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Vicus, old cabbage....

I find myself unable to post at your site. This has caused me a great deal of stress.

Here is what I wanted to post as a comment.


Ok, now I'm really upset. I copied it to paste here and it seems that blogger has gobbled it up and refuses to spit it out.

I think I need to go lay down.

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  1. Anonymous12:49 PM

    Hi Pamela
    I am distressed too.
    My blog allows anonymous comments, and allows you to tick the 'other' box. I am sure it is all to do with this ongoing upgrade at blogger.
    If that doesn't work, you can email your comments and I will post them for you.
    Of all people, I need your advice with my new found identity.

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  2. Sounds like standard 'Homeland Security' procedural interference to me...afterall,
    vicus certainly remains a person of interest.

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  3. Yes, vicus is considered a peron of interest here in the U.S.A. I was amazed that they allowed him entrance this summer, but when I discovered he was only going to Kansas, it all made sense.

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  4. Vicus,

    Upon reflection while sitting here at work wondering why in god's name I took a salaried job that requires me to act as editor/reporter/referee/feldgendarmarie et al, it occured to me that I did actually have a bit of tangential practical knowledge that trumps Betty's knowledge of women's footwear.

    During the 1984-85 academic year in grad school in Richmond, Va., I happened to share a dormitory wing with a small but tight knit community of drag queens. While much of their culture was wasted upon me, I did recall one of the tribe mentioning that open-toed shoes on a man were patently tacky.
    While I've had no occasion then or since to test that observation, I pass it on to you with my best wishes.

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  5. Anonymous11:41 PM

    Sorry, FE, I am just open by nature. My public demands it.

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  6. And Vicus, why do you let Pam accuse you of being a Peronista? I thought that was long out of style in Argentina.


    fcbwczrj - the painful result of Gerry Anderson allowing Jerzy Kozinski to write a Thunderbirds episode

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