jdmorse

...and to think it was so nice to visit till that crazy uncle Joe shows up smelling like elderberries.

Hail and Well met Ser Seanachai for who amongst this offal, can keep the dulcet tones of erudition, bard indeed, alive such as you. Since that first thread I have admired your riposte, (and thus egged you own at Peng's expense) and truly only the OLD ONES I grant respect, certainly not that poseur Joe Small Friends indeed, if by such interlocutory I must acknowledge the innocence and devilishness of the young, esp at 5. But then I am his grand pere and have many names as well, one of which seems to be variations on "poppa being an 'old dog'". They do provide the ur source for many a riposte at their parents expense, a core benefit of having lived long enough to understand why we, in ancient times, used to die young...so we would not kill our the offspring of our loins. (Esp if they move back in!) Thus I wish you and your family a boon of health and more importantly, time, and while I tend to doze off half way through the perilousness of your prose, I am sure it is of a similar ken.

Ah Michael, Michael. Since you use latex gloves to avoid your DNA being left where they can run a match I can understand. Despite the fact that we are a mere 206 miles distant....well let's just leave it. When last I frequented these parts you were but a choke throated neotenous androgynial mass of pubescence. Nice to see that your shy awkwardness, endearing as it maybe, persists, an Axis 2 disorder of the first magnitude, no doubt heredity has a role. Yep, up in the 'hollers of the Olympics, things can get a might twitchy.

Hey Boo. Still the reprobate I see. Yep, the Justicar of my present alternative existence has granted a short pass, as long as the meds last. Course there was that incident....but I swear I thought she was older...

It still exists, Time for my Quadrennial dose of thorazine mixed with various other drugs and isolate in a sensory depravation chamber, knock back a tequila and drop by for a visit. I see we still do not have lives, good on you, and my greetings and deprecations to all of those who are not yet senile to remember who I was, hell not that I even remember that. Joe, Seanachai, Boo, Michael, dalem, Stuka. OGSF etc. Oh yes I loathe you all....ahhh that felt good. Now piss off.

So we fight them here so we won't have to fight them there? Is that it Joe So they do not steal our precious bodily fluids (of cess). The Justicariate Department of Homeland Security eh? You're doing a heck of a job Joey

Joe Simply because it irritates you ..... although I suppose a case can be made that the Justicate is the tyranny you create, while the Justicariate is the organization, the means or method by which you seek to undermine the freedom that the pool was created to preserve. [ June 03, 2006, 04:31 PM: Message edited by: jdmorse ]

The mere notion that one of our house would so toady to join a Justicurate Inquisition, for that is what it well be, certainly sullies our name. Therefore, I can think of no more fitting an assistant for Sir 37mm than one of the Mormon Wives perhaps ...

There are some things that make ones hands and soul temor. That man is one When did we make you a Knight? Were we drunk at the time? Why are you not on the website? Do you owe me money? Joe </font>

Hmm, like some drunken sailor the Shavian progentitor seems to have been both loose and prolific in spreading his 'love' around

Joe Surely Jabo as an introduction is still around in some form of afterbirth. It was your creation afterall. Or have you tried to suppress all knowledge of the product of a fetidly dank and gamey mind.

Croda my boy. Yer mum sends her love and says she can't wait for 'that thing you do' that makes her.... well, smile. She said you'd remember.

Ahhh Lurkur So your of our line, eh? Come over here boy, stop pulling yer forlock and let's see yer teeth. See if Boo has improved the breeding stock, or proved a wastrel. Now if Croda actually manifests, well the apocalypse may indeed be upon us.

Hmmm do you feel threatened? Such an insistence on your 'rightful place' Nor can you say fallen away, for I have returned anonce and anon to venture into the pool from time to time. Get my ticket punched so to say. While Inactive, or perhaps quiescent are more apropos. Those who seek to hold by rules simply betray their insecurities, and so Joe, if measured by any measure has a veritable plethora of wriggling, squirmy squishy things. best not look. We of House Lex, while acknowledging the value of the Law also see it as a plastic malleable thing that defines us in an ever evolving synthesis... at least by the page. We have always opposed your ways Justicar, and always will. An element of anarchy, with a dose of syndicalism mixed in if you please. You serve, but do not rule eh? Yon Cassius, of a leaner and hungrier visage, perhaps

You may approach and kiss the House signet, however empty your pockets before you approach, there's a good boy Boo