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[valarltd]

Pictures from Mid South Con are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/9632363@N08/



Next year I get a wheelchair and a parachute.
It'll be just about as attractive as that.
I keep forgetting I'm 10 years and 130 lbs past my prime, and that there's nothing tackier than a fat middle-aged broad who still thinks she's sexy.

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Re: The D-Man checks in

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Moses=ability to part the Red Sea...so to speak

I was ill and in about four different kinds of pain--none of them the fun type--and barely made it through my 11 PM panel. I slogged back to the room and was asleep before midnight, rather than carousing until 4 as my roommates did.

And I see myself very clearly for what I am. The Sexy ship sailed, a long time ago, and I just got the belated cable.

I can't believe you still wonder, after seeing those, why I'm reluctant to get naked in front of a camera.

Re: The D-Man checks in

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"I can't believe you still wonder, after seeing those, why I'm reluctant to get naked in front of a camera." she says.

Let's just call you, "an acquired taste," shall we?

I do recall, once upon a time, a younger, much more slendar you, with nowhere yet near a luscious DD breast, getting dressed up in a purple harem girl outfit and posing for a camera in a little basement apartment... before donning slave girl apparel for another round of posing, and then losing everything but the collar and chains for a final round. I remember--upon seeing the (mostly) beautiful results, with a few of them being absolutely outstanding--you claiming later that the camera had never loved you so well before, and has never loved you so well since.

Then, as now, my dear... You merely need someone who knows how to bring out in you that which is there, unseen by most... and often unseen even by you (perhaps because you cannot believe it's there, or that it might even still exist). You see what you are used to seeing; merely what is there on the surface. You, and most others around you, don't bother looking deeper. Digging can be hard work... but sometimes that's what you need to do to find a gemstone. Studying is hard work, but sometimes that's what you need to do to better understand certain things. Practice is hard work, but sometimes that's what you need to do to master an art.

If you will: You, my dear, are a heady collection of alcoholic spirits locked in a liqueur cabinet; many common, some special, and a few unique. Without the key, the cabinet (you) and its contents are just something to look at and accept at face value. Opened up, alone, each bottle of spirits can do a certain job on your senses. Some might even taste harsh and go down hard by themselves. Turned over to and placed in the hands of an accomplished bartender who knows how to whip up a special drink from all those bottles (emphasis on whip)--carefully measured and mixed in the correct amounts, and properly garnished... and you get a remarkable libation. A little hard perhaps for some to swallow or take, even more difficult for some to hold, but nonetheless a good zinger to certain pallets, and definitely an acquired taste.

Those of us who have partaken of it, and liked it, do not forget it and will seek it out.