Gus delurked some time after I started lurking in fall 2002. I had the impression he was new to everyone. I liked the persona of Gus. I don't want to rehash all that, but someday I'd like the real story.
Some of the Olympic "our neighbor, Canada, is cool" features are worth it. I'm now in love with a blind sled dog named Isabelle and her owners.
Is it weird to bring a laptop into a pizza place? Because I'm totally in a pizza place with my laptop right now.
We learned on a Dvorak keyboard.
Ah. Have you met The Ferrets?
I am actually a 6ft tall Republican father of seven from the great state of North Dakota.
Well, no wonder you fake being Canadian so well. :)
I'm 3 raccoons in a human suit.
STEPH WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.
Well, no wonder you fake being Canadian so well. :)
Through in a few ehs, spell things with some random u's thrown in and you guys were totally snookered.
These
poor GS skiers.
I can't imagine
being in the Zone only to be stopped part way through my run because I might crash into my teammate.
Yeesh.
There is a shrieking monkey in here.
Wait, this isn't a zoo. It's a small child.
We learned on a Dvorak keyboard.
Ah. Have you met The Ferrets?
Oh, yeah. We go way back. We all went to Gary, Indiana, on vacation last summer. Boy, the stories we could tell!
I'm 3 raccoons in a human suit.
STEPH WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.
Truer words, man. (Never spoken.)
Oof. I'm wiped out. One of the side effects of this new AD is EXTREME FATIGUE, and they ain't kidding. I might just make lunch for tomorrow and crawl into bed. Weak-ass shit, man.
Man, I really want New York style pizza. And to resist the temptation to go traipsing through the archives for Gus posts...