Kind of live with you and Dreamy reminds me of my old IRC chat days. It's a slightly different headspace. I can do it but it takes slight adjustment.
8) <-- Here's a smiley with glasses on to help avoid your facial recognition. (I also have tape over my laptop cam and avoid the fingerprint-reader. But they're closing in.)
Here, try these:
" 8-) "
Nice, they suit you. But your nose is a dead giveaway, to say nothing of your obvious old-school smilies.
Unsure I understand what you mean exactly, Ron, and what's MFM, MF or what is 'hard ass' in reference to? When I wrote 'live', incidentally, I meant 'real-time' or 'online at the same time' or 'not a recording'.
IRC (internet relay chat) is/was more like the phone, rather than a bulletin board. Substack is more like a bulletin board, even if users can sometimes be online simultaneously. Live chatting can't be edited after it's sent, so as I wrote, it requires a slightly different headspace.
Zazzy, I understood your comment, and mine was completely in jest - even if not too jesty - as if in real life.
MFM is a threesome - male/female/male, MF is a conventional couple, male/female, and hard ass is sort of derogatory - someone hardheaded, inflexible, obstinate, set in their ways.
Reread in these contexts and it'll make more sense but won't gain any humor. I need a humor coach in 2025, either you or Janos - maybe Dreamy.
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...
Wasn’t that author Jerry Pournelle’s position?
(At least in jest to make a point)
Rob - could be, I heard the expression probably 40(?) years ago. Mine the same - in jest to make a point - but not far off the truth. :-)
" :-) " ~ Ron Anselmo
My smilies have no nose.
Trying to avoid the facial recognition scans, are you?
Kind of live with you and Dreamy reminds me of my old IRC chat days. It's a slightly different headspace. I can do it but it takes slight adjustment.
8) <-- Here's a smiley with glasses on to help avoid your facial recognition. (I also have tape over my laptop cam and avoid the fingerprint-reader. But they're closing in.)
Here, try these:
" 8-) "
Nice, they suit you. But your nose is a dead giveaway, to say nothing of your obvious old-school smilies.
I think Dreamy finally went to bed.
<3
MFM? You know I'm a hard ass. She's absolutely precious - think MF, and the Coffeehouse partnership. I'm just a peripheral Menu Consultant. 8-)
Unsure I understand what you mean exactly, Ron, and what's MFM, MF or what is 'hard ass' in reference to? When I wrote 'live', incidentally, I meant 'real-time' or 'online at the same time' or 'not a recording'.
IRC (internet relay chat) is/was more like the phone, rather than a bulletin board. Substack is more like a bulletin board, even if users can sometimes be online simultaneously. Live chatting can't be edited after it's sent, so as I wrote, it requires a slightly different headspace.
Zazzy, I understood your comment, and mine was completely in jest - even if not too jesty - as if in real life.
MFM is a threesome - male/female/male, MF is a conventional couple, male/female, and hard ass is sort of derogatory - someone hardheaded, inflexible, obstinate, set in their ways.
Reread in these contexts and it'll make more sense but won't gain any humor. I need a humor coach in 2025, either you or Janos - maybe Dreamy.
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...