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

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AAHHHHHH! My face is bright red and burning and my heart is pounding in my throat! Two Mormon MEN were just at my door trying to talk me into listening to them and I had to try to get them to go away! I hate it when I start ringing my hands and I can feel the blood rising to my face. I didn't know what to say. Well, at least I didn't stutter like I normally do. And as I was standing there I couldn't help thinking, "What would Nan do?" It calmed me down a little.

I think I need to go sit in my tree and breathe ssssllllloooooowwwwllllllyyyyyy.

WWND?

N would say "Sorry, but we are in the middle of a blood sacrifice to Baal right now. Can you stop by in a few month's time?"

......and that response wasn't what I was thinking!

Just ask them when you can walk into the main cathedral, after you convert. Last I knew woman weren't allowed. My Grandmother converted, baked pies to save enough to go to Utah and then they wouldn't let her in the main cathedral, I do think because my Grandfather wasn't a Mormon. (he did say he would like to own the original version of the book) They're hard working people, as a whole, I have some in the family that still are Mormons and after the Agnes Flood hit this area they were johnny on the spot, working very hard for nothing. But, something about my Grandmothers experience still grates me the wrong way, really wrong way.

I love when the missionaries come to the door of any religion, I'm equal opportunity. They're happy to leave again too. When I and a friend shared a house, we used to get one that came every Thursday, not Mormon, he started coming with a friend, I think he was a little overwhelmed. We waited with bated breath every Thursday, it was way better then TV. Yes we were both cruel and unusual, took no prisoners. We wondered later what ever happened to those two, probably locked in some monastery trying to purge the evil from their souls to this day. It's interesting to look up the history of the missionary's, don't use the Wikipedia thingy, it's just plain biased, they don't like to mention the harm they have done in the name of their teaching. The history is rich with horrible atrocities. Oh yeah, bring them missionary's on, I always have a big black cauldron set to go to full boil. They taste good with catchup. Long pig, yummy.

Next time I'll give them airfare and send them to your neck of the woods! Tell them there's a really nice man waiting there to be converted!!

From what I read from lau's post on page 424, this looks like a weekend project....
Fortunately I have some vacation time coming up in a couple of weeks, which should give me enough time to get
myself a new computer and set up a Skype account on this one.

It has been a while since I last built a computer, back in the days of the 486 and Windows 3.1.
I going to have to start going to the computer shows again.

Hi! Just popping in for a moment. Been going through some mind boggling introspection. Don't know if its mid-life crisis, or what. Been reading through the lasts posts; all highly edifying and interesting!

Hi, Hartz! Wanna' join my mid-life crisis party? I'm having a doozy!! !

Wow! Sure thing! What are we having to eat? I'll bring tea and sympathy.

I'm not quite that insane. You used to have an avatar of Marv, right? From Sin City? For a moment, I was considering an avatar of Jackie Boy with the gunbarrel stuck in his head, and a custom rank of "Gotcha smokin', eh, bud?" But I realised that it'd freak out the other users. I found that scene grotesquely hilarious. I think it's down to Quentin Tarantino directing that scene (all other scenes were by Frank Miller and Robert Rodriguez) and Benicio del Toro going OTT as a talking cadaver.

Quatermass, I like your new avatar. Is that when he was yelling, "Shutupshutupshutup?"

I'm trying to decide between Chocolate, ice cream and donuts or healthy food. I must be having issues when eating healthy makes more sense to me! Sympathy is always good and a long, loud laugh is necessary!

I vote for margueritas; and tortilla chips with chipotle salsa. Assuming I can crash the party.

Still think if you invite them to your next sacrifice, and take out a tape measure and act as if you're kind of sizing up how big the spit they'll go on would be, they'll not come back again. You have to do it with a straight face, tho, I'd think.

Yep. Your sanity is intact.

(I thought that scene was funny too. So maybe you are in trouble. )

I swear. I leave for just a few hours, and there's talk of sacrifices and margarita sympathy parties...