Timelies all!
Happy Birthday DX!
Took my parents to a Jewish folk arts festival. Listened to a few klezmer bands, including one called "Rabbinical School Dropouts" which sadly was not as good as their name.(They do original, klezmer-inspired, tunes but I think all of their creativity went into thinking up titles)
Not to worry, Cindy. There is no fellow buffista -- all of us are in your mind.
That's better. Now, nice character, parlay into something for NaNoWriMo, will ya? Make a sword fight, or a sneaky wedding, or a nerd loft, or a from-beneath-you-it-devours Roomba incident.
If, he indeed, exists.
He does so exist! He's a lazy, democratic half-Jew agnostic who enjoys Musicals, encouraging potheads to coutinue smoking so as to mock their antics, and watching two hours of television a month.
If there's more of him where he came from, I may have to slay the manufacturer.
Also, Happy Birthday, DX, and any other psuedo's you have.
Happiest of Happies, DX!!!
One of the big paradoxes is that Cindy and I share a brain, yet she and Victor are the same person and he and I do not. It's a mystery.
Frank and I are the same person. If we are, at all. Are victor and I the same person too, or are we both the product of the same (brilliant?) hoaxter? Does the answer to that determine whether or not I get thessaly? Are there ferrets involved?
eta... Way to forget my own punchline. I'm asking you, of course, because clearly, you have custody of the brain, today.
The neighbor girl across the way is dancing with her dad. They're having so much fun and are both pretty damned good. Nice little window on life.