Dey wuz out of Pez. You gets kitteh instead.



Suck it up.

BTW, I'z hungry.

Well played!

I have a clear mental image of you, similar to a friend of mine here. It'll be interesting to someday learn the truth, but that's not a request. Sometimes it's more fun to go with the images, especially since mine already matched the "benevolent werewolf".

Heya, Riv!

Glad to give you a laugh by providing you with my neighbor's assessment of me in Skinny's thread. I would have replied within it, but didn't want to 'jack things. I will say to you here, however: I'm a bit too *energetic* to be mistaken for a zombie!

Meanwhile, hoping you will be proud of me, I would like to show you my first-ever LOLcats picture... I used the photo you sent me of your own kitteh, to wit:



Hope you like it!

--R

Figured I knew where you were at that day in the snow. It was the sheer goofiness of both the smile and the flapped-out posture that told the tale. Those were some really strange years, don't you agree? I often miss the buzzy sensation that something really big was happening-- that we were poised at the brink of some sort of profound change...

Robert Crumb once did an autobiographical comic where he showed what it was like to be riding atop a wave with a bunch of other happy kids in a barrel, only to have the wave break on shore-- with everybody at ground zero again amidst the wreckage. And as Crumb drew it, the sun was smiling down on the shipwrecked kids and saying, "Sorry kids! Ride's over!"

Minor differences aside: I notice that we both reacted in much the same manner when we finally figured out what the real deal was-- we joined the military!

Frakkin' extremists!

Ooh-rah, bro. But that didn't get it either, I guess... <grin/shrug>

--R

I've never not gotten it, Roberteaux. Some may not see that in my posts, but those in the know, like yourself, do...

You certainly do look amused in that second photo. I've seen the photos you of yourself kicked back in a snowy scene... you appeared to be pretty happy in that one too, and you had a whole lot of hair. I imagine the barber was more than happy to give it the chop!

--R

It'll be my distinct pleasure.

Appointment-to-Warrant day:



First leave, quite Michelobed and laughing at the differences between college and military ID - about five pounds of hair...

PS: you are gonna laugh your head off when I get a scanner... I have a bunch of old cop pictures, phtos from the army, from the Miami era, and also of me as a biker in my hellion years in Daytona Beach. And then, finally, I will let you see what I look like right now.

You're gonna laugh.

--R

Well, sir... I just have to tell you:

You ain't changed much. Just a little heavier looks like all to me.

And I am proud to be the friend of a USCG officer. You do me honor, Riv.

--R

We stumbled into the mother lode of old snapshots, and I started scanning. Thought you might enjoy this one: