It seems like you’ve answered this, maybe before the GREAT '02 CRACKER OUTRAGE, and I can’t remember.
Some say a cracker is just an evil hacker, but the point being moot, I’ll go with the folks who were angry at the term “hacker”, and stick with cracker. Mmm, oh, yeah, why is it you don’t have a PC or even webtv, as I do?
Your threads seem to sometimes get lost over the weekends and of course you can’t post to anyone else for two days.(Three, in this case).
Dear Ike—I find that if you spray the lint-trap with Static Guard it will come out in a snap! And if you gather together enough of the lint, you can make a dandy hair-rat for when you want that Gibson Girl pompadour look.
Absolutely brilliant, you mean I don’t have to interact with mean nasty bad people IRL and I can just stay home instead?
It almost seems worth a try except for one thing. I’m addicted to human contact in all its many forms.
It’s kind of like banging my head against the wall. The wall doesn’t care but at least I get to feel like I’m doing something. Also, it feels so damn good when you stop.
ageless—I like being unplugged. I have enough ways to waste time at home, especially when I should be writing. I don’t even answer the phone unless I want to talk. I figure, I have e-mail and internet access at work; that is quite sufficient.
That being said, I will probably be online at home in the next year or so. My printer died, and they no longer make printers compatible with my old Edison wind-up computer. So I will probably have to upgrade to an iBook, and all the mishegas that goes with it.
Now. Anyone have any questions on anwering marriage proposals by mail? What shoes go with that bag? How to disengage oneself from a masher in a hansom cab?
Mr. Chance—was this a formal invitation? If so, did it specify dress? If not, a dark business suit, white shirt and spectacular silk tie will suffice. It’s always better to underdress than overdress.
Ageless—Just remember, a Lady never enters a hansom cab. They call them “loose boxes,” and your reputation will never be recovered if you are seen in one. Next thing you know, you’ll find yourself posing in tights in the Police Gazette!
Dear essvee—I have seen many women in the Shop-Rite wheeling babies around in their shopping cart, so I assume you can get them there. I have never been down that aisle, but I’ll bet it’s the one they’re always calling for a clean-up in.