, restores one's basic understanding of the futility of man and his folly. This has a calming effect, generally.

Your visits here are therapeutic. We can accept plastic when you pay your bill.

[ArGee]

An eyepatch would probably be easier to wear.

[Tax-chick]

We can accept plastic when you pay your bill.

I could use more plastic spiders.

[ArGee]

We try to be relaxed, here!

I knew I was doing something wrong.

[Tax-chick]

If you have to be tense, we’ll understand. You live in New York, after all.

[ArGee]

one's basic understanding of the futility of man and his folly.

Are you saying we seriously contemplate our folly? Earlier I was told we try to relax. The contradictions would make my head explode if it could hold a coherent thought for more than ...

What was the question?

[ArGee]

I’ve never been good at trying to do anything, let alone trying to relax.

I’m only tense when I talk about past or future events. Mostly I stay present.

[Tax-chick]

That’s really much easier than trying to deal with sequences.

[ArGee]

Sequences, sequences.

Are those the things Dolly Parton uses to decorate her clothing?

[Monkey Face]

Done.

[Monkey Face]

Here but not feeling well. It’s 54 degrees. I don’t know if the wind is blowing or not. Don’t want to find out.

I was up until after 2200 talking with the niece who lives here in town, and she is supposed to come over today. Ungh. I don’t want company.

[Scoutmaster]

Ahem.

Some of us are here primarily for the guacamole, kittehs, vivisepulture, poetry, vivisepulture poetry, Tiffany Poon, the 'Face Report, and occasional appearances by Isabeau, the UT Alarm Girl.

And, it goes without saying, Darksheare's coffee.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Isabeau is screaming for me to bring some of Dark's coffee so she can dunk her kitteh. She doesn't eat wet kittehs, but she's discovered that guacamole doesn't dunk well.

[Darksheare]

“Arr! I got me hand crushed by a paperwad, and that was how I got me spoonhand!”

[Darksheare]

Kittehs plus The Coughee?
Uh oh.

[Monkey Face]

I am SOOO thinking of kittehs...

[stephenjohnbanker]

” Wearing a monocle inside a space helmet rather softens the potential sinisterism.”

Yep. We need a new hook.

WW1 pilot goggles?

[Tax-chick]

Tassels.

[Tax-chick]

Don’t think of kittehs. They are very demanding. Jake is demanding that I go to bed with him. Frank is demanding a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Shannon is demanding that we all get out of her life.

At least we have Sunbeam.

[stephenjohnbanker]

Dark’s Coffee & Hair Removal