I am discovering a certain poetry in words like methyl bromide, pendimethalin, and parquat dichloride.
Hey, Snowball, come around more often, would ya?
Sigh. I miss Snow. I mean, I still talk to her all the time, but I miss her here.
Make her come back, Bake. Insist on it. She doesn’t have to blog, but she must Scrine.
I second that. Bakerina, you’re elected to be our emissary to bring Snow back to Scrine.
She summoned me like the demon from hell I’ve always been, dears. I think it’s time to talk to Keith about resurrecting my blog. Or maybe I should create a new one. Or maybe I should slip back into obscurity. No, I could use the therapy.
SNOW! I’ve missed you a lot. How are you?
Hey, even if you aren’t sure you want to blog, you could pop by here once in a while ... just sayin’.
I have to work around IT issues and Websense to get to much of anywhere on the net during working hours, so it’s a bit more difficult than it used to be, but...here I am. Things are very thingish as usual. B passed out at his dad’s over the weekend, G is starting to decide where to go to grad school, and I need a better job. Not much has changed, in other words.
Woohoooooooo! Honey, it’s SO nice to see you around here. Can you ever forgive me for not returning your last phone call in a prompt and expeditious manner? I mean it, I’m just not fit for civilized society anymore.
Snow, you can always toss things up on Scrineblog in a pinch. Or you can borrow mine for a guest-post. Or. Or. Or. Just get back here and share words with us any way you can.