The Calamity Jane Thread.

Is that freddy mercury and asterix's love child?

I have no idea littlek - just liked the picture

I thought it was the Nuge...

I liked the "Spinal Tap" feel about it

Wow, it's like a Rorschach image.

I love CJane, especially that sexy, hungover, just-got-some-nookie picture that she used to have as her avatar.

I am, however, annoyed at the title of this thread. Why the period at the end of "The Calamity Jane Thread."? It's not a damned sentence, is it? So what the hell is that period doing there? Why, goddammit, WHY?!

Ooh, got myself a little worked up there. I may have to go somewhere quiet and sit for a while.

Hi, Calamity J. I hope to meet you one of these days when I land in southern California... oh, perhaps at the Valencia - I remember we discussed it early on. I almost kid but not quite, as I am due to stay with a friend nearby there before she disowns me. I'll warn you first if I plan to be in the SD area.

Nono! You're right! That period is just crazy!

It IS crazy, isn't it!? Dammit! And now that the site's editing feature is gone, there's no way to change it! I demand an explanation for this travesty of punctuation!

Oh my!

I hope you are not really upset, CJ?



That thing isn't a period. A period is a thing some women have every month.

That thing is a goddamned full stop.

I woke up at this ungodly hour with a bit of a start. My first thought was that the bedsheet needed to be changed as usual, but upon inspection, it turned out to be quite dry, which was a bit of a relief, or not, whichever way one wishes to look at it.

What could have caused me to wake with such a judder? ......something was happening on A2K, of that I was sure.

Removing my moustache guard and pantyhose, I quickly wrapped myself in my faithful old cardigan and padded barefoot to the downstairs computer. The cold leather of my captains chair caused a sharp intake of breath as it made contact with my bare buttocks.

I fired up my computer and played with my mouse for a couple of minutes, until everything was ready.

After a very enjoyable interlude, followed by a Havana, I quickly made the little journey to A2K, and have now found the reason for my nocturnal disturbance. My contribution was required in a tribute thread to Calamity Jane.

I'm so glad I didn't miss this opportunity to add my own personal spoutings for Jane's enjoyment.

Now...........what can one say about Jane?.....Lovely girl.....feisty.....has a reaonable knowledge of lederhosen.......doesn't smell as much as the rest of us Europeans, as she now lives in the USA (where they wash regularly)
.......an all rounder, as Gus has already noted......... has a reasonable knowledge of lederhosen..... knows how to make a good strudel, I'd guess..... is possibly a good yodeller...... can understand what Germans say.... and is, to sum it all up, a jolly good chap, all in all.

I will now peel my buttocks from the chair and attempt a good logging off.

Congratulations Jane, on your well deserved tribute night.

No dlowan, I am not upset, it's jut a bit awkward - almost
like a form of eulogy where people are compelled to say something nice of the dearly departed which isn't going to happen: a2k won't get rid of me, at least not that easily

Thank you kicky, the hangover itself was quite memorable
too <ouch>

Yes please osso, let me know when you're down here. We'll
have brunch at the La Valencia.

Dearest Spanky, I knew that one day I'll rob you of your sleep, one way or another.

For those who dont know, I'm very fond of some A2Kers.

Had I to put them on a ranking it would have CJ on one of the highest places.

I truly appreciate CJ for the following reasons:

- For the support she showed me in some difficult occasions.

- For her free spirit, I mean, not having any connection with the "I know" people.

- For being her true self, I mean, not showing off as so many do.

- For her kindness and true concern about other A2Kers.

- For not taking herself to seriously, for example, re: her avatars.

- For not being a puritain.

- And finally for her humor.

Some envisioned I've met her. I wish I had, at least I wish she wished as much as I wish. (I would fight for it :wink: )

I am very touched - thank you Francis!

Should you ever be in California, I would be very happy to meet you
in person.

Accepting all I've done and said
I want to stand and stare again
Til there's nothing left out, oh
It remains there in your eyes
Whatever comes and goes
I will hear your silent call
I will touch this tender wall
Til I know I'm home again
Ooh

In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes

Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway (in your eyes) to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution (in your eyes) of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes
In your eyes

Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway (in your eyes) to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution (in your eyes) of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes

Accepting all I've done and said
I want to stand and stare again
Til there's nothing left out, oh
It remains there in your eyes
Whatever comes and goes
Oh it's in your eyes

In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes

I want to stand and stare again
Oh, it's in your eyes

Great song, isn't it.
Well, here you can stare now, without the glasses Walter

Let's drink to CJ.

To CJ! It's a little known fact the story of Superman was based on CJ, except for the part about being a woman, and sexually molesting house plants.

To CJ!

Should I introduce you to my house plants Slappy?
You'd love my Venus Flytrap.

Salute!!

Does it bite? If so, I don't want to meet her.