Moota — what used to be Facebork, in the days when it was only annoying. Now it's annoying and stupid, but still selling your personality everywhere.
Mort Petit and Mortimer Tallity, accountants at large. (They haven't been caught yet.)
Amanda's answer to the Amoebic Missionary was "All plants die quietly." Then she performed an anaerobic exorcism.
Wolfram Schnortz is selling wombats for Jesus. Not going too well so far but that man is not a quitter.
Which reminds me of another story, but I can't remember that one either.
Uncle Wooter was frequently odd man out — never came inside — had a mortal fear of doorways I hear, and sported an uneven number of fingers. Or it could have been a fear of moral doorways. Good at gardening though, so a real man. (That's how you can tell.)
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Smarter than I act, or the other way around. (I forget some things.)
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
