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I knocked and I knocked, but for some reason Mittens never came to the door. Maybe I need to have my realtor get in touch?
Thanks for the picture, er… me!
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:sigh:
Poor Snoopy.I’ve heard there’s been a lot of foreclosures, but this is ridiculous.
Apparently fighting the Red Baron doesn’t pay as well as it used to.
Must be because Woodstock got laid off, and they lost the second source of income.
Well, how tough can it be to fight a pizza…
Those frozen pizzas can be quite tough.
Kelli, [cuisine corey] I think you’re supposed to thaw and cook them before you eat them. [/corey]
Thawing and Cooking Pizzas is for the weak of heart and mind!
But they’re suppposed to be a “convenience” food. How is having to thaw and cook them convenient?
[foodie corey] Red Baron pizza should never be elevated to the status of cusine. [/foodie corey]
Not sure RB pizza even enters into a ‘food group’…
I hear they make a servicable manhole cover in a pinch.
Having read IF’s “try Greek” reference, I am now having second thoughts about using the term “manhole cover”.
That really gives new meaning to the promotional sign up on the Greek deli around the corner:
“Sink your teeth into a Gyro!”
*DING*
Stewardess, I need you to freshen up my pail of brain bleach if you would, please.
I’m just impressed ostrimu’s can take pictures!
(Anyone else think it looks a little like the flower pot in the background is balanced on the roof?)
I thought it was a chimney at first glance.
Hey, dogs do love to curl up in front of a good fire.
Crap! “Ostrimus”, not “ostrimu’s”!!!
Stupid apostrophes sneaking in on Monday mornings when I’m not awake or having my coffee yet.
Ah, Ostrimus, the much-maligned Greek God of Snark.
Why Greek?
Someone told me I should try Greek recently…
The YSaC Pantheon:
Ostrimus, God of Snark
Lama Glama Sanctimonialis, Pontifex Maximus of YSaC and Supreme Goddess of Snark and Administrivia
Bianchi Sound, Goddess of being a Goddess
Any suggestions? Who knows, I have a summer (mostly) to myself, I may end up writing a YSaC myth.
Don’t forget Pedantacles, god of literary smut.
How about Astro/Astra, multi-gendered creator of portraiture?
Astro-Astra, Patron Saint of Portraiture.
Ah, much better SJ – thanks!
Christina: I’m pretty sure “pedantacles” are what they use to grab those Japanese schoolgirls in the naughty cephalopod pictures that Astro’s parents won’t let him Google.
I think those are “pedoentacles”.
Of course, Isaac…er…Pendanticles, that’s totally what I meant. By literary smut I, of course, meant manga hentai. 😉
I still haven’t recovered from learning – inadvertently – about tentacle hentai … thanks, Isaac, for reminding me …
Astro, if Graham T. were still posting, I would recommend him for Deadlocks, god of mine hors. And HHNF as Fury, goddess of the underworlds. I am the goddess of all things with wings, of course, and all punches and suck stats.
So what do you wear for a first date with a deity?
Hey now, don’t be working my side of the street!
Oh no. Taco, could you get the stewardess to get me a little bit of Brain Bleach* as well? Me thinks I could also use a Bacontini*
*Grrrr, where is my TM button when I need it?
P. S. Who/what is Corey? Sorry, I’m new around this neck of teh interwebz….
Also, I award each of you with A Door
Welcome, ZV! I can’t find the original Corey reference, but it’s an indication of fact for conversational purposes, but set off so that you know it as such, and so that it is not taken as you seriously explaining something that is supposed to be taken as a joke. Occasionally here there will be a joke or reference that assumes a humorous interpretation of something, and then an unfamiliar commenter will attempt to clarify our apparent confusion. One of these was named Corey. His name was then appropriated within the site to indicate communication of information (reliability and quality of which may vary).
Wow, that was rather a lot of writing for me at this hour. Hope it makes sense, and, once again, welcome!
I believe if you click on corey in the tag cloud, you will find the first appearance of the dear man himself. Also the last. But his name lives on in YSaC hearts and minds and memes.
Thanks a lot! I can somewhat understand it, but I don’t think that I have had enough caffiene. I will try to figure it out later.
Thanks again!,
Zandar Valkinoor
**ONWARD, TONTO! TO THE MAGICAL COFFEE MAKER!**
Haha! Awesome user-name.
I JUST realised that was my name before I made my Gravatar+account. Wow…..
Ahhh…Much better now. Even my Quilt of Randomness is better than Regular
Oh, yes, now I recognize you.
Quote from just minutes ago: “Thanks again!, Zandar Valkinoor”
Didn’t you see it? I am pretty sure it was obvious. Although, without my coffee it seems pretty……**Snoring**
Wait…..you mean there’s reading on this site? Oh. I just like to look at pretty pictures of cats and quilts.*
*some days, this is kind of true.
I was clueless as well. I only read because of my friend dared me to*
*This is completely true at first. I did not know there was even comments on this site, ’till recently
P.S. Same here…..
It also sort of appears that a tree is growing out of the opposite side. For $25, it’s nicely accessorized.
I think in real-estate-ese it’s a “detatched bathroom”.
I get it. The tree is for dogs, the flowerpot is for cats. Nice that it’s multi-species accommodating.
Yeah, I think ostrimus have to use the servants’ entrance, around back. WAY around back.
I think Mother Superior Llamanun was clearing out the convent – a going out of ‘beesness’ sale, perhaps?
I like the fact that the home is unconventional in that it appears to have one round window, and nothing actually visible as a door. Hmmm… maybe it’s Schrodinger’s Doghouse?
See Astro, the front door is on the other side, along with the porch, the swimming pool, and the barbecue. That’s why the sign says to knock on the FRONT door – this must be the back.
The K-9 homicide unit keeps getting called to the house, but they never seem to go in…
“The K-9 homicide unit keeps getting called to the house, but they never seem to go in…”
Or is that they never come out?
It’s Schrodinger’s Dog House.
Not to be confused with Schroedingers Cathouse. The question there isn’t whether the individual(s) inside is/are alive or dead but how much it costs to be inside.
Given the size of the round window/door, I think it’s more likely a cathouse.
Somehow, that doesn’t sound right.
Or for a small dog. Chihuahua house.
A cathouse … Is that why the police are there all the time?
…. quietly slides back into the gutter …….
I was thinking more along the lines of Hobbit-hole.
See, they come pre-fabricated nowadays, and this one has yet to be installed in a hill. I wonder how much shipping was to have it brong all the way from Middle Earth Manufacturers?
How much extra for the doorknob in the exact center of the door?
Anyone else wondering why a cedar-ish, square pet abode has a window that looks like a porthole?
Must be a houseboat.
Perhaps it was built by hobbits?
Very tiny hobbits.
Hobbit Houseboat = band name of the day.
Clearly ’twas built by Leprechauns.
You beat me to the punchline, Lethe! Oh well, great minds think alike, especially when one hasn’t read all the comments yet before posting *slaps self*
Nah, Schrodinger plays the piano, and drives Lucy crazy because he doesn’t return her love.
*cue: trombone*
Wah wah, wah whawa. Wawawha wa wha!
Try it, it’s fun: http://sadtrombone.com/
Extra love* for the Madness reference in the title.
*Elebenfinity adores.
This was where they *used to* sleep… until they got tired of squeezing out of the porthole every morning.
That’s what… uh… poo said.
And it’s not even March!
The title just got Jason Mraz stuck in my head…he uses that line at the end of 0% Interest. Which is about the amount of interest I have in this odd little house.
It’s a very, very fine house.
You may be on to something. I actually think it’s a Veryfine house, which would explain the round bottle-shaped portal on the front. Dan, did you try dropping 75¢ in and seeing if you got an apple juice out?
{Musical entree}
Our house is a very very very small house,
With two cats in the yard:
To fit both in is hard!
If you don’t buy it,
they will have to diet! House for sale!
La la la la etc etc.
{Musical Side Dish}
**Ode to Joy appears in Salad Form**
{Musical dessert}
*Pachelbel’s Canon appears in cheesecake form — with waveform chocolate drizzles*
Nearly totally off-topic, but an a capella group one of my housemates belonged to in college was fond of featuring “Taco Bell’s Canon in D Minor” in their concerts. (Menu sung to Pachelbel.)
You sang?
Oh Taco Bell. Right, I’ll be over there.
I bet my choir director would love that…he’s a fan of puns. He had the men sing this song in March: http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/delaware.htm
Ooooo, sounds great, Bridgete. Did you make that on your Singer?
Well, that’s where I made the pattern, but I had to copy it by hand to get it on the cheesecake.
Let’s see…where was it…oh, yes *types* www dot cakewrecks…
Oh! Oh, you’re still here Bridgete? Um, yes, it looks lovely and delicious. Mmmmmmm.
🙂
You’d better be submitting that to Sunday Sweets! 😉
I’m seeing something that is decidedly NOT knees.
They’re kinda like the knees of the shoulder.
Shoulder knees… I kinda like it. Though I doubt Mrs. Taco will enjoy the term as much. But I might as well give it a try next time…
*clears throat*
Next time we clean the kitchen.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
I think the correct term is “making a burrito.”
Aanndd… Now I have officially squicked myself out. Who has the brain bleach barrel?
*hands SJ the brain bleach*
Here you go, I had it over here.
:Submerges head:
Ahhhh. Sweet blissful ignorance.
Baking Enchiladas
Folding a Taco
Rolling a Tortilla
Blending Salsa
Buttering a Churro
Frying a Chimichanga
…
Anyone else suddenly want to have Mexican for lunch?
Would make a nice change from all this Greek food. If I have to stuff one more dalmas, I’ll explode.
What?
You sure you aren’t channeling HHNF today?
Cause you know, she liked Greek food.
I do have this sudden urge to talk about the Pacific Northwest.
Tackling a Tostada?
Munching a Mango?
SJ – pass the bleach, please.
Ugh, SJ…a couple weeks ago I missed PNW food. Now that strawberry season is pretty much over and blackberry season hasn’t begun, apparently the mere mention of the PNW makes me miss the mountains. I suppose this makes sense…I miss the view of Mt. Hood when I know it’s sunny in Portland because you can see it ANYWHERE with a clear view to the east. And I miss all the mountains in winter because skiing on the “mountains” in New England does not do it for me.
[Note: I actually LOVE Boston, which is why I’m staying here…but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss Portland once in a while ;)]
YSaC Family Photo June 28th [Penultimate] Draft
I’ve darkened the lines, now all I need to do is shade the thing sufficiently. The version I upload tomorrow should be the final.
From left to right (somewhat):
Bacontini, Sarajean80, Kelli, PenguinConfetti, TacoMagic, CapnMac, Irregular Fractal, Jen, Grampdaddy, LurkRealClose, Astrognash (aka Me), Arched Eyebrows, KYouell, LimeLolly, MandaB, Bianchi Sound, Meredith, Mudslicker, Windrose, HamCan, Innana, Lola, Artsy Computer Geek, Laurelhach, SilvaNoir, the Ubiquitous and All-Encompassing Quilt of Wonders, Camille (or, quite possibly, a small bear), Isaac, Bridgete, Seymour Bonobobritches III, and, last but not least, EclecticBlue.
It’s somewhat odd that I’m finishing it now, because we’re having so many lurkers delurk, and I hope they’ll stay to become regulars. But, I just didn’t plan them in, so I ran out of extra space putting in people who have been regulars for a while. So, I think I may do another version of this piece in a few months, and we can see what will have changed.
Sweet!
Knees!
Err, I mean neat!
And, I got on there twice… er I mean… what?
So did I.
Wonderful, Astro – thank you!
I like the way the brain bleach is pretty much front and center.
Also: highly amused by the picture of the bad picture.
Also, you see the TV HamCan is on? The screen will remain unshaded, because tomorrow when I scan the final draft, I will properly distort and shrink a screen from something related to Monty Python and paste it there. So, people who wish to voice and opinion, what Python should I put? I’ve narrowed it down to a couple things:
I’m either going to do a screen from:
And Now for Something Completely Different,
Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or
The Dead Parrot Sketch
How about “Bring out your dead” or “message for you sir”? No I never watch Monty Python (my kids don’t either), ignore the peanut gallery in the background.
I vote for the Dead Parrot Sketch. It’s my favorite.
Dead Parrot Sketch. Definitely. It’s a great sketch AND it kind of fits with the whole idea of YS@C.
Tobacconists sketch!
A hovercraft, full of eels.
I think Spam, Spam, Spam (or whatever it’s actually titled) would be wonderfully fitting.
Fish slapping dance! Also, loving the portrait more with each permutation. 🙂
Ministry of Funny Walks would probably provide the most recognizable image, at that resolution.
Did I say “Funny Walks”? How Silly of me!
Splendiferous!
Darn, it’s in the wrong place. Pretend it’s below Astro’s family picture.
Astro — if I didn’t have too many kids (all of their friends) and animals, I’d adopt you — regardless of what your parents say (you would have to change schools — you could see how the other one third live). You’ve done a great job — especially love the big drum of brain bleach.
Why does the quilt have a face? I get that it represents the Gravatar-less commenters, but the expression of malice is creeping me out just a tiny bit. Maybe you could give it a slightly less menacing smile?
Alright. I changed it to a smiley face.
Aw, leave it Astro, it seems to be a ‘snark’ quilt.
Well, at this point, I’d have to redraw the whole quilt to put it back, as I’ve already begun shading.
Astro, that’s really something. I like it even better than a truck of bees.
I think I like being a small bear!
The first time I read through the names, I thought he said you were possibly a small beer.
Oh, how British! Scones, anyone?
How lovely! Is there any Devonshire cream?
No, but there’s honey. I have it on good authority that small bears like honey.
Tut, tut, looks like rain.
The small bear from my childhood much preferred marmalade, but he was from darkest Peru, so that might have something to do with it (or maybe he had a bad experience with a truck-load of bees and steered clear of the honey ‘cos of that).
Nice thing about a small beer is, you can have two!
Very nice, Astro! I hope this time around I can stay de-lurked long enough to become fambly. As it is, I’m just that weird neighbor who creeps around in the shrubbery and peers in the window every night. Once in a while I come over before coffee and mutter something nonsensical. Like this… only this is post-caffeine… which is just sad.
OK, leaving town now. Farewell til Thursday, fellow YSACers, unless I break down and head someplace with wifi to get my fix.
Lethe – hurry back – at least find some good wifi site while you are away.
…that weird neighbor who creeps around in the shrubbery and peers in the window every night. Once in a while I come over before coffee and mutter something nonsensical…
It’s like you’re a cat version of Taco!
Speaking of Taco…*looks around*…he doesn’t seem to be
stalking ushere today.Or you’re Gladys Kravitz.
Great job, Astro! I love the idea of “editions” of your YSaC Fambly mural to be produced periodically, and I am proud to be a small part of the First Edition. Carry on, young man! You do us all proud. *sniff*
Speaking of real life Sparkies http://ainebegonia.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sure-who-rert-is-but-someone-has-2.html
Lucky Rert!
I wonder if Rert is related to Frist. I always call Frist.
Maybe that’s his full name: Rert Frist.
At the risk of seeming Corey-ish, I’m going to say that this doesn’t really suck… although it is kind of dumb to just leave it out on the front lawn where anyone with strong-enough arm muscles could take it for free.
So what you are saying, Julia, is that: this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free. this house is for sale, I can take it for free.
Julia, the sucking in this instance is in a little humorous ambiguity about which door you’re meant to knock on. Presumably, Sparky intended for prospective buyers to walk up to the human-sized house, knock, and announce the desire to buy. Drmk, however, was poking fun at the possibility of misinterpreting the sign such that one should knock on the door of the pet-sized house that is itself for sale, as if someone inside might answer and accept the proffered payment.
I can explain any joke until it’s no longer funny, I can.
Even when it’s not funny….. it should be.
OK folks, time to think along the lines of Eric Burdon and the Animals, or even better– Lead Belly.
There is a house in YSaC Land,
Door like a risin’ sun.
And it’s been the ruin of many a po’ lis-ter,
an’ god, I know, I’m one.
My mother was the Llamanun,
Created many scenes.
My father was the Ostrimu,
The man behind the dreams.
Now mothers, tell your children,
Just to do what I have done.
Don’ waste your time in cheezeburgers,
Go straight to the YSaC one.
Huzza, Gramps!
Niiiiiiiiiice knees (as always!). 🙂
(figured I better throw that in since TM doesn’t seem to be around yet this morning)
Geez! You guys do know this is a man’s knees, right?
And I’m considering going back to my divine avatar. I don’t like this cross-gender appearance thing.
Well, then you’ll have to respond to “Niiiiiiiiiice B…, um…., aaaaa….., goddesses.”
Of course, we would worship your knees OR your goddesses – goes without saying.
And yes, do know they are a man’s knees, but I have never discriminated due to the gender of ones’ knees. I am a truly equal opportunity respecter of knees.
I like knees.
And…
You aren’t the only one with cross-gender appearance. 🙂
How’s your allergies?
From what I’ve seen and heard, pretty much anything that can be plural can refer to a lady’s(or goddess’) … knees.
Thanks for covering for me Gramp!
*Ahem*
Petalla truth, I’ve no knee to comment on Innana’s avatar anymore since Gramps handled them.
OI! What are you thinking Grampdaddy handled?!
Aw. You changed it, and now my drawing is obsolete…
Oh, no, Astro! Your drawing is still more awesome than a red table for sale free. It’s like a photograph; it captures one, perfect, moment in time.
Honest Innana, I didn’t handle anything – really! I keep my hands to myself.
*subsequent edit: Ooo, that came out all wrong…*
OOOh, sorry. I can change it back for the sake of art, if you like?
(or for the sake of AstroGnash).
Mmmm saké of art.
Perhaps a compromise can be reached if you were to put red halos around the… knees… of your divine avatar.
Oh Astro, We’re so proud of you – you’re getting all growed up.
*wipes tear from corner of eye, “Look Taco, Ir. Fractal, Isaac….. look at what our little Astro has suggested.”*
Here’s my question: AstroGnash or AstrogNash? Perhaps “Astroñash”?
AstroGnash. It’s based on Astro, which means star, and the appendix in RotK, which, because of a misprint, led me to believe Gnash was Orcish for “fire”, when I’ve since discovered the word is actually Ghash. So the name is meaningless. In my head, it’s always been pronounced “As-trug-nash”.
I always read it as a variant on the “Hulk SMASH” comic book cry.
Astro GNASH! Rawr, snark, grumble, rawr again…
Yes, I always pictured the dog from the Jetsons getting so frustrated that he was grinding his teeth.
Well, the origin of my screenname came when I was 8, and had created a character on an online roleplaying club related to the Redwall series of books, by Brian Jacques, and I liked the character name of Starfire, but I wanted a name for my otter that was a.) less feminine, and b. )not already the screen name of a one time and famous member of the Redwall Online Community.
No relation whatsoever to Hulk or the Jetsons. Over the years, I’ve also gone by Blaztro (a corruption of Blastro), Blastro (originated when I was 12 and briefly into Pokemon again, as a combo of Astro and Blastoise), Doc_H (on the Zoo Tycoon forums), Rockfire, Furgo (which has no meaning at all, so don’t try to analyze it. It was just nonsense out of my head), and other aliases, but Astrognash has been there from the start, and it’s the one I’ve stuck with most.
This almost totally pointless broadcast has been brought to you by The Secret North American Penguin Underground
Astro:
I love you and your art is kick-***, but you’re making me feel old, here.
When I was 8, we didn’t have a computer. Most people didn’t. And there was no internet. We also didn’t have a microwave, a VCR, cable television or a cordless phone.
*goes and sits with Grampdaddy and tells Astro to get off the lawn*
Ok, we had most of those things before I was 15, so now I’m over it.
*moves back away from Grampdaddy, slowly, so as not to startle him*
LRC
What?
Who?
Huh?
*snore*
Actually LRC, I can really identify with what you said, except:
Yesterday Isaac commented that he was reading Milton for college when (or before) Astro was born and I did a quick bit of math (non-cat type) and realized that I was most likely reading Milton for college before Isaac’s parents thought about him being born.
Yes, there are days when I feel more old than I want to, but I’m still young enough to refuse to grow up. Now, if I could just get up, I’d shake my cane at you.
Awwwww, Gramps. Have several elebnty doors, and many more, too many to list.
For Father’s Day I took my Dad to a cafe in town, which he loves because it has the following quote entirely covering one wall:
“You don’t stop playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing”.
Not sure who it’s attributed to, but I heart the sentiment. It’s written on the wall against which they place the boxes of toy cars and trucks and blocks, which Dad and I have a great time playing with whenever we go there. The waitresses are used to it, I think.
Astro:
I love you and your art is kick-***, but you’re making me feel old, here.
When I was 8, we didn’t have air. We had to make our own.*
We didn’t have color television – we had to color on the screen with crayons, but that was ok because we didn’t have any channels – we had to make our own television programs, too.** As a matter of fact, we didn’t even have any color – everything – the whole world – was black and white. The big, complete Crayola crayon boxes only had two crayons.*** But we were tough, we made do. Or we made doo. Maybe we made do-doo – I don’t remember.
* Might possibly not be true
** Maybe not true
*** Who am I kidding?
Say “Goodnight” Gracie…
Goodnight, Gracie.
Goodnight, Grampdaddy.
Goodnight, Astro and Windy and anyone else still awake on YSaC.
Goodnight, Moon.
Man, we need to open a YSaC oldfolks home.
But, instead of shuffleboard and canasta, it’s mine hors and snark.
… and vodka.
… and a loaf of coffee.
Hey, I’m not old! I was…:does the math:
Yikes. I was Astro’s age when he was born.
Okay, now I feel old.
You may ask yourself, is this my beautiful house?
No, no it is not. But you can buy it for free for a firm $25 OBO if you knock three times on the front door if you want it. Twice on the back, if the answer is no.
Three times on the ceiling, means to meet you in the hallway?
Truck full o’ bees
Means you ain’t gonna show
Knock three times and send mine hores if you want me…
Oh, my darling, knock three times on some mine hores if you want me
Twice with cat math if the answer is no, oh, my brain bleach
Not.A.Lion. means you’ll meet me in the hallway
Mmm, twice HYPNO-DOGS (woof, woof) means you ain’t gonna show
Mmm. I love this song. Elebenty a doors for the best earworm evah!!!!1!!!!!111!
Irregular Fractal: What’s Greek for “Twice on the back, if the answer is no”?
Sorry, but my language experience is German….
Grampdaddy: I thought we established the other day that Greek means on the back?
(Eeewwwwwww! I just squicked myself out.)
Hmmmmm, I thought we had established it was rimmed with gold and sent from Germany with Taco’s t-shits.
Ooooooh! Gold! Shiny, sparkly gold – what were we talking about? And where did I get “Irregular Fractal” in my first pos – Shiny!
“Taco’s t-shits”
*SPLUTTER*
Damn waste of a good Manhattan!
Αυτός είναι αυτό που είπε. Αποκτήστε ένα δωμάτιο …
Oops, should be below with the rest of the Greek – my mistake.
Δύο φορές στην πλάτη, εάν η απάντηση είναι αριθ.
Ooh! Greek! I must get out my knowledge Mathimatika Gates for this! **gets out Catbacus** No… **gets out Google** aha!
Αυτός είναι αυτό που είπε
Αφύσικα ψηλά άλκη!
Excellent!! Eleventy-billion doors for you, Astro!
Thank you Capn. I knew all my questions would be answered upon your arrival.
*Taco comes running into the YSaC Snark lounge; hair messed up, eyes bloodshot, and a face full of stubble that might have been a 5 o’clock shadow 3 days ago.*
Crap! Sorry I’m late, boy that traffic was really… uh… slow… this morning.
Uh… that’s taking mobile homes to a new extreme! Eh? Eeeeeeh?
*Sighs*
Where’s my coffee?
(Busy morning at work. Everything decided to break before I could even pour a cup of awake.)
Ooh. *gives Taco a HUGE slice of coffee*
On the 11th day of coffee my true love said to me:
HOLYGODWHYDOIKEEPDRINKINGALLTHISCOFFEE
THEREISNOREASONISHOULDHAVETODRINKSO
MUCHCOFFEEEALLTHETIMEWHATISWRONGWITH
YOUPEOPLESTOPMAKINGMEDRINKALLTHISCOFFEE
ANDPOURMEANOTHERCUPWHILEYOUREATIT!
Out of curiosity, what HTML tag did you use to get larger text (at least I assmue that it’s larger and not an optical illusion)?
I think it might just be all caps and bold. But, knowing Taco, I’m sure it’s MASSIVE!
I’M PRETTY SURE THAT’S JUST CAPS IN BOLD.
YEP, I THINK ISAAC’S RIGHT.
ISAACISTOTALLYRIGHTALLIDIDWASBOLDALLCAPSTYPING
NOW I’M WONDERING (SOMEWHAT IDLY) WHETHER THERE’S ANY SORT OF A SENTENCE THAT CAN BE WRITTEN IN BOLD (AND IN ALL CAPS) WITHOUT SEEMING TO HAVE BEEN SHOUTED BY THE WRITER OF SAID SENTENCE…. ANYONE CARE TO MAKE AN ATTEMPT?
BACONTINI, GENTLY CARESS YOUR BACK WIT THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS, WHILE WHISPERING INTO YOUR EAR, “I LOVE YOU, FINE LADY.”
BACONTINI NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU ISAAC, HE WAS ADDRESSING DE METAPHORICAL REPRESENTATION OF LADYNESS.
BACONTINI IS HERE FOR EVERYONE, BUT HE NOT THINK ISAAC ROLL DAT WAY.
Wow. It’s like what would happen if Lothario was deaf. And happened to be a meat-based cocktail.
TM, I have well chilled vodka if you need a non-caffeinated alternative. That’s right, just hold your bowl out for me.
You know, in many ways these new voyer cams don’t blend in very well.
A “voyer cam” would, of course, be a small room (camera) just inside the entryway (foyer), but in what language?
Or is it some sort of engine part?
It’s what the French camera salesperson says:
Voila, a camera for you, Monsieur.
Don’t you mean Foiyay?
What?
Misjay….
Gramps, I hope that’s not Pig Latin.
Isaac, can’t be – wouldn’t be kosher.
Astro in the box, for goodness sake!
Welcome back, Windy!
My new theory is that if I comment A LOT, eventually something will get in the box and you can punch me.
I think it will work. I started commenting after lurking for a long time. I got in the box the other day. It was a exciting moment. =)
LRC, You may have a practice punch if you like. 8)
Alright, Mr. Aνεμολόγιο!
Nope, you’ve lost me there. Apparently my google translate and your google translate are not facebook friends.
(and, pssst, I’m a Mrs. what-ever-the-heck-you-called-me)
Edited to add: Oh, wait. You were talking to Windrose. nevermind. These are not the droids you are seeking.
Yes. Also, my Google translate is under the impression that Aνεμολόγιο means “Wind Rose”.
Hey! I’m a missus too! Just ask my husband!
Windy! I tried to ask you on a prior post, but I didn’t consider the fact that I was rechecking the post the morning after its original posting (to see if anyone had said something after I went to bed…being on the east coast AND being originally from the west coast, I have a heightened awareness of time differences) so you haven’t seen it. Anyway…you said something about checking my FB friends, and I asked if you’re one of my friends…and I said that, since I know who three out of my four YS@C FB friends are, if you say yes, I’ll know which one is you. SOOOO…are you?
Yes. Yes, I am. I recognized your cat. 8) My name is in one of the forum threads so that anyone who wanted to friend me on Facebook could do so. Thanks for clarifying!
Aha! That’s right, I was using the same Severus picture as a profile picture for a while. Okay, I know who you are now. 😉
Well, folks, that’s our snark for today! Astro, Punchity punch punch!
G’Night, Woodstock!