Posted on 03/15/2013 10:16:41 AM PDT by Cajun Jihad
Edited on 03/15/2013 10:18:18 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
Well, all I can say is this: Sionnsar had a first time at it, too, so don’t be dismayed at the mantle that has been given you. Wear it with honor, because each time you move us, you are honoring sion.
(Suck it up, GI!)
That’s funny, Dude! You are something else!
As we used to say in Happy Valley, “You cute little (expletive!) Don’t you EVER die!”
Yah. Like that. ;o]
I see YOU’RE here... Where’s Pardeck? He used to help keep the riff-raff out of this place. :-)
Nah. Don’t feel like dying. I must admit I felt like I was going to when I lost the hips, but I got over that when I got outfitted with a new set. Someday I hope the scars fade, though...
“And that was how I became a hideous cyborg, and abomination of SCIENCE!!” -the grandfatherly man winked at his grandchildren, their stunned expressions were priceless.
“Dear, stop traumatising the poor dears.” his wife wandered in past the stock still forms of her grandchildren.
“Snap out of it you two.” she ordered.
“Graaaaaaaaandpa, did you ever try to take over the world?” the youngest said finally.
“Well, I.” he stopped due to the lethal look from his wife.
“I’ll tell you later about how we almost took over.” he finally said with a wink.
The kids raced off on adventures in the corners as they searched for hidden robot factories.
“You give them bad ideas.” his wife observed.
Stay away from our flamingos, you demented earth-pig.
The best people in the world are on FR——you guys are just more proof.
Wish I’d signed up a lot sooner-—I missed some great times, I can see.
Sorry about the Rain ,Bob.
These thing are planned so far in advance that only small changes are possible at short notice.
I found this place and then got wrapped up in one of the first true chat threads FR had.
An effective time eating machine it was too!
Kinda like this meta thread these days.
Hours can simply vanish without a trace or recollection of the passing of time.
Meanwhile, Lakeshark and his beast of a vehicle stalk the frozen wastelands of Michigan looking for unwary travellers to waylay.
Rumors of a drink called a “Blue Thingy” aboud out his way.
You found us at the right time, “When you were supposed to.”
Everyone wanders in at their appointed time for one reason or another.
Much like Callahan’s Bar. You will never find it looking for it, but only when you need it.
Even when they are bald?
Ruh Roh! That’s what happened to the neighborhood! Dang.
Only caveat is that while wandering through the castle, don't stumble through the Dimensional Doors...
I still have scars on my face from a car accident 45 years ago. I figure I don’t have to look at them, so I’m not going to worry about them. Scars are just reminders that things could be a lot worse!
Some scars fade, some don’t. Don’t worry, though...the scars don’t define you. :o])
Ah. Like the Room of Requirement. Gottit!
I think you’re doing a fine job. But I drink your coffee, so what do I know?
Pretty close, except the Room of Requirement only provides for a need you know you have and can articulate.
"Even when they are bald?"
On the other side of the keyboard, your alter ego is always handsome, tall, and neatly coiffed.
Even more so if you have yourself cloned.
Well, thanks! We try to be The Place to go when the rest of FR gets caught up in the news of the day, with political and/or religious arguments and just plain STUFF.
We make it a point to “be here” for the Undeaders, and we will always listen. If advice is needed, however, you’re on your own. NOT! There are enough of us here to render help no matter what the problem, and the rest of us have broad shoulders, so we listen.
And yes, we do try to have fun, but this thing can shift more often and in more directions than a Democrat! The difference is, we do it in real time and for the purpose of having fun.
So, again, welcome, and make yourself at home. We have three habitats, and lots of room, so I’m sure you will find someplace comfortable. I like the library. Fireplace, furs and fine snacks and drinks. Or something!
Or Crash-lands into the cargo hold at an intersection when the Flying castle cuts you up on a Traffic Island!
Must remember to repair my Shuttle craft sometime, it may be useful in the future.
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