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hugo_sam said:
I am constantly astounded by the beautiful, intelligent, witty women of AH. They truly are an exceptional grouping of people, far above the 'norm' in intelligence, nimbleness, mental toughness and artist ability. You are a queen among them.
Good to see you tonight.
I've lived in both, the people you are both with and surrounded by determines the impact of the weather on your views. I would trade southern warm temps in a heartbeat to be back among diversity and intelligence.

*hugs*


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Compliment my intelligence, and you'll have a friend for life! :D

Good to see you about, too. Insomnia bug has bitten me, I think. It's storming like hell outside and I'm as excited as a kid at Christmas!
 
matriarch said:
The voice of sanity.
Thanks Hugo.
I have to get ready now so I can be out of here by 8.00. I'll catch up with you all when I get back this evening.
Drive Safe and Enjoy your visit.
*hugs*
 
McKenna said:
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Compliment my intelligence, and you'll have a friend for life! :D

Good to see you about, too. Insomnia bug has bitten me, I think. It's storming like hell outside and I'm as excited as a kid at Christmas!
I remeber the excitment of a strong snow storm. Downstate we didin't have so much campared to when I lived just off the Eastern shore of Lake Erie. Then we had storms.
I still get excited when we get the 'dusting' we get here every 4 or 5 years.
Insomnia is just about my way of life.
Good to see you.
*hugs*
 
McKenna said:
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Compliment my intelligence, and you'll have a friend for life! :D


you know what they say about making the pretty ones feel smart and the smart ones feel pretty...

with McK it's kinda easy, cause either path is the correct one...
 
I'm going to assume that the depths of darkest night have messed with Dar~'s vision...


Girl, it's later for you then it is for me! At least I have the Nano excuse. Get thee to bed...

which is where I'm going anyway.

and if you want to take that as an invitation, that's fine. but you have to explain it to my wife... :D

but as the guest you can choose where each of the three of us sleep
 
I'm wonderfully stunned by your offer to come pick up my girls so that I can spend the afternoon with my boy. Going for a walk and hot cocoa with you and your puppies will delight them and build serious bridges. They are amazing kids, Babe. You will fall in love with them just like you fell in love with me. And then you'll be lost to us. I might as well knit you a Christmas Stocking now. I have the distinct impression you're going to be around...
 
logophile said:
I'm wonderfully stunned by your offer to come pick up my girls so that I can spend the afternoon with my boy. Going for a walk and hot cocoa with you and your puppies will delight them and build serious bridges. They are amazing kids, Babe. You will fall in love with them just like you fell in love with me. And then you'll be lost to us. I might as well knit you a Christmas Stocking now. I have the distinct impression you're going to be around...
:kiss: :rose: :)
 
I just want to be sure. I can't live not knowing, definitively, when the false security of it is something I've built my life around. Please mean it when you say it . . . I just want to feel safe again, but for the right reasons.
 
Outside my window, in the park, is a lovers bench where dreams are gathered and lives unfold. I'm in danger of becoming a voyeur, yet I find the intimacy hypnotic to observe. I could write histories of these unknown peoples lives from their gestures and the way they touch.
 
i like apples in fall. They just seem to be a little crisper than in summer for some reason. :cathappy:
 
sophia jane said:
Be risky? Be safe? Be smart? Have fun? Why do we have to choose? Grrr.
i've got the sudden urge to grab a chain and start tugging for some odd reason...
 
neonlyte said:
Outside my window, in the park, is a lovers bench where dreams are gathered and lives unfold. I'm in danger of becoming a voyeur, yet I find the intimacy hypnotic to observe. I could write histories of these unknown peoples lives from their gestures and the way they touch.


:rose:

I so love the art of observation. Methinks you could be a kindred.
 
Don't you just love it when you write a few pages and thenhave to scrap it, realizing you've done nothing to propel the story along.

Ah well, a good exercise in writing dialog. I've saved it to a new file. :eek:
 
McKenna said:
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Compliment my intelligence, and you'll have a friend for life! :D

Good to see you about, too. Insomnia bug has bitten me, I think. It's storming like hell outside and I'm as excited as a kid at Christmas!

Have I said recently how arousing I find your intellect? Consider it done.

*HUGS* for yui.
 
i've just been told there's something really not right with me. Well duh. :rolleyes: Doesn't matter, though, it works well for me.
 
I've always been attracted to McKenna's intellect- especially the black ones.
 
Alas, poor Horatio, I knew you well.
A fellow of infinite jest and spirit,
Wont to set me roaring when Windows collapsed
In spite of us both - but you no less bitter than I.
More an antique Roman than a Dane,
You stood nobly by me through every trial,
Even when an unwitting friend
Shot a screw through your skull and your USB cable.

You were with me when Will came into my mind
With a hoof-beat and a whisk of tail;
You were there when Edgemont whispered to me
That it was time for the pen and all sacrifice with it.
You were there when I became the horse.
We were one.

When you heard Death's footfall, you thought nothing of yourself;
Only gave warning of your flagging drive
And saved all that was dear to me, held in your care.
Thrice taken to earth in the undiscovered country,
You returned each time renewed and redoubled,
And never once left your post until backups were safely run.

I cannot follow now -
Not to the chop shop of odds and ends on the workbench
Where your mortal frame will reside,
But to that farthest land from whose borders no man returns,
Nor any thing of thought or spirit that once was dear to him.
Rest well, Horatio, with your job well done,
And your passing, when that moment comes, much mourned.
 
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