An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

Gosh. primitive clan stuff, I guess. Bummer.

IS THAT ALL?
I EXPECTED
A SLIGHTLY
MORE EXPANDED
& WELL THOUGHT
OUT EXPLANATION
OF WHAT HAPPENED
TO THESE CLAN OF MY
BIRTH.
GEEZ AUNTI. I AM SO
UTTERLY, COMPLETELY
DISSED. I WANT MY
MONEY BACK, THIS IS
NO HELP AT ALL!!!!
OOOPS, YOU DON'T CHARGE
DO YOU? OH WELL.
NEVER MIND.

Grrrrrrrr.

huh ?

Huh?

Some things - such as the ways and whyfores of families and the choices of members thereof to marry honey-chasers and the becoming of said honey-chasers part of said family (not to mention the origins of honey-chasing, which seems endemic, as we examine the realities of animal DNA, not only to the male, but to the female of the species, and seems to stem from the desire of the male to spread his genes, and of the female to broaden the gene pool of her family) are beyond the aegis of Auntie Lowan to explicate or help with , for they stretch so far back into the mists of antiquity and the birth of humanity and its old clan structure that they precede full rationality - they seem almost "hard-wired".

Auntie Lowan can only, however clumsily, seek to sympathise ("bummer") with the epistolary sufferer and offer such explanation as she could - that of ancient structures of human behaviour and its survival value through the aeons.

Auntie Lowan does not know any means of changing such a family member - none that are legal, that is.

She is sorry.

Auntie Lowan hates to feel helpless - ("grrrrrr") - and is sad when people are affected negatively by her helplessness - but she is only human/lapine.

why have i been (demoted?) from veteran to seasoned member?

i think it's some kind of conservative leftist conspiracy against feathered members. and speaking of feathered, i can't get my old avatar of the owl back on. something about the picture being to big....

A seasoned owl? In the rotisserie with you!!

i think the bunnies behind this

Amn't!

have some of your contributions ben in fora such as testing, which get pruned?

don't remember doing any tests, or prunes for that matter

Waaaah! Does this mean you have casted nasturtiums upon my wuv for you, and my innocent and benign intentions?




GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

the bunny, innocent and benign. have you been

NO! Why does everyone think this?

Those who know me know that I am a very velveteen rabbit.... and a softie before the lord....

Strue, only last week I caught her helping somebody up who had accidently walked into her velvet-gloved fist. What a woman !(hee hee the sound of sardonic laughter can be heard in Corsica too !)

GRRRRRRRRRRR!


hey - i have a question - how does Bohemian Rhapsody begin? was trying to sing it today - couldn't remember the openi...

Dear Aunty Lowan,

Why is no one asking you any questions any more ?

they just began again - but didn't like my answers.

i guess I am just yesterday's broken toys....

Can't you answer MY question?

No clue auntie - never was a classiscal music fan...

Hey, I always listen to you, so I will ask something which has been bothering me since today morning.

Dear Auntie Lowan,

Darren sent me a gloating email abt out defeat yesterday- (read extract of it on the cricket thread)

Do you think I can kill him and call it a "crime of passion" ?

Deb, here's your smeggin answer

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me


Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters


Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo, (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico


But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go (never)
Never let you go, let me go
Never let me go, ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me


So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here


Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
nothing really matters to me

Gautam,

It'll work only if you call it un crime passionelle !!