Chumly wrote:I am an impressive handsome lad by any measure, yet I'm reluctant to use my photo as my avatar due to the overwhelmingly inevitable erotic propositions beyond what a mere mortal could endure. And yet I do like the personal touch it can bring to this harsh cyber-world.
What should I do?
Simple, wear a mask when you take a photo of yourself!
Next question....
Chumly wrote:Jes,
I am an impressive handsome lad by any measure, yet I'm reluctant to use my photo as my avatar due to the overwhelmingly inevitable erotic propositions beyond what a mere mortal could endure. And yet I do like the personal touch it can bring to this harsh cyber-world.
What should I do?
You must post your picture immediately, of course. The women of A2K are more discerning than average, having been spoiled by the likes of Lord Ellpus, Francis and numerous others. We can take it. We will let you know if your photo measures up to our expectations.
Oh, sorry. You were speaking to jespah, weren't you.
Roberta wrote:... Jes, I reread that Burns question twice, hoping it was directed at you. But I don't think your signature line is from Burns. So I assumed Joe was talking to me. Didn't mean to horn in on your turf. I shoulda made up a joke about kilts. But, like I said, being literal minded is a character flaw.
Thanks for the kind words about my figurativity and literalitivity.
Here's a question for you. The other day I found part of a yellow feather on my living room floor. There are no birds here. In fact, there are no feathers anywhere in my apartment (I'm allergic.) Whither camest the feather?
A neighborhood child either was carrying around a Big Bird doll or a neighborhood neat freak came by with a feather duster (they carry 'em everywhere, dontcha know). Either way, it ends badly, with the child crying about the lost feather or the neat freak whining about both the clutter of a feather lying around and the loss of perfect symmetry on the feather duster itself. It's worse, of course, if you know of any under-18 neat freaks. Try to keep them out of your apartment at all times, unless they offer gifts of brownies.
Very hurt.
jespah wrote:Roberta wrote:... Jes, I reread that Burns question twice, hoping it was directed at you. But I don't think your signature line is from Burns. So I assumed Joe was talking to me. Didn't mean to horn in on your turf. I shoulda made up a joke about kilts. But, like I said, being literal minded is a character flaw.
Thanks for the kind words about my figurativity and literalitivity.
Here's a question for you. The other day I found part of a yellow feather on my living room floor. There are no birds here. In fact, there are no feathers anywhere in my apartment (I'm allergic.) Whither camest the feather?
A neighborhood child either was carrying around a Big Bird doll or a neighborhood neat freak came by with a feather duster (they carry 'em everywhere, dontcha know). Either way, it ends badly, with the child crying about the lost feather or the neat freak whining about both the clutter of a feather lying around and the loss of perfect symmetry on the feather duster itself. It's worse, of course, if you know of any under-18 neat freaks. Try to keep them out of your apartment at all times, unless they offer gifts of brownies.
Wouldn't I have known if one of these types had been in my apartment? This is kinda alarming. And how come I didn't get one of those "May the jaguar of joy take a bite out of your tush," kinda things at the end. I'm hurt.
I hope you're not all anwered out, oh, great know-it-all of the north. I have another question.
When my cat died, a dear friend adopted a wolf for me in my cat's honor. I received a certificate of adoption. My question is, what if this wolf gets into trouble. Am I responsible? Must I pay for damages? What if he decides he wants a college degree? Am I stuck with the bill? BTW, he never phones; he never writes. Kids these days.
Roberta wrote:I hope you're not all anwered out, oh, great know-it-all of the north. I have another question.
When my cat died, a dear friend adopted a wolf for me in my cat's honor. I received a certificate of adoption. My question is, what if this wolf gets into trouble. Am I responsible? Must I pay for damages? What if he decides he wants a college degree? Am I stuck with the bill? BTW, he never phones; he never writes. Kids these days.
Not at all, and thank you for the nudge.
First, my condolences (albeit kinda late) for the loss of your dear cat.
Now, onto adopted wolves. Generally, your standard wolf family remains more or less out of trouble (although sheep might think otherwise), solid blue-collar type citizens not attending college but keeping on an even keel by learning a trade. The trade is group hunting, and fortunately their aim is far more reliable than Dick Cheney's. They kinda live in the animal kingdom's version of Bayside, Queens. Not as ritzy as Manhattan but well-kept with nice lawns graced by the occasional garden gnome. There are some cross-dressing wolves, they wear a lot of wool and maybe your adoptee was a tad concerned that you would not be accepting of this alternative lifestyle. That could explain the dearth of phone calls.
Greyhounds, however, you have to be careful of, seeing as they're very speedy for a quick getaway, plus they're all tattooed. We had one briefly, and his tattoo said something like XJ2002-35b, which I suspect is dogspeak for "Mom". But even I can't be sure with these wily beasts.
May the hamster of respect power the slightly squeaky wheel of love.
