Teaching an autistic kid who's been excluded from school at the moment. He made a mistake, and I said "no mistakes, no evolution", and he knew exactly what I meant. Fifteen years old.

While I have no plans, I still have the ability. So, who knows?

Now, Ray, you would have to show me where and when I reacted badly to being called a nerd. It's one of my few distinctive characteristics.

And considering how long we've been here, that both of us are only around 12,000 posts means we've been depriving too many people of our insights.

At least we have the witty banter.

Nice. I wish everyone understood this.

you are a redneck hick zeno.

Yes, but I thought we had all agreed not to tell him.

That's a great valentine Day's song. Aside from being a wonderful, slow blues ballad.


Taoist Redneck Hick. We're quite rare.


Your secret is safe with me. *


Happy Valentine's Day.

*Falling over myself on passing the 14,000 post mark!

Redundant. :-)

i dont understand why he doesnt want to be like the rest of us.

I'm more of an Ozarks hillbilly than a Taoist, but I approve of this message.

Well, you might wanna think about getting yourself a shotgun
You might wanna think about growing you a garden patch
You might have to go out and shoot something and drag it home

Again, redundant.

But there was this one boy, Richard Kinsella. He didn't stick to the point too much, and they were always yelling 'Digression!' at him. It was terrible, because in the first place, he was a very nervous guy--I mean he was a very nervous guy--and his lips were always shaking whenever it was his time to make a speech, and you could hardly hear him if you were sitting way in the back of the room. When his lips sort of quit shaking a little bit, though, I liked his speeches better than anybody else's. He practically flunked the course, though, too. He got a D plus because they kept yelling 'Digression!' at him all the time. For instance, he made this speech about this farm his father bought in Vermont. They kept yelling 'Digression!' at him the whole time he was making it, and this teacher, Mr. Vinson, gave him an F on it because he hadn't told what kind of animals and vegetables and stuff grew on the farm and all. What he did was, Richard Kinsella, he'd start telling you all about that stuff--then all of a sudden he'd start telling you about this letter his mother got from his uncle, and how his uncle got polio and all when he was forty-two years old, and how he wouldn't let anybody come to see him in the hospital because he didn't want anybody to see him with a brace on. It didn't have much to do with the farm--I admit it--but it was nice. It's nice when somebody tells you about their uncle. Especially when they start out telling you about their father's farm and then all of a sudden get more interested in their uncle. I mean it's dirty to keep yelling 'Digression!' at him when he's all nice and excited...

Superfluous.

you gotta go charlie you gotta go man.

i got some flowers at a vacation house popping up through the ground. you know whats coming soon.




Rain..

We got a record temperature of 64 degrees in Great Falls two days ago.

We are.

And we walk the Earth as gods.

Ain't that some sh*t?

Sup kudzu?

Rolling, wook. How're things in the Wookieverse?

Well, things are certainly going to be shaken up this year. If not from the collapse of the republic, then because MrsWookie is expecting.

Kudzu, The Third Man, reappears out of the hazy, dusty desert waste - beard caked with dirt, face speckled with dust, worn cloak in tatters, and eyes like a leopard, fierce and cold. Can this prophet save us from our own doom. Nay. Prophets always fizzle out in the end and are not welcome in their own town.

But things in the Lounge just took a leap forward into the oblivion that awaits us all. Its going to be fun.

Welcome back, you Taoist Redneck Hick.

Kudzu lives!!!!! Welcome back man. Glad to see you weren't gone forever.

Duuude! Sincere congratulations. Being a parent is the most amazing, annoying, and rewarding thing you will ever do. The republic will stand, because a new generation of wooks is upon us.

Plus, I've got some honey and locust recipes to die for.

If we leap into oblivion, we do it with boots on, middle fingers raised, and laughing our asses off, my friend. I'm in.

mb, what's up buddy? 'twas your draft signal that made me get off my duff and reactivate my account. Too long of a sabbatical without some know-it-all Lounge snark.

kudzu i dont know you yet and you have invaded the thread with my name on it. although added without my permission or desire i was powerless to have it removed.

but back to you , to continue i need a reference and the only person that has any credibility around here is kioshk, not because of anything but his plethora of posts on any subject that arises.. so as for now he is king. bow and wait for his approval please.
then i defer and step aside.

kudzu is ok, southern man with great taste in music. Sometimes his posts run a little long for my taste, but he's legit Lounge OG. He was in the house when the house burned down.

Glad to see you back, kudzu. Now we just have to find Blarg.