Stepping out of character.

listening and laughing

Golly.

aw, screw off, all of ya!

Husker is really Steven Segal with a dyed pony tail, and Bo is really a screwed up ice hockey player who has opened a cat house.

Although I would like to be Steve Jobs or Bill Gates, I ain't. PC problems .........

Later folks, and thanks for havin' fun with me.

Eva has begun a strict low-carb diet. No alcohol, no chocolate, no sugar, no fun. (too true)

Talk about "out of character"!!!

can i get back to being a warm, loving, supportive, intelligent, and oh, so beautiful, perfect being now?

ah, mirror, mirror........................

You are a character, Bo. don't change a hair for me. :wink:

(monitor seems to be going)

I've decided to become Mr. Hyde, or better still, Janus, a kinder, gentler two faced ( and , no, not the Janus of the amalgamated visage) myth.

wonder what my monitor is dedicated to?

"wonder what my monitor is dedicated to?"

Letty, it's hard to tell without knowing if it's your computer screen or your pet lizard.

Headbanger George, monster of the mosh pit!

heh! heh!. Cav, I think it's on Eva's low carb diet.

Now I want to be a Komoto Dragon, cause my arse is draggin' after trimming my bird of paradise bush.

For Raggedy and her alter ego:

From the snows of Mauna Kea to the tropics down below
My love for all these islands runs deeper than you'll know.
Your beauty is the diamonds that sparkle on the bays
When rays of golden moonbeams dance upon your waves.

Islands are meant for dreamers and lovers from afar.
Moonlit nights and starry lights to wish upon a star.
Tonight I'll hold you in my arms and whisper I love you.
Islands sigh for dreamers and these islands love you too.

From the mountains to the valleys and out beyoud the reef
I dream of Hawaii's islands where ohana love runs deep.
Your beauty is the people who gathered to these shores
With dreams and love for islands and reef where oceans roar.

Islands are meant for dreamers and lovers from afar.
Moonlit nights and starry lights to wish upon a star.
Tonight I'll hold you in my arms and whisper I love you.
Islands sigh for dreamers and these islands love you too.
Islands sigh for dreamers and these islands love you too.

Sorry, Raggedy. Couldn't find "Tiny Bubbles", soooooo, I guess you'll have to be Michael Bubles.

Komodo dragons have poison saliva....that could come in handy.

For digesting rhetoric. I slay myself sometimes.

Uh oh! Cav was too quick with the Pavlov, and it's too late to turn into a speller.

Whoops Mr. Moto I'm a coffee pot.
Show me the pot and I'll po me a shot.
A cuppa, cuppa, cuppa, cuppa cup
Boy!

Did I see somewhere that Olga is ailing?

Ah, Letty. <sigh> Thank you for the lovely song (I don't know that one. What's it called?).
And you can call me RaggedyHo, RaggedyBuble, Bubbles, whatever, as long as you throw in a one-way ticket to Aloha Land.

And just for you:
"Once upon a time before there were stars and planets in space, the universe was born of a dragon. Now it came to pass that the Great Spirit Dragon Mother paused in the inky blackness of space and with a terrible explosion of power gave birth to a great clutch of eggs, called planets, stars, comets and star dust. Deep inside some of these planets (the ones with a molten core) she laid the eggs of her kind, that there might be more like Herself to romp and play in the universe. Our own earth was one of these worlds, it was our Genesis .

Some of our early ancestors still remain in the pages of human lore. For example the four major elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water, were the original four dragons from which all of us are descended. In some place a few of species have remained, for example the Komoto Dragon. "

And we'll just have to call you Dragon Letty.

Ha, ha, George!

Stunningly beautiful, Raggedy. Ah, I missed fealola and St. George and the Dragon. (bangs head against wall) And dear Italiano Osso.

If I could sing Girl From Ipanema in Portugese, I would do it for young Craven. Unfortunately I have to become Google to supply the words replete with guitar chords:

Antonio Carlos Jobim - Norman Gimbel
Portuguese lyrics by Vinícius de Moraes
D6/9 E7/9 Em9
Tall and tan and young and lovely, The girl from Ipanema goes walking, And when she passes
A7/6 Dmaj9 Bbm6 Dmaj7
each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
Dmaj9 E7/9 Em9
When she walks she's like a samba that, Swings so cool and sways so gentle, That when she passes
A7/6 Dmaj9 D6/9
each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
Ebmaj7 G#7 Ebm7 B7 B7/6 Em9 Gm6
Oh, but I watch her so sadly, How can I tell her I love her? Yes, I would give my heart gladly
F#m7 F#dim Em7 A7/-9
But each day when she walks to the sea, She looks straight ahead not at me
Dmaj7 Dmaj9 E7/9 Em9
Tall and tan and young and lovely, The girl from Ipanema goes walking, And when she passes
A7/6 Dmaj9
I smile, but she doesn't see, She just doesn't see, No she doesn't see

Hey. I just turned into an omelett without caviar.:

Cheddar cheese, hot finger peppers, and, of course, eggs.

Phooey to yez all.

ehBeth, that would be Kung Phooey...If I didn't have to fix a late dinner, I would introduce you to that Gecko who does it in the back seat of a car...

Later, gator........................

Letty

Ooo! Someone do me!

stay outa arm's reach, or you may get 'help'!