Nam, since I had no interest in you romantically I find I have zero interest in whether or not you can pass the reality test.
However, since you opened the door for comment with a blog about my own blog, I certainly hope that all of the many women who had been believing in the man called Namaron, take note that either he possesses too much hubris (which is always bad for a relationship), or something may be wrong with the profile.
Ah, it's been decades and decades since I have seen one of those pen guns. I guess they are still around, but I never saw the purpose of them. Beyond 4 feet, it is a miss. Then what?
There is a Baltimore college student a year or so ago who encountered a burglar coming into his house from the garage. The burglar attacked and the young man defended himself with a samurai sword. Burglars arm was severed and a mess made of the house floor.
City Police were not terribly amused by any of it, but it was ruled justifiable self defense.
I had no idea he was going to take a picture until I saw him rather carefully reach out a paw and put it on the shutter icon.
Later he went to the computer and complained until I finally printed it out for him, then he tapped his image, meowed, and satisfied he walked away. What I am thinking is he has watched me photograph many, many things in the past two decades and later print the pics off. On numerous occasions he has shown (an unusual trait in cats) that he can spot a picture of a bird, or a rabbit, or another cat, etc. in a printed medium. Of course I can't prove it, but I stromgly suspect it was a deliberate planned taking of a selfie with his pet (me).
It is a known bug in FB. Several volumes of complaints about it are in the FB complaint pages. It mostly occurs to phone and tablet users. Simply waving your finger near someone's image can send them a Friend Request without your knowing it.
Also check your friends list. Make sure it isn't larger than you thought it was. An earlier incarnation of the bug allowed you to accept the friend request without knowing it if you waved your finger over their image AFTER they had waved their finger over yours. FB has at least (so far as I know) fixed that issue, but the sending of requests automatically problem still exists for cell phone users. This can also occur when reading comments if your finger gets too near the comment of someone halfway around the planet. Then you write your own comment and later their finger gets too near your FB icon and lo, you just approved their unknown friend request. It is a genuine potential problem for those who granted hundreds of 'friend' requests, not so much for those like me who discriminate and friend only 20 or so, because we see the growth at once, but the larger friend list owners don't.
If you have a PC with a mouse, there is no reason to close your FB account because of this. I specifically stopped using FB with my cell phone as my fix to the problem. It doesn't happen much with mouse type systems, but it definitely can with touch screen systems.
Peonvienny - They are like woods roaches on my farm. All year round. Not a day goes by without me seeing 2 or 4 of them. They routinely raid my vegetable patches and eat whatever I am growing, be it tomatoes, squash, or brussel sprouts and asparagus. I have been hunting and eating them back since I was a teenager.
Every year I shoot 2 or 3 of them. Some for me, some for friends that also like deer meat but have no land.
Me and prey in 1979.
Selfie last year.
You name the method, I've used it. Rifle, musket, pistol, bow & arrow, shotgun. They all work. They are very good eating.
It isn't legal to sell in many states and can in those states only be acquired legally here by hunting the animal with bow or firearm. There has been some experimentation with Antelope farming further West, but chronic wasting disease surfaced in the imprisoned herd and all had to be destroyed.
The last time I saw venison for sale it was 20 years ago and it was about $15 a pound then.
I will refrain from AIM style political comment about Miles Standish, the Massachusetts Colony and the now vanished Pequots tribe and dear sweet Squanto. Instead I will expand this to all.
Ccincy, I stand by my count. Obviously you have an extra rule being shown you.
Copy paste from my screen below.
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17. Limit emoticons to 3 per blog entry to respect page-load time of members with slow computers and site resources. Each blog entry must include at least one complete sentence of text. Blog entries with less than one sentence, gibberish, or emoticons-only will be deleted."
Chromedome - Wow, what a Dr. Who! I didn't expect that ending. I was going to say I know some hidden streets in NYC where the 'mole' people live. I have found two entrances in my time there. Kind of like the ones in that episode. You don't see it, unless you see it. And usually only because while distracted you walk into an entrance that shouldn't be there, or descend a stair that had no bottom level. Places where the light of a good strong flashlight only goes a few feet and ceiling lights put out only one or two candlepower. 'Nuff said about that. No, I didn't expect that ending. I wonder if he will try to undo it. Of course it didn't work for 'the girl who waited' or her Centurion, so it may not work now either.
We 'hear' your testimony. The question the jury has is where is the evidence there was no fruit in the box? The defense says the box is empty and there was fruit, but you ate them.
Jury question: How tiny can a fragment of strawberry be before a complaint of no fruit has validity? If there is a piece the size of the head of a pin, has not the expectation of fruit been met?
What if the piece was half that size? Is it not still fruit and is not the expectation of fruit being in box fully met?
loveallnite = Don't you see? It is all just a play for entertainment and study. A role playing exercise if you will with us as the role players. A living tapestry.
RE: Dear Abby
Mic -