My younger brother is 1 year older than Pdog
Hee hee.
Er...
I'm the same age as Cav. I think. (LATE 1970.)
September, 1970. Crappy Virgo....
December, 1970. Toilet-trained Capricorn...
Hee! That I got down okay. You know, we Virgos can learn....
FYI -- we are currently debating whether we will have cable installed at the new place (lotsa basketball during winter freeze) or get high-speed internet (listen to archives of beloved seattle radio station online), and are probably leaning toward the latter....
You know, it is kind of awkward posting on my eulogy thread, after all...
Hey Soz, I'm a cap too! December 1968.
Pdog, just be happy you can post on your eulogy thread. So, you're getting a connection, will you have a computer too?
I knew that dys. Youngster
Don't mind dyslexia, he's just braggin' (and he ain't even a sexy-genarian yet).
I've got a 'puter, kay -- me no cave man! Just don't tend to use it less'n I have too...
(looks like the dregs of three years' worth of work is going to fit on three zip disks here...)
I see p-dog. So we're just not all that important? No, no, it's ok.... <sniff>
Well, we'll be seeing you soon dog - right? Good bye for now - and me - February 6, 1950 - a real "Leave It To Beaver" kinda guy! Good luck to boot.
Ixnay on the logyeuay (how the heck do you piglatinize "eulogy??")
"So, we've got Uday and Qusay. Now, how about the eapons-way of ass-may estruction-day?"
(Onion)
Patiodog, on your way to Wisconsin, stop by the swamp and we'll have a glass of cold beer and maybe smoke some sort of black hashish with white opium swirls. I'll show you around the place and we'll hug and cry and talk about the good ol' days. See ya soon, buddy.
(Psssssssssssst! There's folks wot don't make it out of that swamp.... ask the ducks...)
I did it... myyyyyyy vay!!!!!!!!!
(sensitive folks hereabouts. since i've spent most of my working life the past five years sitting in front of computers, it's kind of, you know, I get home and don't want to do it any more, especially when I got a nice shiny TV to sit in front of. must put in the requisite viewing hours or I'll drop out of American culture altogether? (which begs the question, how can you drop out of something that doesn't exist? which is an abuse of the term "begs the question," but that in itself begs the question -- to abuse the term again, which is better than beating a dead horse but not as much fun as choking a chicken), did Jesus drink with his hands at the Last Supper? Riddle me that, bunny person....))
