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I’m not sure, but I think maybe nano whacked Google! Happy Birthday, or uh, whatever.
No, it didn’t qualify. Only punster is a live link. I got Googlejack. Boo hoo. Well, you are still unique nano. And I have clearly gone bananas. Good night all.
Wise? Why, thank you. I still aspire to dashing. Hope springs eternal, as the saying goes.
So, Cynth, if you take a peek at yon photo you will see a modern cittern partly but discreetly exposed to public view.
But times have changed a bit…got a ponytail now, and I’m playing a different flute these days, blackwood with keys. Typical gearhead.
Thanks, everybody, for your kind thoughts in spite of this milestone of embarrassing quantity. With luck a measure of quality instead will come of all this in future.
Gotta run; a session looms, and there’s a bottle of Jameson’s calling to me to take it home from off of its shelf at Sharrett’s.
Well, I would have liked a likeness of one of those “US Grade A Prime” stamps in that purple ink that you see on roasts tatooed on my butt, but I don’t have the build to make it credible. So, it’ll have to be a virtual tatoo, I fear.
[hurries in, disheveled] Arrgh. I’m late! As usual. Anyway:
To Nano let us drink a toast
Upon his sextokilopost:
To his quick and classy wit,
To puns that hurt (but just a bit);
To charming self-depreciation
Raise glasses in appreciation;
To fun and frolic, flute and cittern.
Ever gracious; never bittern.