Yep. BA and MA from State. Grew up in EL and my parents lived on campus when I was born. Will join you in the Groucho glasses corner, especially since I committed the additional offense of going from MSU to OSU.
(I’ve lived in Columbus a really really long time now, so I claim dual citizenship.)
Sorry I’ve been neglecting this thread. I just got a rather vexing Internet problem solved, and can now get online from home. It’ll be a bit easier to find my place now. There are three Comcast guys on spikes in the fron yard.
Anyway. My daughter is visiting from 8/3-8/13, so it’d be easier for me to do this after 8/13. What dates work for other folks?
So, is this likely to be an [del]orgy[/del] dopefest that starts on a Saturday? What time approximately? My problem is that I have to haul ass up from Ohio after working Saturday’s until 4-5pm. I’ll be there for the important stuff.
Do we eat breakfast on Sun AM? Will Gfactor be flipping the omlets? Can his current squeeze cook? This is important.
Hey iophobon, anyone and everyone is welcome, from lurker to full-on contributor. It’s a blast: good conversation, plenty of laughs, food, drinks (if you wish), and we usually break the night down by playing some geeky board games.
Late August is iffy for me; our boys go back to school then. When a date is set, I’ll check my calendar; I’d like to come but am just not sure I’ll be able to get away.
I didn’t even know it existed anymore. Serves me right for listening to sports talk and NPR exclusively, though. cmyk, if you want her, you can have her. She’s cheap to feed. She’s housebroken, too.
We’ve had budget cutbacks. If we forgo the games and drinks, we can rent two sheep and an inflatable bounce house. But where’s the fun in that without a ton of alcohol?
There’s the answer. Just bring over a ton of canadian beer.
I had a roommate in college who came from this area. He had a story about Arthur Penhallow on RIF. Artie announced, “Turn your radio up for this next important message”. So Bobo turned his radio up a notch.
Art cooed into the mike, “Turn it up… louder”. Bob turned the knob a few more clicks.
Arthur whispered, “Turn it up… all the way”. By now, Bob was SURE something important was coming, so he cranked it for all it was worth.