An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

Well hell and damnation, wabbit, there are jack rabbits here in Colorado panting, their little tongues hanging out in anticipation of a visitor from OZ.
These bunnies don't even have computers, they use their imaginations to idealize the bunny from OZ and in doing so, they have idealized you to immortality--or was it immorality? Well, who cares, they WANT you. I have done nothing to discourage them from their dreams of OZiness and the reverse season of bunnies on the other side of the world and I have not disabused them of their image of a big, beautiful and wild wabbit with way too much wag. :wink:
Get on a freighter now and get over here. There is plenty to do without a computer, as most bunnies know. You obviously have led a far too protected life. The wild west will do you a world of good.

Damn entropy? Universal heat death sounds kind of soothing to me. Perhaps my mood this night.

Oh dear! Wassamadda Blatham?

Dianne - I was raised on the guilt of the puterless bunnies in Indiana - I am proof against it! let them eat cattle-cake and use abacii, for all I care! I am way too big fer 'em, anyways...

(But - thank you!)

A brief Hamlet thing. The test kit for a short while appeared to suggest my words pregnant. But false alarm.

Oh that this too, too solid text would melt?

Yes. We then could make candles with it, set them out on the patio in the still autumn air, and be soothed and healed as avatars flared and 'Assholes!' popped.

Er........ummmmm.......yes, dear.

a tad bleak?

mybe a wee bit to vividoid

'orrible, really, it was....

Well, what is up with the folks down there in the USA and such on this bright, cold, spring morning?

beautiful, sunny, fall day up here yee little bits means, of course

Fall, my Aunt Tallulah! It's in the 80s here, and muggy as all getout.

It's always as "muggy as all getout" there ;(

All huggy muggy - or 'tother kind?

All I know was that when I was out west it was hot, and very dry. I was barely bothered by it. Now that I am back home, when I am outside, I feel that I am walking through a hot wet blanket!

Hmmm - sounds more hugger-mugger.....and you in a fug...

Phoenix in a fig (leaf I presume) - now, there's a picture, oh yeah, and sweaty, hmmmmmmm

I have mentioned before the prickly and unpleasing texture of the fig leaf - is there some other leaf native to Phoenix's perch that would be kinder to her privates?

in the old west era of mining, they was always in search of the "mother lode." what is a "mother lode?"

Dys
Dys, a "Mother Lode" is a woman with a child held on each hip.

---BumbleBeeBoogie