And I’ve definitely learned that it’s tough to be ironic in print. Unless you want to use those stupid emoticons ;-0

You should probably put a hyperlink over at the spidersilk site you were using that directs people back over “here”. I’ve been patiently going “there” every day or so to see if anything new showed up, and others might be doing the same. I was about to send out a Rescue Party.

You’re right about humor, most people are pretty challenged in this area.

Stay well. (and frosty)

Rob

funny how non familiarity can affect me like that.

i see Gary Halbert pumped out a great letter today too

In September of ‘94 I was in Barcelona, Spain on a cruise ship. Only for the morning. I went into town with the drummer form our band. (Yes, I was working on the ship.) I have to tell you, I had been up most of the night with my girlfriend getting busy. So I was a bit hungover. Well. to make a long story short, I wasn’t feeling to good and we ducked into a bar to have a cappucino. It must have been my 6th that morning. I had to use the restroom because I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be sick or (playing it safe here) have diareaha (sp?). Well, the next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital with my head split open in 3 places. Blood everywhere. A woman pulls back the curtain and asks me, “Do you know where you are?” If I remember correctly I said, “Looks like a hospital lady, and by the way, can I speak to the doctor.”

She says, “I am the doctor.” And all I could say in my semi-unconcious state was, “Oh, sorry, you’re dressed just like everybody else. I didn’t know.” And then started to laugh becaue I didn’t know what else to do.

Of course my head was killing me, and I was then given a ‘local’ and sewn up.

Later, I was taken to a “room”, which I shared with a Spanish guy who didn’t speak any English. But what could I say, I didn’t speak much Spanish either. At least not the kind they speak in Spain.

Anyway, let’s cut to the chase. If I hadn’t had a good sense of humor, I wouldn’t have survived being in a foreign country, not speaking the language, being alone and incapacitated.

Oh, did I forget to mention I was alone since my friend had to get back to the ship because it was leaving.

I spent 3 nights in that hospital. Couldn’t speak the language and could only laugh at the situation. Boy, was I glad to have a sense of humour at that point. It’s the only thing that kept me from completely freaking out.

True story, Andrew