one more day....
One day left for —
The great date essay competition. Ooh la la.
This has actually resulted in a certain amount of trauma because people keep sending in letters with attachments that my poor old Outlook program cannot read or see. Finally, I was forced to dust off Thunderbird just so I could see some of the attachments. Which got more complex because I forgot the email password so then had to open the site to go change the email password only another browser was fighting with the site so I couldn’t find the email account so then I had to change browsers again to see that to change the password in order to –
Let’s just say it turned into a lot of work.
Who knew?
This probably means I am going to have to finally give up Outlook and change over to another mail program. I knew it was coming. Sigh.
:::best date competition:::
:::the lovely ms adams:::
:::nicholl fellowships in screenwriting:::
where the art work comes from :
that is from john carroll doyle
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Tom Wayne said he was going to submit an essay because you banned Republicans.
I told him he wouldn’t have a chance. He’s a lousy speller.
LOL — he is disqualified on an awful lot of fronts.
I was telling a friend about your contest. We agreed that instead of dating a screenwriter, a woman with your proclivities (Jayne, and other delicious types)ought to join a hunting club–in a wealthy area, of course.
Hunting? You mean — shoot Bambi?
I could go back to the firing range or go back to martial arts but I could not shoot Bambi.
Did I say anything about shooting something live?
I’m talking about hanging out with the strong silent type. Joining a hunting club is not the same as hunting…or at least not the same as hunting for Bambi’s.
Kym, if you join a club about hunting, sooner or later fellow club members will expect you to hunt and kill something. I only hunt humans. Bambi is out. Wait —
Back again to martial arts. Hmm.