I could be wrong…
…but I don’t think so.
kshandra, reincarnated as a lolcat.
And, while we’re at it, heeeeeeeeeere’s gridlore!
That was so good
I finally got a chance to meet one of the fine Monkeys of MonkeyFilter today. The Bone was passing through Hellano on his way home, and we met after lo these couple of years of online chatter, sporadic (my fault there) emails, and couple phone conversations. I’ve been replaying bits of the conversation since and chuckling. I had such a great time hanging out with him for a while. It was rad. I had a truly great time, and had to actively restrain the urge to introduce a new subject of conversation to spin out the time when he realized he needed to hit the road. It’s normally a very effective thing, even if I have to whip out one of the stories about the Bozo Squad or something. Or else tell embarrassing stories out of my past or someone else’s.
And sylvan, you’ll be displeased to know that yet another person has heard a story out of your past. We got onto the subject of stalkers, and I had to explain how it is I inherited one. You can thank me for embarrassing you yet again later.
(Dude, sometimes I wonder why in the world you put up with me. Did you get hit on the head just before we met or something?)
Maybe I’ll tell my favorite embarrassing story about dave_over next time. Can’t always be picking on poor Sylvan, after all. And the whole thing with the scarf usually makes for good storytime.
(Sorry you know me yet, Dave?)
