you know, something that’s gotten to me in trouble throughout my life is that oftentimes when i think i’m being funny other people think i’m being very serious.
i grew up in an environment where dead-pan humour reigned supreme. so i’m sorry if i occassionally (when in doubt use lots of consonants) confuse a few of you with my dry and simpleminded wit.
and somebody was complaining about the lack of chats? do they mean french kitties?
assuming not, truth is that we don’t have a chat function on this website. and in the not so distant past my way of getting around this was to answer a question from every person on the web site. which i did. or tried to do.
i certainly don’t mind being criticized, but perhaps the critics among you could do a little bit of homework before you break out your poison pens.
uh-oh, i think i left the heat on under my rice. i smell burning.
nothing serious. just ruined rice.
moby