You are wrong. For this very reason, I don't write. I have used the same typewriter for my manifestos since 1980.
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Jenee agrees: Your handwriting is nearly as bad as my son's. In my defense, I wrote on white, unlined paper. Hmm, calligraphy wouldn't be bad to look into.
Fixed that for you. I suspect the Europeans still get it drilled into them -- my girlfriend would say my handwriting's bad, and she's five years younger than I am. FWIW, I hated having to learn cursive back in 3rd-4th grade, but writing letters to her's shown me a how useful a skill it is.
Batboy is unsurprised. Batboy heard Garamet can also read Pictish, what with being a native speaker and all. :bee:
Apt. The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -Yeats
I request that this thread and Sokar and Tamar's drama threads be merged into one uberdrama thread. WE CAN MAKE IT TO 1000!
There have only been 3 or 4 threads in the history of WF to reach 1000 posts, and I started 2 of them!
I just thought of a fallacy... if my penmanship's better than yours because I'm not in the medical field... but if my girlfriend's is better than mine and she's a nurse... oh shiiiiiiiiiiii--