I’m abandoning good manners and water cooler chit-chat. I’m going to grunt and snort expressively. I’m going to hurl stones to illustrate my displeasure. I’m going to hunt Mastadon and live in a cave like Fred Flintstone.
I’ve had it with the modern world. I’m going to evolve. Or devolve. Whatever.
I have to point out that announcing your decision to become one with your pre-historic heritage on a high-tech message board smacks just a tad of irony.
Good luck on that, there can be some real energy savings to cave living. You can save a lot on heating and cooling if done properly. Also as Hal pointed out, Car Insurance.
BTW, wassup with the Jersey contingent checking in on this thread early?
[unfortunate serious hijack]I’m sorry, I can’t drive. I haven’t been able to work in two months because I’m having as yet undiagnosed-cause dizzy spells. One of the big problems is that I can’t drive any distance. (Riding with someone else is out too - it’s the motion that brings on the dizziness apparently). Probably some inner ear thing, but absolutely zero hearing loss, so I’m good there.
Don’t worry about me, I actually feel fine and there’s no reason to believe there’s anything seriously wrong going on. I’m not sick. In fact, I’m having a great time! I’m one of those people whose best dream is to be locked in her own home, so this is about as good as it gets. But I can’t come to a DopeFest. I’m sorry, especially about you, Jim, as I run into you more often than Draelin or Hal, and I think you’re one of the nicest people on the SDMB. (I’m not saying anything negative about Draelin or Hal <well, baa, maybe>, it’s just that I run across Jim more often and so know him better - I hang out in the Pit a lot.) But unless you want to hold a DopeFest in my living room, I can’t come. Sorry!
Actually, I’ve got a pretty nice living room. But parking would be limited - it’s an urban residential neighborhood. That being said, you’re all certainly welcome! Just let me know in advance! But you MUST bring Eve! If I’m ever going to give a party, Miss Dorothy Parker Manners must be there!
Actually the invitation was dead serious. If you guys decided right now you wanted to change your next DopeFest to my house, I’d have not the slightest problem with that; it’s not like I’m going anywhere! And I’ll betcha I could get Twickster to come, even though she’s PA.