From: ivan@siamics.net
>>>>> Snuhwolf writes:
>>>>> On 05/30/2018 06:53 PM, Dan Skunk wrote:
>>>>> On 2018-05-29 06:54 PM, kattywampus@gmail.com wrote:
>>> HOLY THREAD NECROMANCY !!!
“Google Groups. Catering to all your newscromancy needs since 2001.”
>>> (also wow folks are still here!)
>> I’m still here. And not dead yet.
(Was out of Usenet for a few months, for reasons; see other post.)
> Heh… I might be soon. I either have MS or throat cancer. Somthing
> I dun liek.
(It’s neither duck nor rabbit; it’s black humor season!)
Could you please share on /just how on Earth/ did you manage to
get /that?/ I’m genuinely curious; I hope I can learn from your
example and follow it /as distantly as humanely possible!/
Now, don’t you dare to do anything gross just yet. Not until
you’ve learned to sing “Широка страна моя р
дная…” – in a way
that no one would tell you from a native speaker (or singer,
as the case might be.)
⁂
… So, I’ve been bicycling in the country last weekend. A few
hours before noon; the sun is shining, the breeze’s wonderful,
and the Great River's waters are high and wide, and seen
from far away. And I’m meandering slowly amidst the villages
having the worst headache I had on a outdoors trip in years;
taking glances to the cemeteries appearing in a distance along
my way, and pondering if I'm going to make it or not.
Covered perhaps 20 km (of planned 50 km or so) before getting
back to the station. Stayed there for an hour, taking a snack
of rye bread and dried yellow kumquats, before the next train
came and took me home.
Hopefully it's all my good old chronic issues, meeting somewhat
unstable weather at the time. Though perhaps I should take care
to at least eat more bananas and walnuts.
--
FSF associate member #7257 np. Mother Russia — Iron Maiden
--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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