Conner

Welcome, Jacen! We need more downunder dudes to add to the international flavour here. New Zealand has always been on my short list of countries to visit - haven't made it yet. Your buddy, Bardeara, has posted a bit in the last few days - so he's here. His blog has lapsed somewhat. Post away and, yeah, write Conner

So you're saying you just used me for my pretty face??? Well, as Mae West used to say, "It's better to get looked over than overlooked!" Being a kidd, you probably never heard of Ms. West. She was a looker. Another great line of hers was, when asked about the men in her life, "It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men!" I love that. Conner

I just want to put to rest the insidious rumour that CJ has passed all the hunt answers to the udder goat members. :wacko: Conner

Very clever! Personally, I don't do clever! It puts too much of a strain on me. :wacko: Conner

Happy B-day, Trebs! Conner

What time do you get your sorry goat-butt out of bed, CJ? Conner

Just read the story - nice job. Happy belated, Kevin. I wish the authors had spent a little more time on your "well shaped chest and stomach". Conner

Hey you, Jack Frost, you got it wrong! I'm the old goat around here! I've earned it and no one's gonna take that away from me! :2hands: CJ's the Kidd-goat. Living at 7,000 ft., he's also the mountain goat. :pickaxe: I'm more of a valley goat...the air is easier to breath. I only do mountains when there's a gondola. Arizona doesn't have gondolas. They tend to melt. CJ taught me how to be Thanks, CJ! Hugs, Conner

From an email I received. > Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their > collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. > These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across > the country. Here are last year's winners: > > 1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides > gently compressed by a Thigh Master. > > 2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like > underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. > > 3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy > who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those > boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at > high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of > those boxes with a pinhole in it. > > 4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room > temperature Canadian beef. > > 5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes > just before it throws up. > > 6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. > > 7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree. > > 8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because > of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a > formerly surcharge-free ATM machine. > > 9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a > bowling ball wouldn't. > > 10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled > with vegetable soup. > > 11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, > surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy > comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30 > > 12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze. > > 13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you > fry them in hot grease. > > 14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the > grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left > Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 > p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. > > 15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that > resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth. > > 16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had > also never met. > > 17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the > East River. > > 18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only > one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut. > > 19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do. > > 20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, > this plan just might work. > > 21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating > for a while. > > 22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but > a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or > something. > > 23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg > behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. > > 24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with > power tools. > > 25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as > if she were a garbage truck backing up.

:wacko: CJ's a goat! But yes, he's very upbeat for a goat! Did you meet CJ??? Hugs, Conner

I just wanted to add my thanks as well to Kitty and Luigi for doing a super job. You keep raising the bar and that's to be commended. Thanks. Hugs, Conner

Now that was one fun story. That's what I call coming out! Congrats, Author CJ! You created just the right amount of tension between Trevor and Jason in the early part of the story. Thanks for all the surfing lingo. So, just as Jase and Trev did, enjoy the afterglow! Hooda thought a goat could write! Hugs, Conner

Young adult??? I suppose. As far as I'm concerned, you're still a pup. Keep me laughing, dude. Happy Birthday! Hugs, Conner

Lumberjack??? You look like a goat to me!!! Mind you, I like that devil pic of you, you know, with the red eyes and erect horns! Hugs, Conner P.S. Loved the story. Lil' Budda's idea is right on!

Happy Canada Day to all us Canadians! Hmmm....that's number 139. Hugs, Conner

Happy Birthday, Viv! Have a great one. Hugs, Conner

Happy Birthday, Chris! Hugs, Conner

"To Where You Are" Who can say for certain Maybe you're still here I feel you all around me Your memory's so clear Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak You're still an inspiration Can it be (?) That you are my Forever love And you are watching over me from up above Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile to know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are Are you gently sleeping Here inside my dream And isn't faith believing All power can't be seen As my heart holds you Just one beat away I cherish all you gave me everyday 'Cause you are my Forever love Watching me from up above And I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave Fly me up To where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile To know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are I know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are Music: Richard Marx; Lyrics: Linda Thompson Recorded by Josh Groban, CD: Josh Groban

Happy Birthday, Reaper! 16! I think my 16th was great...but, I can't remember. :wacko: Hugs, Conner

Basically, it's a great idea. Obviously, it would have to be set up properly - while keeping the fun, romantic elements intact. Relationships, gay or straight, need that sort of thing...especially if you want to get laid regularly. Hugs, Conner

Have a great birthday, Ben. Just remember to post pics. It seems like just yesterday we were taking about how many pairs of shoes we all have. Hugs, Conner

Happy Birthday, Joana! Hope you have a great year. Hugs, Conner

Happy Birthday, Steve! All the best to a fellow Canadian! Hugs, Conner P.S. Mikie, stop it with the fire extinguisher jokes! :2hands: If Steve needs a fire extinguisher, I'll need the whole fire department! P.P.S. Mikie, how did you figure out how to spell extinguisher??? :wacko:

Happy Birthday, Tim-dude! Depressed??? You're still a pup! Have a great one. Hugs, Conner

I'm sorry for your trouble, Nick. Conner