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RE: I buy Steem.
Ok. I thought about this for a bit after jumping to hasty conclusions. I thought you had me for a simpleton. But this website link is indeed full of emojis which are easy to integrate into text and grow and shrink like a font. However,
my face was nicer than her face. (and the main reason why I skipped that site) No accounting for taste, of course, and the 1990-retro computer look has its moments of resurgence, agreed.
However,
still remains the matter of my not having really appealed successfully to Mr. Creativo (Mr. Cogito, if you prefer, ) for I though you had a treasure chest of really keyboard-crafted cuneiform like men (with hats) to spare.
Sorry to disappoint, I never had a need for emojis to that extent, so I never bothered to look into the matter :_(
My interests in computers is mainly to get them to work and to keep them working. Painting the flames on them to make them resemble Hot Rods I leave to another discipline. If you look at my posts here on Steemit, you'll find little in the form of embellishments.
And what joy in your less is more style. It never disappoints.
Great to hear shooting starts tomorrow. Hope you've put the manual of all your new equipment under your pillow. Works wonders.
I never doubted that you didn't read my posts, and I had a bunch of altercations back in the day about how inane it was to vote without reading (or at least visiting in person). I likened it to sending a gift without turning up at the party. But that is what people do apparently. And they gift the most nonsensical, faddish things. Like an Eternal Rose. Good grief. I really have to despair. My son got his Bat From Hell such an anniversary gift. (Christ, what a year in Hell.) How does good taste, even fair taste get lost in one generation? No accounting for sensibilities, I suppose. A rose in a box, dessicated, scentless, packed away (or it will gather dust).... I can only hope this dead gift puts a deadly spell on the relationship.
In a way I hope you don't (hardly) find time to read me anymore! That would be good news right? A jampacked or maplesyrup coated life in the WAFS?
Go easy on the macchiatios on set. It's all void calories.
Nooo, I would starve! You know that as soon as I get back, and the pewter is transferring the recordings to a hard drive, I'll be looking for your latest musing. WAFS?
Dead rose in a box. Didn't the Stones write something about that? Dead Flowers?
Sometimes those kids with bad taste do some amazing things, but I get your drift, we just don't get it anymore. Something about Pet Rocks, sigh..
edit: Nothing stays the same and your year from Hell too will pass and maybe it's the reason you left for a while. I really hope things fall in their place for the return of tranquility. Facing these situations alone must be tough and for a parent it probably never leaves entirely. I think I wrote before how friends in MN have an autistic child, but in that household there were 3 people to help out.