I have an image of you, half-tipsy, half-submerged in the hot tub, with your keyboard just beyond reach of the water but just close enough to the Stolys.

Thanks for the kind words. When I wax enthusiastic or hopeful like that I must admit it is partly me pleading to the universe for some sense of salvation or redemption for the wretched poo flinging monkeys that strut and preen upon this rocky sphere.

And if you think “waterworks yor” was an on-the-money Zen Captcha, try this one on for size:

Radio existence

no shit

“Oooooo-weeee-oooooooo!!!!”

Cheers.

Every so often I need to bathe myself in this bubbly wash of intelligence and aesthetic humanity. It’s the alkali to my acidic cynicism. A scholarly bubble-bath that cleanses the soul, is a bunch o’ fun, and doesn’t leave a ring around the ol’ brain pan.
I’ve been struggling lately, trying to keep my head above the water and, as a consequence, am a bit “wet behind th’ ears” as far as taking advantage of tech.

Thank you Rob for continually dredging this stuff to the surface.

A lifebouy of hope for humanity… and me.

I guess we may not be washed up after all.

Oddly enough, when I proof-read my silly, soused statements back… it reminds me how I do so enjoy sitting in a big tub and making fart bubbles!

>sigh<

xf

Oh c’mon… really?… Zen Captcha: waterworks yor