LOST & MISPLACED A2K people.

You do go on fella

I was making some sort of point pan. I can't see you having done.

Frank's back, but he doesn't know it yet...
http://able2know.org/user/frank_apisa_cv/

I like Frank Apisa very much. He went ballistic when people refused to agree with him, but I believe he is at heart a swell guy.

Interesting. Were Frank's posts imported here from the philosophy forum archives?

no, they were imported from another forum -- ConflictingViews.com...

I have to agree with you on that, edgarblythe

Ceili's been gone for a while ... Hoping she's OK!

Not too long awhile. I would guess she has posted within the past month.

What about Seal Poet?

saw her on FB a few days ago...

Seal Poet runs this web site
http://sealpoet.com/

he hasn't been here in a while, despite our best efforts to lure him back...

and she was here on july 1st

(true, but 18 days can be an eternity...)

Alone
The Beautiful South

Like the contents of your handbag
You don't know why it's there
People ask you where you're heading
You just answer "anywhere"

We don't mean to be this vague
It just happens that we are
No-one asked us to elaborate
We just shrug our shoulders and be

And like the stories that just happened
No-one thought of, no-one planned
We could have ruled, we could have conquered
Then we could have been a man

We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone

He knows "hello" in eighteen languages
"I love you" in only one
By the time he's got his phrase-book
The chance is usually gone

And we feel ourselves quite prepared
But quite prepared for what
We always took the lead
Before we actually knew the plot

And you can tell where we've been shopping
By the bags beneath our eyes
Make-up shoulders burden
But the smile never lies

We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone

So empty at the airport
You don't set off the doors
We used to feel like chorus girls
And now we feel like whores

Hearts built like reservoirs
Words built like dams
Thoughts built like juggernauts
Our actions built like prams

And when the wind blows into our face
We should be warmer and not colder
Well, what price the charges
On this cargo that we shoulder

We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life

Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone

And we only smoke when bored
So we do two packs a day
And we've lost the difference
Between bored and lonely anyway

Ceili's back, Iz.

http://able2know.org/topic/160072-1#post-4317038

Sturgis sighting...

They live on the big island of Hawaii; being it's paradise, they no longer need a2k. LOL

I've been back on a2k for several weeks now; I've changed my wireless modem, and I can use my wife's computer to log onto a2k.

Just read back a few pages of this thread, and appreciate all the good words about this Hyde-Jekyll persona that seems to pervade my postings.

The NETGEAR modem I installed seems to be working.

C.I. are you speaking of sglass and the merry man?

Good to see you back again.