The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Actually, I've planted petunias and morning glories, so pretty soon the rubble will be a rock garden. Very chic these days, I'm told. The "shabby chic" thing is all the rage.

Wouldn't that be a hoot - to be stylish? First time in ~my~ life!

I have lived in towns where there were two to three honkytonks per block. People always managed to find one that suited them, and nobody ever questioned why anyone went into one or the other. Except on "free BBQ" days.

CosmicCat puts fingers in ears
Jumps up, Doesn't jump down
Lifts skirt and pees on rubble
while speaking in tongues
"I'm rubber, you're glue
Any thing you say
bounces of me and sticks to you."



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I piss on your god GRAVITY, postpaleo.

OK. If I can't have a shrubbery, a rockery will do.

Actually, I think a rockery may well be better! All those nice places for the big, fat, friendly spiders to hang out under (no Shelobs here!).

I've always like cacti and succulents. There's nothing like an odd Opuntia, and an Aloe or two would be nice too.

(The last time I used either of those two names must have been at least forty years ago, when I had a (quite small... less than a hundred) collection.)

Looking good. Still a touch nomadic looking, what with the poles and groundsheets. Maybe we'll just go ahead and be unconventional(sic!) and build the verandah first.

Not too make the same mistake twice... how about we build the rockery a bit high, and tuck a nice clean port-a-loo round behind it. We've got a bit of cash to spare. We could even install piped music\c\i\s\u\m\ silence in it.

Would a herring pond fit anywhere?

As long as the herrings are heretics. Nothing worse than herrings spouting dogma.

Any non-heretical herrings may be eaten by cosmic cat. And the others shall be taught the philosophies of the great Lau and Postpaleo.

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Ambience

You've got to have it. And that colour is the longest named color you can have - LightGoldenrodYellow.

(I looked it up, via my FAQ and lemon's answer)

Pulls on anti-gravity boots.
Bye, all. Must tread off to the work camp.
Have an exceptionally light day.

Phew! Thank goodness cosmiccat has left. With postpaleo out of the room, I was having trouble keeping up with the whole harem. At least I can count you all the fingers of one hand now. (I hate having to use my thumb - it's got that "opposable" taint to it - makes me think I'm better than the rest of the apes.)

Having a silly trawl through my Wanda the Fish sayings... and this sounded apposite:

Committee Rules:

1. Never arrive on time, or you will be stamped a beginner.
2. Don't say anything until the meeting is half over; this stamps you as being wise.
3. Be as vague as possible; this prevents irritating the others.
4. When in doubt, suggest that a subcommittee be appointed.
5. Be the first to move for adjournment; this will make you popular -- it's what everyone is waiting for.

Man, Lau, you gotta share whatever it is you're drinking/smoking/snorting/doing over there. My ass is dragging today and I can't keep up.

...And so began PostPaleo's Quest for the Gravity Altar.

Lugging his many utensils, books, and what-not he circled the Old Dino Cafe' three times, and headed off in a direction he determined as "west". "West mainly". "Westerly-ish". In a "more-west-than-not" sort of angle.

He trudged, swam, skipped and hopped for six years, through blinding sand and burning ice, circling the earth repeatedly until he carved a deep groove into it. Whereupon he tied his string to the earth with one end, and holding the other he jumped to the moon (thus creating the universe's largest yo-yo).

He amused himself with his new toy for several more years, forgetting what it was that he had jumped to the moon for. Suddenly, he remembered! Umm.... that ... er, .... it was.... something.... dang it!....

Looking at the long string... he decided... that since he had used up all he had... he had better get ...more string!

He bounded in great leaps along the surface of the moon up to the top of a very large hill. Beyond it he spotted a small village! Using his duct tape, he expertly and amazingly fashioned himself a cat burglar costume.

He tiptoed up to the closest moon village home, which was painted LightGoldenrodYellow, opened the window, quietly slipped in, and....!

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PostPaleo's Quest will return after these important commercial messages:

amazing ! i hadn't thought of that, of the fact that another could be build around it. it's a very special story you describe!
(only that the 'child' is a boy it's my son, i know he looks like an angel...)

sorry everyone if i'm a bit too brief here and there, i am the whole week at a friend's place, so i have to adapt a little to the circonstances concerning computer use...

Always good to see you, even if you cannot stay long. You have been working too hard lately Lemon! (What with school and all). Be sure to rest a bit at your friend's house. Here, take some green tea for the road!

When you come back rested, you are required to write a 200 page essay on Lau's favorite pair of old blue jeans. Or submit 6 new works of art which explain the meaning of life from the viewpoint of an inchworm.

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Ow! And I want whatever it is that Chuck's on!

Hey Chuck! Did you keep hold of my "funny" bit, when you borrowed my brain?
I'd forgotten about that.
(Well, I would, wouldn't I.)