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

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Psst - don't tell the angst crowd, but the "In-Depth" part of the title is to scare off the punks who think "Adult" means "Naughty".

It does, of course, but let's not tell them that!

Never mind. I had NO idea.

I used to say to my family, "Just because I've got the biggest boobs doesn't mean I have to do all the work!"

That's about the scariest concept that I've seen in a while. That I might have to make an emotional commitment. And not just to one but to a "We".

It does have it's potential, if we all got nakit and..... But alas, the only nakit picture I have are of me playing Uncle Salty at the office party in Octobor of 1929, not sure of the date. When was the Geat Depression? Now those were the good ol days. That was when you could really get depressed, obsessed, suppressed, regressed, get dressed and progress. Oh well, what's gone, is gone. Good news though, I have a new Uncle Salty Attire (<------traded marked, copyrighted, patented and plagerized everywhere as a USA logo). Come sit on Uncle Saltys lap and Uncle Salty will tell you a story. He'll tell you of marvels with the first thing that pops up in his mind. Uncle Salty isn't to bright at times, no, no, he's not, you must be patient with him. But he is determined, he'll spit it out in the end.

Three cheers for the USA logo!! ! Zippity! do! daa! Have a wonderful day, you all deserve it.

ow, here you all are ! !
hm, strange two cafés

Little confusing over there for me. Not exactly sure just where the cafe is. A lot of new people, which is a good thing. I just get a little over whelmed. Kind of like putting my toe in the water, rather then just plunging in.

Morning all! (Well, it is, just, here - 11.28am)

I've just done it again. I thought maybe I was exaggerating, but looking at the new forum's name+description, I count a dozen age references (OK, so I'm squeezing that a bit.):

[/quote]In-Depth Adult Life Discussion
In-depth intelligent discussion for the older adults who have been living independently. It's recommended that you have the mental maturity of age 28 or older. Physical age is irrelevant as some people never grow up. Topics vary and are not limited to life issues.[/quote]

Not bad for 48 words. I'll paraphrase for ethnicity...

[/quote]In-Depth Darker-skinned Racially-prejudiced Discussion
In-depth intelligent discussion for the darker-skinned blacks who have been straightening their hair. It's recommended that you have the mental sambo-ness of darkness dark-grey or blacker. Physical albinism is irrelevant as some people never darken down. Topics vary and are not limited to racial issues.[/quote]

I have no problem with people who feel the need for that forum, but it's just not the sort of place I can feel comfortable. I attach no great significance to my age - I've been here a while, is all. Big deal? Move on. (Or, in my case, don't! )

While it is morning here and it is close to my night. I have been sitting thinking and pointing at random thoughts plodding in my racing brain. I have reached for a marvelous new thought, amazing since it has been weighting me down for a while. Fully fictitious of course, but I will think it true, till I prove me otherwise.

Gravity pulls up.

Naturally!

I'm always surprised that most people do not seem to be aware of this fact.

Without tides, there is a good argument that evolution might not have worked so well. And how do we get tides? The moon conveniently pulls the seas up for us. The sun does its bit, too, but it's mainly the Moon's job.

And... just think how nice it is to have that big blob of fire up above our heads, for around half of each 24 hours. If the sun didn't use its gravity to pull us all up, we'd shoot off in a flash (no - not a "flash", more of a "dim") through the Oort cloud and beyond. I don't think we'd like it out there - a bit on the chilly side.

There are probably many other things to say, but our seriousness should rein us in.

Oh... "seriousness... rein in", isn't that "gravity... pull up" again?

I don't want to be reined in (pulled up). We don't want none of your steenking gravity 'round here.

The gravity of this situation has me in a serious black hole. But, still I must wonder, is there a unserious black hole? I may be in limbo, stuck in the gravitys of two dark places. One serious and the other, not so serious. That must be what the enlightened wise ones mean by, stuck between a rock and a hard spot. I see a quest. I must seek the light. In search of the holy gravity, this no doubt, is serious matter. I may need a flash light or at the very least a torch. Yes, one must always have a torch on a quest. A holy hand grenade never hurts either. That came out wrong, it could smart a little. I need a torch, muffins and kippers and an insrutuction book. Yes that should do it. Hold on, I'm not going yet. To operate the holy hand grenade would one need an instruction book or a destruction book? Oh, this limbo is maddening. I shall look for our marbles while I wait for a high tide.




Also very apparent I need some sleep.

I'm glad you are all alive and well. I got a little scraped up and my whiskers got singed, but other than that I'm still purring. I wandered into a few joints, observed (lurked), wandered some more and then followed a scent that led me here. Dino droppings. Hello. Good Morning, Good Evening.

Good movening. Someone should invent a non-day-night associated greeting system. Anyway, I'm going to have a shot at matching PP's ramble. Maybe I should make it a safety match, to avoid too much confusion of the marbles? I'm feeling the need for a shrubbery, maybe two. To continue with my perambulations, I feel I should take care not to allow the thread to wander, as that would result in some very messy embroidery and the fabric of the universe might be revealed as merely holes of a darker colour than octaroon. What do I think? How should I know? Where, indeed, are the bunnies?

Where's Chuck when you need him?

?

*waves at CC*

And I need some string and duck tape. One never knows when one might need to attach a mad duck. Yes mad ducks and Englishmen, this most certainly will work.


PS (who is really my sister postscript) Thread to wander? Dude, that's what the string is for. Did you think I was going to go fly a duck or a shrubbery?

Aha! I think I might be winning. As my threads get longer, PP's get shorter. Yes! He is falling asleep, under the spell that I have cast. A spell of fine weather. Whether to pay the fine or not. I'd pay the piper to play a new tune, provided I knew the words. I'll just cast my bait and see if he has one last bite in him. No? Maybe he's asleep now. I sure hope so, because a) that means I win, and b) it would be good for him. I've got the goods on him. No. Not at all. That was a joke. Or was it a yoke? I could put it round his neck, the yolk. I really don't like the white of eggs. Sea slugs are the same sort of texture. You can keep 'em for the birds and bees, not me. Now where did that come from? Give me brain Madras.

A shrubbery ?!? NI!! ! Although, I must admit, it's a good idea - as a bibbler i have absolutely no bibosity. [What with the fire and shrubbery, I believe I'll forgo the green tea kindly offered, and have myself a sip of brew! There's nothing quite like a good fire to curl up next to, under a fine shrubbery, when I'm drunk off my keester. However, if I get singed or catch fire, please stone me with marbles, or create an oxygen vacuum with the holy hand grenade. (Of course, wear your scuba oxygen tank first - I remember there being one in a cartoon here about a week back, left off on a tectonic plate ridge].

Hey blessedmom (I see someone stole your stick! I know you know how to use it - whack 'em! ), Nan (where you been for 100 pages? Have your eyes healed yet from all that reading? ), SeriousGirl (good underwater fish pics! Never saw an eel like that before - with a mug like that I'll bet he has a lot of personality, er... not that I would know, of course), HartzofSpace (you let Lau off too easy. Just because a marriage promise is made under duress, exhaustion from singing, 4 hours of shooting pool, no sleep, building new web threads, and no altar doesn't let you off the hook, in my estimation), CosmicCat (good to see you crossing all the streets safely, and survived the move - 'cept for some scrapes and singes. Hope you stick around - I don't want to be the only animal here. There's only so much fetching that I'll do. I hereby state that cats and dogs don't take "orders". Unless we want to.), PostPaleo (Man, you've been writing up a storm! Don't forget to eat!), et al (no slight intended to anyone I've left out - I only have 3 hours to nap before I go back ter verk!)

Nannarob I used to say that too, to myself, when I'd get sick and tired of picking up after my messy self (but I said "big boots").
(Well, actually, mine are small).

I'm sure that none of this probably makes sense to any of you, beings how I wrote this under the duress of sleep deprivation and low blood sugar (whereas all of my previous posts have been pristinely crystal clear and polished gems of literature. ).

Good morning/noon/midday/evening/night/movening to all!

Chuck

Uncle Salty told me
Stories of a lonely
Baby - it's the only kind of life to lead
Mommy was lusty,
Daddy he was busted
They left her to the trust of the orphanage
But when she cried at night, no one came
And when she cried at night, went insane

Uncle Salty told me when she was just a baby
That she'd get by and maybe someday she'd see
But soon she found her mother's love for all the others
The pushers and the shovers was the life to lead
But when she cried at night, no one came
And when she cried at night, went insane

oooh, it's a sunny day outside my window
oooh, it's a sunny day outside my window
oooh, oh yeah
oooh, oh yeah, yeah yeah

Now she's doin any
For money and a penny
A sailor with a penny or two or three
Hers is the cunning
For men, they come a-runnin'
They all come for fun and it seems to me
That when she cried at night, no one came
And when she cried at night, went insane

oooh, it's a sunny day outside my window... (repeat last line ad nauseam)

- Aerosmith, "Uncle Salty", Toys In the Attic

Sorry, you tripped the information dump - had to share!