Hee. I can't think unless I make tables. And then edit them compulsively after.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Winter Bear is awesome!
Of course, the future doesn't look so great for him, what with global warming....
Tables RULE. Nothing like 'em for organizing and visualizing yer data. Plus it's so much fun doing stuff like merging fields and drawing boxes around 'em. Signs that I may be a nerd, although YMMV.
Tablesare prettyeasy touse.
edit: I suppose a border would be nice....
Formatted correctly,
your table appears
Much like haiku.
Except sometimes, such as now not.
editing furiously away, trying to catch up
I
can
get
silly
if
I
want.
Eh being a Christian (woop woop Presbyts!) can be frustrating with all the fighting. As in politics, the noticed ones tend to be the loud angry ones driving other people off.
Oh teachers and literary minded buffistas....
My 5th grade son need a poem. Must be about 14 lines. Help?
sonnets. Always 14 lines.
I'm only really familiar with Shakespeare's sonnets - and that language is a bit tough for him.