Look. Stand up when I am talking to you.

Here it is, at some point through this year, and I am here and you are there. All predatory instincts have gone, the elders get put out to graze on their own.

Holiday season starts.

Not that 'Revolting People' was Mr Hamilton's best, but the 'Good morning/Why hello/...not you, I was talking to your nipples' exchange did make me chuckle, then make my gut twist when I used it in Real Time™. If there you have it, then there you have it.

if you only talk in sequiturs, what would life be like? Not very non, I can tell you. If you would listen. Are you listening? Do you know how easy it is to embed what you really say inside what you really write? It is all there.

Are the days right? Can we arrange a session do you think? How hard can it be? Oh, wait, I remember. Yes, I do look good in ribbons.

Is this thing on? *tap* *tap*

Photos in sealed envelopes, please. A dress upon request. Tranmission and a _livewire_. Electrostatic blue, please.

I would say I was more mardy than grumpy, more thran than ranty. I mean, here I get to here and nothing (overly) has got to my fingers to whinge about. The dream has gone, the child has grown. Or something.

People! Wake! Up!

Echo on, please. I will be by the seaside next week. Saucy. But only if I go in the 50s. I guess. Though I would rather it was the 20s. Flappity flap-flap. *sigh*

I say we meet at some river round Lestah and fish for a few hours. Or go into town and shark. I almost remember how.

You know, I didn't try to make that obscure, I guess I am out of the habit. You bring you habit and I will supply the addiction.

I am too lazy too look, but not too vain to say, but there is a new pic of me with my new hair. There! Look! (Too lazy to look for the thread with the pics of people. Meh. And too lazy to put that part in the first sentence, and not in these parens. Editing is for wimps! And not the astrophysical type of wimp, either. Oh, please, look it up, in case you think I am implying...oh, wait, you get it. If not the acroymn, then the intent. Yes, I should stop now. See, the next part is already written, and I have backtracked to do this one.)

Why my RayBans are see-through (when other things are better seethrough, hubbahubba) I know not. Actually, I do, but there is no need for me to get all physic on your ass.

The colour wasn't artifically altered, I just used the sunlight. Nowt photoshopped at all. More as I don't have the talent for that.

It has faded slightly, so needs done again. I love having my hair washed. Volunteers? No? Ah well.

Greetings from the Grim North... well, Sheffield anyway. :P

Just read the entirety of those two posts, and almost entirely failed to understand what you're trying to say. :rolleyes:

1) You have a new pic. Very nice. :lol:
2) You want a meetup!

And on the subject of 2, how's about finally, at last, seriously, genuinely, we make this one happen.

Whatcha say guys? :whistle:

I say I could tell you about my infiltration of super seekrit groups. I say I could muse on the derth of Fox's Dark Glacier mints, and the joys of finding them, and supplying them outwards to the colonies. I could say I dare aside solliloquy at the risk of stark applause.

I could say I mixed up my say could and could say somewhere up there.

All of which I could say, or I say I could say, in a mathematical thema-lite way.

Yes.

Let us meet. Let us start to consider it again. For again and again it might be considered worthy to consider.

Right now I am pondering new domain names. Gawd-damn reliance on other accountants. Though she is hawt, always has been, no doubt always will be, for in my mind it will always be 1987. or 1991.

You are old when you no longer matter in the chain of things. I am old. Did I say that somewhere albeit more obliquely?

Ask me of the significance of soft-top Beetles. But only in life. Not this pale imitation, where I come across all obscure and oblique. Not me at all, really. I am shy, quiet, retiring, will stand his round and chuckle politely. Ignorable.

(Edited for sense. Ha!)

And what of non-soft top Beetles, of which Mahatma is driving a fine example at present? :D

(Not edited for sense).

Also, do I therein spy the semblance of an explanation for the b0rkage of yon StrayWebsite?

Yes. Let's meet up. Not in June though - no time to pause for breath.

(sorry - not feeling verbose, just majorly stressed!)

young master W: try

the new place as it works. At least, it will if it doesn't when I post this then edit it to make sure it does actually work.

And Kate is boyf-less? *clears throat and adjusts tie*

July, eh? You ker-ray-zee kid. It might just work.

Wherefor have thou lost yon hypen etc etc. :rolleyes:

Good to see your site back up. :)

And the hair is quite remarkable! :whistle:

There are so many jokes I could make about losing my hyphen, but this is a family forum, after all. Which, erm, would indicate that at some point said hyphen was *STOP! STOP!*