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I called you a dolt once about a year ago and your autosig has been "I am a dolt" ever since. What's with that? I beg your forgiveness.

Damn it's dry. I just got a severe static shock. Would you call these winds Chinook Winds?

Those pictures are cool. I guess the sailor is still there somewhere inside the climber. It's been something like two years since I've been on a sailboat. At one time I was sailing five days a week.

Don't you realize that anyone who attempts to photograph the Tool risks having his camera confiscated?

Oh, you're a clever boy.

What happens when computer programs become self-aware.

If mildmannered avatars like me weren't around, trask, your posts wouldn't have the same shock value, IMHO.

Will, your mistake was not in opening the door for the lady. Your mistake was your reply when she said, "I can open it myself". The old woman was just being defensive about being perceived as frail when she thought of herself as fit. A gentleman would have kept his cool and said something like, "can't a man be gentleman these days?".

Johnnie get your gun, get you gun, get your gun, Take it on the run, on the run, on the run, Hear them calling you and me; Every son of Liberty Hurry right away, no delay, go today, Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad Tell your sweetheart not to pine, To be proud her boy's in line. Chorus: Over There, Over There Send the word, send the word, Over There That the Yanks are coming, The Yanks are coming, The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare, Say a Prayer Send the word, Send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over. And we won't be back till it's over over there! Johnnie get your gun, get you gun, get your gun, Johnnie show the Hun, you're a Son-of-a-Gun, Hoist the flag and let her fly Like true heros do or die Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit, Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, Make your Mother proud of you and to Liberty be true. Chorus: Over There, Over There Send the word, send the word, Over There That the Yanks are coming, The Yanks are coming, The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare, Say a Prayer Send the word, Send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over. And we won't be back till it's over over there!

Mattp, if you hate Bush you can't be all bad. I take back all the lousy rotten things I said about you.

How did the constipated mathematician solve his problem? He worked it out with a pencil.

Sour grapes?

I don't know. I've never been constipated. It must have something to do with not eating meat.

*jealousy*

How many different ways can you say "flat"?

How many orders have you got?

Kind of interesting weather this morning. It was warm and dry as I stepped outside this morning. There was not at drop of dew on my windshield as there usually is. No fogging on the inside on the way to work. High stratus cloud layer over the lowlands, but clear over the mountains. You could see "ripple-like" clouds over the west foothills of the Cascades.

Could it be that Chockstone is Johnny Destiny?

I think Johnny can be forgiven in this instance. I'm really sorry to hear about your misfortune, Johnny.

Well folks, you heard it from the man...

We'd need to think of a catchier name than just "The Banned Avatar Forum". Here's some suggestions: The Cesspool Purgatory The Forum of Eternal Damnation Hell Frozen Over

That's very interesting MisterE. I know that moderators, Timmy and Jon can read PMs. Trask must have paid off one of them to rat on other people. They may even have a filter to collect PM's containing the word "trask". All you have to do is substitute an altered string, such as trashk or just refer to him by some other moniker, like the Grand Poobah of Penis Envy. Something like that. Remember, everyone, treat your PM's like a public conversation.

Patrick_Beebe and Winter are both on the mark.

Let's give fiona a hearty cc.com welcome.

Was that not a joke? Was that not clear, that the intention was to make a joke? It was clear to me that you intended it as a joke, but apparently, there are things that you just can't joke about.