Thanks, I appreciate the invite. I’m up in Flint so it’s a bit of a drive. 
Have fun, though. Apples to Apples is a blast.
I know I dominated the last time we played Apples to Apples. Then again, I’m flawless in my performance in meatspace against Dopers in board games.
I should have a championship beltmade.
That belt’s a little small.
I’m on my way guyses and girlses…
Have fun, all. I didn’t get home until about 2am last night and am still recovering from spending all of yesterday on planes and in airports. I’ll catch you in 2010.
Here are some photos: Detroit, December 2009 | Flickr
Point raised during last night’s discourse: Heller Highwater is a fuddy-duddy, and the Michigan contingent on the board overwhelmingly approves avatars, picture embedding, video embedding, and doing away with the on-board search function.
Hope you’re feelin’ better Fiver… we missed ya!
Also, great photos, G. I should’ve thought to take your camera and point it your way a couple times.
Other points raised during discourse:
Platypus milk might be a cure-all for all known diseases and maladies. However, there is only one way to discover this: Lick its nipple-holes. To date, no one has attempted this.
Also, human milk should be pasteurized and homogenized and packaged as Mother’s Milk™. Found in your dairy aisle!
No problem. I’ll just photoshop myself in later. If you’re feeling motivated, here isa good shot of me. Just feel free to paste me in wherever.
http://blog.hyptyo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/truedobbsheadbitmap72dpi.gif
My spleen and I were there in spirit.
In fact, I think I saw your spleen ghost. It shot across the room, and right into the Mac & Cheese casserole. Then again, I did have a few drinks. Then again… SPLEEN GHOSTS!!!
That pipe makes you look all fatherly. And creepy. Can I call you dad?!
I’d like to change my username to “Stitch and Bitch” now.
Yeah, but nobody would know what it means. Lord knows we didn’t.
“Knit very old one! Knit like the wind!”
(It would make an awesome user name)
I imagine it’s what an ornery mom would do right after “Shake n’ Bake.”
That and Shakespeare’s Uterus.
It’s almost like poetry, that.
Your mother calls me dad!
Oh snap!
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grampa?!