After checking out the picture page mentioned above, I’ll say I’m shocked that you don’t have men throwing themselves at you feet on a daily basis, auntie em.
I’d say the quote I use frequently in your threads is absolutely true.
“I agree with auntie em. She is very wise and stunningly beautiful”
Dem’s fightin’ words, Homebrew! While I’m not quite sure about auntie em’s apparent lure of gay men, I will admit to an instant love of any woman who lives in the Land O’ Oz. And since she’s the only one I’m aware of who hails from there (right now, at any rate), I’m hooked! 
If I didn’t know you were a gay man, Homebrew, I’d swear you were trying to get into my drawers! I honestly believe (and although it seems as though I’m fishing for compliments, here, I assure you it’s not the case) that I look like Near-Death Elvis in that photo–bloated (I was packing at least 20 extra lbs. then), and stoned (though I don’t smoke pot). Add a few sequins and sweat beads, and I’m there.
Of course, maybe that’s how your taste runs, in which case:
We’re caught in a trap…
I can’t walk out…
Becuz ah luv yew tew much bay bay…
Oh, and SkipMagic, I’d love some of your Gnome-King magic, but you’ll have to split your affections between me and Baker… she’s here in the Emerald City with me (I think she’s still in getting her hair done and toes painted, but she’ll be out momentarily). And she makes a killer chocolate pecan pie. 
A friend of mine this weekend was flipping through the pictures of my digital camera. She stopped at your picture and said “who is she?”
I told her.
“Oh. She’s cute, don’t you think?”
I agreed.
She’s straight though so I’m not sure if there’s a crush just yet. But one can always hope.
Hey, I said high-powered telescopes, not high-powered rifles. (Though I did have a twinge of panic after I clicked submit…)
Why can’t you see
What you’re doin’ to me
When you don’t believe a word I say
Two women in Oz? Well now, I’m just golden. Makes wasting all this time at work waiting for the boards to load worthwhile. I live just North of Quadling Country in Fuddlecomjig, so I’d have to come visit you, Baker and her killer chocolate pecan pie; of course, like the Fuddles, I’d fall to pieces over you. 
Hey Ender! Where are you? Are you on the road yet? Have you eaten any Roadfood?
Well, we can’t go on together with suspicious minds, so I guess I’ll have to believe you. 
Well, hell, bring a few of the Fuddles along. They can maybe dance for us after dinner?
Actually…if you got it from crushlink.com, it isn’t spam—I think.
Someone sent that to me a few months ago, and I was pissed, because I used that particular email address so that it would remain spam-free, sent out a yahoo address to all the internet things that require an email and might sell my address. But I am still spam-free at the personal email address, so it seems that crushlink.com doesn’t sell.
FWIW.
Drastic, auntie em, I’m laughing my ass off here!
I got one of those and deleted it without a second thought. Knew it had to be bogus.
Tomorrow I start out. Oklahoma first. Check it out here.
Also I’ll have a website up to describe my travels.
http://fff.fathom.org/pages/enderw24/
Yes, it sucks right now. It’s a work in progress.
I’m done hijacking your thread now, AE.
Interesting thought, really. We can stand guard over a huddled, shivering mass of them with stern looks on our faces and even more stern whips in our hands. (“Evil” whips is what I was going for, but then I got sidetracked by whether it should be “more stern” or “sterner” and thought, what the hell, I’ll throw one in there and let the dopers correct me. That’s much more amusing than actually opening my dictionary just a few centimeters away.)
“Dance for me!” auntie em will say. “One of you has a crush on me and none of you will live until I ferret out whomever it is!”
“Help us, Glinda the Good!” a Fuddle will cry out. “This is not the merry land of Oz, this is HELL!”
Another Fuddle will look at me in supplication. “Can you help us, Mr. SkipMagic? Send for Ozma or the Scarecrow or the Wizard?”
“Nah,” I’ll say. “This is my story and I’m just twisted enough to see her go through with the pain, the torture–you know, the whole ‘Marquis’ genre. After all, I gotta find out who the competition is. Plus I watched a lot of television when I was younger, even played a few video games; and let me tell you, Pac-Man desensitized me to violence.”
Hmm…this might be why, although I work in a school district, they won’t let me tell stories to the kids.
He he he I guessed my crush in the first three emails
Well, it’s pretty easy when you only know two people.
I’m joking, I’m joking!
I personally love this story, Skip! Which is maybe why they might not want me teaching Catholic boys…
Hey, you can’t touch me there, you’re not my priest!
:d&r:
::Auntie Em brandishes whip::
Now, Skip! I’ll not have that in my classroom! I don’t care if you were raised by Fuddles, I expect you to behave like a proper young man!
And for your information, Father Feelup was checking all of the boys for colonic polyps that day!
::d&r::