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Post by kaffymoo on Apr 20, 2011 8:39:00 GMT -5
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! *melts into a gigantic puddle of goo from which she may never return*
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Post by bjørn on Apr 20, 2011 9:12:59 GMT -5
BOT
"tickling the penguin" wNOTbagnfarb, but it does sound like a euphemism for something fun and at least slightly naughty.
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Post by bjørn on Apr 20, 2011 9:13:49 GMT -5
Glad you liked it . . . . . .
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Post by bjørn on Apr 20, 2011 13:29:37 GMT -5
How 'bout now?
Also, I have discovered that I can create multiple skins, and a member can select whichever s/he likes by modifying her/his profile.
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Post by bjørn on Apr 20, 2011 15:41:02 GMT -5
I feel like I'm just talking to myself . . . . . . Okay here'a link www.theodora.com/html_colors.html to a color chart. I think you can have anything you like for the two main message colors. Tell me the codes and I'll plunk them into the skin. here's a sample swatch
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Post by dragonwriter on Apr 21, 2011 10:16:54 GMT -5
Sorry, can't talk right now...still trying to reconstitute Kaffy. It's a little tricky when the *SPLORT* is this advanced.
(the really dark purple is a cool color, though!)
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Post by kaffymoo on Apr 21, 2011 17:12:18 GMT -5
While I love a good mess-around, I like the current page colours with the background image. I have an almost rabid dislike of glaring white, so this is quite mellow and pleasing.
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Post by bjørn on Jul 14, 2011 8:45:19 GMT -5
BOT
A little apprehensive . . . . .
Stephen, a.k.a Turk, was my best friend for 30 years. It started with junior high stuff - basketball and bicycles, mostly. He’s the most quick-witted comedian I’ve ever known; always ready with the mot juste that could shoot the milk (or later wine or beer) out your nose. A dangerous man to share a meal with. An incredible natural musician, he taught me to play the guitar, mostly so he’d have someone to play rhythm while he played lead and sang. We wrote songs and performed at various venues – rarely for pay, although before we were out of high school we’d won $300 at a talent contest. I spent at least half of my time in high school at this house. Turk lived with his mom, Babe; his father lived in Texas. Babe was the quintessential “cool mom”. She loved having all the gang around. As she said - at least if we were tearing up her house she knew we weren’t doing anything worse – and she loved me in particular. Silly woman thought I was a good influence on her somewhat wilder son. We went to different colleges, but remained very close. He formed real bands and was a professional musician for a few years, I’d drive 100 miles round trip in decrepit old VW bus to watch them play. In our poor post-college days, we regularly had music parties, ten to twenty friends in the living room drinking beer while Turk and I played requests – Dylan, the Stones, Hank Williams, Beatles, Bob Wills – and lots of extemporized blues. Anyone who felt like chimed in with a verse. He moved to Texas in the early 80s, but came back to visit regularly. I got married, he got married – things didn’t change all that much. We still played and sang and laughed hard and drank harder Our wives were great friends. We visited them in Houston 5 or 6 times over the course of 12 years, and they came up here at least that many times. It seemed like Lolly (Mrs. Turk) was always pregnant, but they only had three boys, so I must be remembering wrong. Then about twelve years ago, they stopped answering letters or returning phone messages. Nothing too dramatic at first, but after eight or nine months it was obviously not just bad timing. Finally, after we sent a letter and package that could not possibly be ignored, we got a form Family Christmas letter – the signatures were the only remotely personal touch. The letter started by thanking “Our Lord Jesus Christ for all his blessings” and went on in that vein to a pious conclusion. They had accepted Jesus into their hearts and made it pretty clear that that left no room there for anyone else. I was surprised, and very puzzled, but not angry. We sent a few more cards and letters, but receiving no response, eventually gave up. The obituary for Turk’s mom was in the paper yesterday. Visitation tonight, service tomorrow. I’m going, of course. I don’t know for sure, but I assume I’ll be seeing Turk and Lolly, and the boys.
Hence the apprehension.
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Post by dragonwriter on Jul 14, 2011 14:15:59 GMT -5
*hugs*
I hope you can make it through the day and celebrate the life of someone you cared about without any other painful happenings. I'm really sorry that your friends thought it necessary to reject such good people as you and Mary.
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Post by kaffymoo on Jul 15, 2011 4:23:04 GMT -5
What Sharon said. Much love to you and Mary.
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Post by carolia on Jul 15, 2011 18:58:37 GMT -5
One of my dear childhood friends is Wiccan. I am a Christian. When we sat and talked about it, I told her that while I did not agree with her choice, she is my friend and I love her. Besides, Christians are supposed to show the love of Christ--how would I show her love if I shunned her? She cried because so many of her Christian former friend (and to be fair, Non-Christian friends who were just squicked out by Wicca) wanted to have nothing to do with her. I am sorry your former friends acted the way my Shell's so-called friends did. You'll be in my thoughts today.
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Post by bjørn on Jul 18, 2011 8:28:47 GMT -5
Thanks.
It wasn't bad. It wasn't great, either. Turk and I had about a half hour conversation, really more than I could expect given all the demands on his time. We didn't talk aobut rifts or "what ifs" or make any promises to stay in touch, but we shared some genuine emotion about his mother's and my father's passing. And we managed to laugh some.
Meanwhile, Mary had a pretty good talk with Mrs. Turk.
So it was generally good, albeit a little surreal.
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Post by judi on Jul 18, 2011 10:48:59 GMT -5
well i'm glad i didn't see this until there was a resolution. how distressing! (the first part) and i'm very glad you had a nice talk and visit (the 2nd part)... maybe they have eased up a bit on the hardcore jesusness in the 12 years...? maybe the sad event of his mom's passing will allow you to reconnect. ((((you)))))
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Post by raynebow on Jul 19, 2011 0:53:39 GMT -5
I'm so sorry, Bjorn. I'm glad you did have a chance to speak with him during this sad event.
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Post by bjørn on Aug 11, 2011 9:51:42 GMT -5
So I just posted my frist vomment on the blog in like, 3 years.
The Andy Borowitz list of funniest writers; there are lots of possible quibbles - but no Robert Benchley? Now that is funny. and ridiculous.
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