Well . . . Ummm . . . You see sometimes it gets a bit crazy like, and you don’t always want to get the authorities involved. But licenced? ::looks around:: Of course I’m licences what type of opperation do you think I’m running here we don’t go stabbing people in the throats with butterknifes with out a licence.
So Loki are there ever times you don’t take pictures? Like in the bedroom?
Daphne, I really enjoy a good photograph that’s shocking, or surprising. Anything that will get the viewer’s attention and start their imagination running full tilt.
Have you ever seen the picture of Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald? Now, there’s a great photograph. Oredigger77, I can’t say that I’ve ever set out to photograph anything in a bedroom. I can say, too, that I’ve never taken a photograph in a bathroom.
(Though, to tell the truth, while I was in the Navy I’d had one of my shipmates try to talk me into taking a photograph of what he was calling a monster turd he’d just dropped into the toilet. I declined.)
I am going to be offline all day, and won’t be back till late. Thus I won’t be around to respond to any Official Guesses that any hosts might make. I am going to leave it up to you – if a host makes an Official Guess (and it must be so labeled) about you, you may respond to it, either to confirm or deny. Remember to speak OOG (out of game) if you’re not going to be using your quirk in that response.
Have fun and behave yourselves (if those two things aren’t in conflict …)
Most days I’m on during working hours, not so much on the weekends. I think I would die if the Dope got blocked at work! I was really worried when we got bought by a large company - but they didn’t block it. Whew!
I mean, how would I research stuff? You guys are the best resource there is! Although I could be a resource myself, for Rules of Order and the like.
Yes, I have. Sometimes you get a good memento, and people want to see it. Like what happened to Zapruder? So, I get to have my hobby be a bit self-supporting.
I had a dog who loved voles. He’d catch them, carry them to us, so we’d know just how excellent a hunter he was, then he’d try to get us to play tug with them.
Then he’d eat 'em.
The worst part was the time that we went on a vacation, leaving him with my mother’s parents, who owned a small farm. My grandmother freaked out, because he stopped eating. And we were gone a week, and he’d barely nibble at his dog food.
She hadn’t realized just how completely he’d been feeding himself on the local rodents and insectivores. He’d ended up gaining weight during the time he was “starving” himself.
I’m not familiar with Cummings work, so really can’t comment.
Mondays are one of my favorite TV nights, House of course is the greatest. Ok, so the medicine is spotty at best but it’s a terrific drama. I also love Bones. If you’re not familiar with it, it follows forensic anthropoligist Dr Temperence “Bones” Brennan and FBI special agent Seeley Booth. Someones dies and they have to solve it, usually from skeletal remains or the like. It’s a pretty cool show, but like House not overly attached to technological and medical constraints.
I swear we’re not dangerous! It was the guests, after all, whose idea the emergency tracheotomy was.
Where has everyone gone.
Antinor, I understand now that your alliteration is voluntary rather than necessary. Would you make a non-alliterative post? Just to indulge me? I could go scouting for more pie if need be. Or talk some more about Star Trek… (I dated a ST fanatic for 2.5 years, I’m excellent at playing along in such discussions).