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Harry Birthday, Buddy! I hope there's bunnies to chase, and swift hooves under the rising sun for many more! nose to the wind, kid.

Buying a bunch of pics of penises makes me fairly certain he's gay. The other pieces? Less so. But I really don't care. I don't know his music, and I don't find him at all attractive. As for the value of the art he bought, value is set by two things. How much does somebody want to be paid for it, and how much is somebody else willing to give for it? My opinion? The pieces depicted aren't worth the price paid, and I wouldn't want them at any price. They evince no artifice, and they don't move me, but rely on their novelty alone. I can go to a t-shirt shop to find that. But it's Harry's money, and Harry wants to spend it on the stuff, so I hope he enjoys it. I don't know what gay art is.

Things always work out. Often not as planned, but they work out.

Moonglow, and Leon, Howdy and Welcome. I hope you like it here.

Welcome, 'Lover. If you need anything, just give a shout. I guarantee you'll get an offer to help. Probably more than one.

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Hey, Irritable! Welcome to the forum. If your screen name is any indication, I look forward to hearing more from you.

At the farmers' market here, they'd cost $5.00.

Alfredfranco, John, Eric, howdy. Chris, anybody who chooses the angel of death is cool. Well met, guys! Pull up a chair and sit a spell.

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A few years ago, there was a natural disaster that destroyed over 1,800 homes. Thousands were left homeless. Even those with insurance were left mentally scarred and crippled, unsure of shelter, waiting for things to start to work out. One of these, along with his domestic partner and their 2 dogs, happened to be a part of an online community. Word got out about what had happened, and 2 members of that community each put together a care package and shipped it to the victim. One gift in the first package was a blanket. With fall closing in and being unsure of anything, having lost everything, they received a gift of warmth. The second package contained three special gifts. The first was a book, To Kill a Mockingbird, to begin to replace a library lost. The second and third were toys for the dogs. You see, the 2-legged people weren't the only ones who lost it all, and in the aftermath, that was all but forgotten. We've bought a dozen blankets since then, but we'll always keep the one Wayne sent as a reminder. The dog toys have a finite life, but I'll never forget that KC sent me that book. Sometimes, the smallest things can mean the most.

All we had to do was read one of your stories to know this was bound to happen, Kase. Now comes the hard part - living up to it. I don't think that's gonna be a problem. Congratulations, dude. I'd better go look at that chapter, now, before you fire me.

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Muppet, I could just squeeze the stuffin' outta you. I just now found out. Congrats, old man.

Cia's comment about consistency is the best rule on any formatting, any story, any editing convention. Texting is relatively new. Authors and editors will try several different approaches before a universal standard arises to set it apart. How long do you think it took for semicolons to be adopted? The written word followed the spoken word. Now the word processed word will follow the texted word.

Moby Dick?

"You've changed, man." A neighbor had one of these when I was a kid. Can you say "scalded dog?" It was a screamer.

JayZ, Eli, nice to meet ya. Hey Astro. Where's 4? Welcome, all.

highlights: '12 Honda Fit Sport in blue vortex pearl, I call 'nuff. Big 'nuff, fast 'nuff, economical 'nuff, and it'll carry 2 kayaks. Cut my gas bill $300/month. '02 GMC Envoy in white, I put 208k miles on it. It had a whirlpool in the tank. '97 Dodge Dakota, pgf, with a sign on the back end that said, "Hit me." Rear ended 5 times. '86 Nissan King Cab Deluxe. The Oreo, black on the outside and white on the inside. It had a grey interior. '64 Dodge Polara, metallic teal (Golden Anniversary Dodge with 350 hp) '58 Plymouth Savoy, black (The Batmobile) '69 Plymouth Satellite, The Big Blue Marvel.

Agreed, without reservation. Although I'm sure there are vids available depicting actual rape, most scenes are simulated by consenting adults, paid for their performance. I don't believe simulated rape scenes encourage rape any more than I expected moviegoers to emerge from the theater after watching Gandhi to do anything not already in their nature to do. Some people would argue that permitting the safe exercise of a fantasy decreases the inclination to do it for real, whether it be by watching a porn vid or dressing up as Robin and asking Batman to have his way with you. When the lights go down, the shades are drawn, the door closed, it's none of anybody else's business. And if they're doing it out in the public eye, I reserve the right to enjoy the show. Since I began writing this, Graeme posed his questions regarding how truly willing the models are in porn. We are a species capable of great good and great evil, in every facet of our existence. The only response I can offer is to cite specific conditions which would make the porn either uplifting or abhorrent to me. Those probably aren't universal. If the models are consenting, If the rape is simulated, if, if, if. Right or wrong, I assume certain things. Maybe I choose to believe what makes me comfortable while watching.

Sometimes, encouraging others gives us the ability to overcome discouragement. And sometimes, we just need a another hand in our own. I hope the one suffices until you find the other. Until then, you have us. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPoTGyWT0Cg

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Is it moral? Hells no. Interference with the life of any living creature is morally tinged. When I put a collar on my dog, there are moral ramifications. You're not speaking of persuasion or enticement here, but of outright change. That implies, at best, ambivalence toward another's nature. Talk about fraught...

Yep. So does the lettuce and spinach I picked from the garden for tonight's salad. And when it's too hot to grow lettuce here, it'll be tomatoes and cucumber and jalapeno and basil and dill and chives.

It's not just a disconnect from where food comes from, it's a disconnect from the natural world, of which we're very much a part. This disconnect is why some folks think humans aren't animals. I'm glad the display is back up. Folks, if you're gonna eat meat, grow some skin. If not, try getting some dirt under your nails, hoeing turnips, for pity's sake. Get involved with life; it's all around you and within you. Just curious - any of you ever eaten armadillo or opossum? MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... chili con gato.