blathereens oren I *vomited* when a recent post, in which i used the_word 'blathereens', showed up and 'blathereens' was not hyperlinked!!! I_am vomiting yet again! Okay, I_am done vomiting. One really should make a point to limit one's vomit-sessions to under a minute; decorum, my dears, is what holds together the tenuous bond between turtleneck sweaters and Raisinets. 051210 ... andru235 oren, i feel your pain, and your sentiments on decorum. if it wasn't for decorum, zitherists would harp on guitarists, who would bumble or rumble, with an eye towards tumbling whilst grumbling. we all know where this would us: yamal-nenets. that's right; if it wasn't for decorum, we would end up on a beautiful, sparsely populated russian peninsula. i can't think of anything worse, except for, of course, pretty much everything else (things that, owing to my respect for decoratio - er, decorum -, i shant mention). i am reminded of a quote by Mrs. McVildernook: "pooping, farting, pissing; there we all were. our noses were a-picking. but we spoke of other things; the sportings and the bombings. only when threatened by the vile and insidious "sex-gabbery" did we resort to speaking of our flatulenciesm of our arid mucusingsm of our [partially*] completed digestions." * unbeknownst to those present at the time, Mrs. McVildernook's previous stool had exhibited several chunks of undigested carrot**. ** it has not been established that it was, in fact, carrot, and not a yam***. *** ok, this is my last footnote**** for now. **** excusing, of course, this*****. ***** and this. 051211 what's it to you? who go blather from