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Sax, somewhere, with apologies to those who find it in any way uncouth:
When, as a young swordsman oft to be found up to the third knuckle in all manner of unsuitable shenanigans, I tossed mesel' on fate's capricious tide and delivered myself into the quagmire of the old extra-maritals, a dear friend from Clitheroe with the manner of a curmudgeonly old miner but the soul of a poet offered me some advice as I, wracked with guilt and indecision, sobbed into my ale and cried to an uncaring universe what am I going to do?
I love this paragraph. Sax has been on top form all day.
A recent flurry of to-ing and fro-ing between Jack the Bodiless and Jack Fear in the Tattoo thread made my day as well, but remains unquotable without reprinting every last bit of it. Otherwise they passed the basic Barbequote test by making me spit coffee all over the keyboard, the whole exchange reminding me of Ditko-Spidey bickering with the Human Torch for some reason. And Deva recently came out with something rather naughty and really clever, which gave me a tingle in the nethers, but I’m not going to barbequote that. Because I’m not uncouth.
And particularly sterling work from everyone today. I love reading Barbelith. Regardless of recent outbreaks of gormless trollage, when all the heavyweight wits are present and a thread’s in full flow it’s quite the sharpest thing I’ve ever seen. |
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