Well bust mah britches and call me cheeky, on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 21:59:01
GMT dorayme scribed:
When have I ever bossed anyone to do this where it was not
necessary. I would say I am somewhere between Ben C, who is very
tolerant and JK who is very strict about this sort of thing. With
me, you will see the perfect balance always. Ben C is tolerant
because he has a good nature. I regard this as admirable but a
poor excuse! JK does his because it is a matter of principle and
this is admirable too, but again, I think principles have to have
exceptions (yes, I know Blinky, so too do you think this one has.
But you have not demonstrated it).
Somehow the idea of a connection between you and any rational state of
balance never occurred to me.
No, with me, and I have no tabs on myself, no pretensions, you
will find that when I call for a URL, it is particularly needed
to help the OP. I say this without arrogance.
Now where were we? O yes, your bleating about a particular url.
You already have it. When you looked at the desert, was there no
menu on the left in your browser, do you have left floats turned
off?
Out amongst the moons and stars
There floats a little ball called Mars,
And though quite cold and dimly lit,
It is a land where nitwits fit.
My rocket strayed and went off course
While I was screwing with The Force.
Crash landing in a hellish pit,
I found myself where nitwits fit.
I left the ship and took a leak.
A fem approached to have a peek.
But when she spoke, the sad truth hit
That I had whizzed where nitwits fit.
Her drivel nearly drove me mad,
And streams of babble worse than bad
Abraided me like wind-blown grit
In tempests spawned where nitwits fit.
I knew I ought to take to wing
Lest I become a ding-a-ling.
I tried to fix the ship, but it
Was now just shit where nitwits fit.
The story's o'er; there is no hope;
I shall devolve into a dope
As I repent, repine, and sit
Within the realm where nitwits fit.