links for today...

[Brock Samson]

ok all you charger fans, some stuff i found and you may find.... amusing..  

first a short little number... an Appetizer if you may..

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/11/10/MNGNJFM7Q46.DTL

now for some meat and potatoes..

http://www.mil-millington.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/things.html

  check back for more links..  

[Old Moparz]

ok all you charger fans, some stuff i found and you may find.... amusing..  

first a short little number... an Apertiser if you may..

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/11/10/MNGNJFM7Q46.DTL

What are the chances of getting clobbered with a deer? Better odds on a lottery ticket.

now for some meat and potatoes..

http://www.mil-millington.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/things.html

  check back for more links..  

You're right, too much for one sitting this late, I'll just have the salad.     

[Brock Samson]

   Here's an excerpt from the long version...
  If ya' don't get it chalk it up to dry english wit and then move on...     


If I'm sitting on the sofa reading a book and Margret enters the room she will say this: 'What are you doing?' If I'm peeling potatoes in the kitchen when she happens upon me, or pushing batteries into one of the children's extensive range of screeching toys, or writing on the side of a video cassette I've just pulled out of the recorder, the same thing: 'What are you doing?' I mean, a fellow likes to feel he's a bit enigmatic now and then, a tad mysterious and deep, but how can a person see me, for example, screwing a new bulb into a light fitting and not be able to see immediately and with huge, reverberating, chill clarity precisely what it is that I'm doing? It's like living with Mork. It's not even as if I can use these moments to exercise my impressively sardonic (yet, at the same time, profoundly attractive and alluring in a deeply sexual way) wit either. Because, as previously mentioned, Margret regards large sections of what we on Earth call humour as nothing but shameless mendacity.
Margret [spotting Mil picking with his fingernail at the goo left on a CD case by the price label]: 'What are you doing?'
Mil: 'I'm talking to Mark using Morse code - he's at home right now holding one of his CD cases, picking up the vibrations I'm making.'
Margret: 'No you're not, you liar. You're lying. Why do you always lie? You liar.'
Mil: 'It works by resonance. You just have to practise for a bit to be able feel the plastic quivering - go over and get that Black Grape case, press it on to your nose, and we'll see if you can pick up anything.'
(There's the briefest flicker of indecision in her eyes; offering me, for one tantalising moment, the possibility that I'm going to spend the next ten minutes - 'What about this, then? Press it on your face harder.' - having quite simply the best of times... but then she grunts.)
Margret: 'Liar. You're just a liar.'
Mostly, however, we've got it smooth and efficient now. We don't have to think. She says, 'What are you doing?', I peer at her with irritation and expel air, we go on about our business. This morning, though, she came upstairs to the attic here while I was sitting in front of the computer doing some work on the net.
'What are you doing?' she asks.
Trying to concentrate on something, distracted and harassed, I reply with some degree of acerbic aggravation.
'What does it look like I'm doing?'
There's a beat, during which we hold each others eyes, unblinking.
It's immediately after this beat has passed that I realise I'm wearing no trousers.
There is, it's opulently redundant of me to add, a perfectly reasonable and innocuous explanation for why I'm browsing the web alone in my attic with no trousers on, but you're all busy people and I know you have neither the inclination nor the time to waste hearing it. As an image, however, it did rather undercut my sarcasm. Margret - in a brutally savage reversal of tactics - didn't speak. She merely raised her eyebrows and there, revealed, was a face that read, 'I have been waiting thirteen years for this moment.'


  don't forget to click on her pic.. 

[69_500]

Nice photo of her. I don't know which is better the full moon version or not.

[Telvis]

She makes him carry her tampons in his pockets. That crosses the line man! 

[BrianShaughnessy]

I've tried to read all the Mil and Margaret stuff for years now...  just can't do it.    It's funny but there's too much of it.   

[69_500]

that guy really has too much time on his hands to type all of that. If those were post on this board he would already have 10,000