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d00d, u need to jus chill if u weren't so old yu might get it LOLZ!!!11!

Stop that this instant, Mr. Skillzy! Do you want another detention? DO YOU!? You're skating on THIN ICE, young man!

I am ashamed to say that I can read, though not fluently, Online Speak. I am thinking of adding it to my resume as a future job qualification, since these kids will grow up someday and (hopefully) hold down jobs. In a cruel twist of fate, one of them will wind up as my boss someday, and I will be able to reassure the hiring manager that I am sufficiently fluent in Online Speak to handle the communication necessary to successfully do the job.

As an entirely separate matter, Terry, Ms. Reba is gonna find out about this little venture one of these days. I can't help but think you'd be better off telling her yourself and just getting it over with. I hate to think about how terrible she'd feel (and you know, IMAH,ANH) if she discovered your secret life by accident -- or, God forbid, if someone in your circle stumbled into AoW Headquarters and decided to share a laugh with her at church about Oldest's latest escapade. You know, the one you weren't going to discuss with anyone?? ::shudder::

OMG!!!!! Skillzy is gonna get in trouble!!!! :)

Oh, I can read it and write it as well, I would just rather all that effort be a little more, I don't know...something.

AS FOR BEING DISCOVERED--really, I don't worry about it. I don't put anything on here that I would truly be upset if someone found it, even if it was Reba. You also have to remember I’ve been writing stuff online before I ever had a blog, and there was the silly newsletter I used to send out to my fellow Quitters from The Bad Place. She never really gave it much thought then, and I doubt she would now. But it’s still fun to pretend that she might, and that I have to skulk around to avoid being caught. All part of the game. And trust me, the folks at church know way more about me than I've ever told on here. The only question is why they care enough to want to find out! And they have to interact with my kids as much as anyone else does, so they are quite aware of their shortcomings. And their longgoings, as well.

And yes, Sarah--if he does not keep quiet, I shall be forced to summon the beetle.

What happened to the Badger? And there's only two beetles left since George left this particular wheel revolution.

I still think it's a matter of time till your secret identity as Deus Ex Machina of Alabama Blogdom comes out. The most likely development, given your past experiences, is Mrs. decides she wants one of her own. But you have to type it for her.

Sir, I beg of you, please forgive my foolish indiscretion. It was unseemly, ungentlemanly, uncouth, and uncalled for. Wouldst that I could push back the hands of time, and erase this awful blot from my commentating career. I resolve to be more mindful of my verbiage in all future endeavours.

And who told skinnydan about the MACHINE™??? No Yankees are supposed to know about that.

One question, perhaps the distaff side of your readers can explain. Theoretically, when a husband is told something, there is a Double Secret Probation Death Penalty on him should he mention a whiff about it to anyone, including the pet goldfish.

And yet, should a wife be sworn to the same secrecy, the word is out in picoseconds. With the later explanation "Well, of course I HAD to tell so-and-so; she's my [choose three - best friend / mother / sister / daughter / hairdresser / traffic cop]."

I don't mean to perpetuate stereotypes, but there's a reason men don't share every piece of information with women. Or is this just my theoretical, non-practically applicable, no this has never happened to anyone I've ever met experience.

Skillzy, m'boy, p'raps you missed the memo. I have been inducted into the AoW, Extreme Northern Division. I'm still required to use the Junior Faculty Washroom, but I'm allowed to know about plots and secret devices.

Skillzy--your groveling has saved you once again. But I shall keep my eye on you, boy.

As for machinery, I know nothing. As we all know, the supposition that robopossums exist is ludicrous. They simply are figments of people's vivid imaginations.

AS FOR SECRETS--the reason men don't tell is that men forget what was told to them in mere picoseconds. For those of us with chronic short-term memory loss, every day is full of fresh new discoveries! Like just this morning, I found out about these things called "cars" that you can use to drive around in. AMAZING!

SkinnyDan never mentions that he hasn't told his Missus about this here blogging thing either. And she knows how to use a computer. Of course, he isn't using his real name -- I don't think.

Terry, seems like that could make a good subplot in a movie I might have seen once. Something about a fish trying to find his uncle in New Zealand or something. It'll come back to me.

Jordana, my position is actually a bit riskier, as the Skinnydan epithet is attached to an email address Missus is aware of. On the other hand, I've said a lot of nice things about her there, all of which are true, so I don't think I'm going to get much of a chewing out.

Though she's gonna give me grief about complaining that I'm tired from work, since I'm goofing here a lot.

The Machine™ is much larger and more powerful than the AoW, and no Yankees or non-Alabama grads are actually supposed to know that it exists. Their secrecy is legendary, they've been known to go so far as t

Skillzy? SKILLZY!?

THE MACHINE™ KILLED SKILLZY!

Hmm. I wonder if he has any good stuff at his place I could take?

As for my spouse and my blogging- after nearly 2 years, she still considers it an activity just slightly more respectable than voluntary and public pants-wetting. She knows I have a blog but she really just doesn't care.

Anything shiny? Maybe he has a pony! Oh look a BADGER! With cheese!

They give out awards for Dairy Products?

Hello, this is Skillzy. Nothing bad happened to me earlier, it was simply a computer malfunction. There is no Machine™, I was delusional and not thinking straight. Nothing to see here, move along.

PS - Roll Tide, baby!

Nate, here's hoping you do much more of the former than the latter.

Sarah, all I found was a bunch of OH! Hello, Skillzy! No, I wasn't looking through your stuff, honest!

Wait--that's not Skillzy--IT'S A ROBOSKILLZY! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR L

You know, considering this post started off complaining about spelling, you'd think some of the participants could at least finish writing whole words. All this "look ou" and "I'll just open this bo" and "help me I'm being eaten by a squi" stuff is ridiculous.

You old people and your obscure communication style.

Yes, Dan, you are exactly correct, and I will no longer do anything like that.

PS - Roll Tide, baby!

Excellent.

I haff now THE MACHINE™ of Järn. I haff spendent the schillings (not Curt, btw) to become a Real Moron™. I haff a 1905 Aga stove... all 850kg and FOB of it. I vunder if ze underfooten surface in mine Huss can withstand that British Might™?

Tony--I sure hope that oven's on the ground floor--if not, 850kg might make its own way downstairs.

You can use an Aga in the South without boiling yourself alive? I can't wait to hear more of Chef Tony's exciting adventures with a cast iron cookstove.

What do you cook in something that big? Whole side of cow?