OK. Moving on from the ‘first song you think of’ thread, here’s a little word association test for you. What’s the first thing you think of in connection with each of the following:
Dale Wisely
Bloomfield
Nanohedron
Martin Milner
Avanutria
Flyingcursor
Dubhlinn
Emmline
Gary Kelly
Cranberry
The Weekenders
Glauber
Walden
Izzarina
Wombat
Amar
Please don’t send me hate mail if I missed you off the list. I’m going to be in enough trouble with the people who are on it. 
I’ll probably get killed
Dale - Chiff and Fipple Whistle king
Bloom - Logical
Nano - Laid Back
Martin - Subtle Wit
Avanutria - Globe Trotter
Flyingcursor - Troll
dub - Politically volatile
Emm - displaced hippy
Gary Kelly - Quick wit
Cranberry - Living in Private Idaho
Weeks - Studious
Glauber - Reserved
Walden - Thoughtful
Izzy - full of fun
Wombat - Musically Diverse
Amar - Hugh Hefner
Dale Wisely - Da Management.
Bloomfield - Hmmmm (in a pensive manner)
Nanohedron - Dylan the Rabbit
Martin Milner - Hurrah!
Avanutria - Orange juice and old leather.
Flyingcursor - Flydood!
Dubhlinn - Bob Dylan
Emmline - Nymph!
Gary Kelly - Me 
Cranberry - jesus.
The Weekenders - Politics.
Glauber - Nice doggy.
Walden - Origami
Izzarina - Palm Tree!
Wombat - Joe Mangle
Amar - Leslie Phillips
Dale Wisely - smooth operator
Bloomfield - pure drop
Nanohedron - multi-faceted chap
Martin Milner - The Brit
Avanutria - concertina
Flyingcursor - likes fish & chips
Dubhlinn - smoother than the head on a pint o’ the black stuff
Emmline - phwoaaar!
Gary Kelly - good egg
Cranberry - cruel & evil
The Weekenders - Saturday & Sunday
Glauber - mandolin basher
Walden - multi-national Emperor
Izzarina - giggles
Wombat - living in the land down under
Amar - Lionel Blair
Compare this photo with Dale’s avatar. Is there something you should be telling us Martin? 
Maybe there’s something Dale should be telling me…
You’ve put on a little weight around the face since your avatar photo was taken.
The first thing I think of is a high school clique.
Dale Wisely – The Undisputed
Bloomfield – The Enigmatic
Nanohedron – The Multifaceted
Martin Milner – Adam-12 & Route 66
Avanutria – Laughing Whistles
Flyingcursor – Flydood
Dubhlinn – Quick Wit
Emmline – The personification of the Reasonable Person principle
Gary Kelly – Who is that guy?
Cranberry – Amar
The Weekenders – Politics
Glauber – He’s really a dog
Walden – Pond
Izzarina – Her Izziness
Wombat – Oz
Amar – Nudge nudge, wink wink, know what I mean?
John, you are thoroughly evil. 
Great! I’ve only got to work on ‘cruel’ now. 
Don’t forget “seedy”!
Dale Wisely—aw…hope you’re ok!
Bloomfield----what? (jk, he’s too smart for me.)
Nanohedron—which one of them?
Martin Milner—funny, cute, btw, how’s Ava?
Avanutria—smart, nice, btw, how’s MarMil?
Flyingcursor—big family!
Dubhlinn—he’s my bud.
Emmline—no comment
Gary Kelly—male equivalent of a nymph.
Cranberry—smart dude–things will come together, just wait…
The Weekenders—funny, fledgling curmudgeon.
Glauber—cute dog.
Walden—does beautifully at gently standing for his ideology on a forum
full of libs.
Izzarina—must be a saint
Wombat—I like wombats.
Amar—a pest, but I like him.
That would be a satyr.
Being pretty new I have some impressions of some people from just a very few encounters, haven’t really met them all:
Dale Wisely —screamingly funny writer
Bloomfield ----mysterious
Nanohedron —quick wit, helper
Martin Milner ----civilized
Avanutria—kind
Flyingcursor—haven’t really met
Dubhlinn —
Emmline ----even-keeled
Gary Kelly—on his toes, excellent language
Cranberry—yin/yang
The Weekenders —passion
Glauber ----haven’t really met
Walden —joke player
Izzarina—lovely princess
Wombat—sane
Amar ----good sport
Dale Wisely Crystal people
Bloomfield whistles
Nanohedron mork and mindy
Martin Milner marty feldman
Avanutria ava gardner
Flyingcursor the dude with the horn
Dubhlinn dublin
Emmline witty woman
Gary Kelly good chum
Cranberry gay
The Weekenders cp-thread
Glauber brasil
Walden kelloggs
Izzarina her sister
Wombat down-under
Amar hedonist
Well, that seems about right since he is running around with no clothes on waving his whistle about.
in your (my) dreams..
I’ll have you know I’m wearing a loin-cloth, like all fine upstanding satyrs of my ilk. (When it’s not in the laundry basket). And one does not run around waving one’s Precious about, one holds it up to the light and gazes at its Preciousitudicity, makes it extend to its full length ready for blowing, and afterwards telescopes it down to its normal compacted size for carrying around safely tucked away in one’s loin-cloth. (When it’s not in the laundry basket).
