Hey!

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

This thing ate my post! Grr.

Not like it wasn't only two lines long, but STILL!

So, Hank... what happens to a post that doesn't post? Is it like a ghost post? Or does it remain caught between post and not-post indefinitely until someone opens up the database to look inside?

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Apparently what happens is it shows up later to make me look like a woman who can't work a computer. *grins*

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

What really happens is that I feed them to the fnord beneath my bed.

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

You have a fnord! Man, I didn't think we were allowed pets here... is that a teacher priviledge?

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

You do not see the fnord.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

I do not fnord see the fnord fnord.

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

Good girl. We'll make a sysadmin out of you yet.

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[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

W00T!

Or rather... R00t!

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Really, Henry, and at your age too.

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

The older I get, it seems, the easier it is to see those things that are not there. Such as that lovely head of hair of yours....

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Well, really, Henry, I wouldn't have thought you to be a connoisseur of coiffure. The current look is purely to facilitate usage of Cerebro. I know I have an earlier picture from the time when Erik and I were constructing it...ah, yes (http://www.anselm.edu/internet/classics/I,CLAUDIUS/Personae/patcla3.jpg), one from a toga party Erik threw one weekend. Those were certainly the days.

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

So, which of you was Laurence Olivier and which was Tony Curtis? He has more the Olivier jaw, I must confess.

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Well, he was Olivier, but only because of a previous Othello-themed party -- we had intended to go as the Moor and his wife as portrayed by Olivier and (now Dame) Maggie Smith, and he (having the more burly physique) was to be Oliver's Othello. It turned out, however, that Erik was quite allergic to stage-blacking, and I had to step into the role of the husband. Despite his truly excellent Maggie Smith impression, he was nevertheless most envious and insisted on being Olivier at the toga party.

I suspect that Marie is currently attempting to bleach her retinas at this point.

[x-beast.livejournal.com]

If I concede defeat right here and now, will you promise not to show me any more pictures?

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Just be thankful you didn't know him in his Seventies phase (http://www.mckellen.com/images/3024.jpg)...

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Evidently, I am jaded beyond my years, for I remain unphased by these images... except perhaps for that Maggie Smith parts. I shall never be able to look Erik in the eye again, though. Not that I could before, but now it will be for giggling reasons.

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Indeed (http://www.mckellen.com/images/0494m.jpg).

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

I like you just the way you are. Devastatingly handsome and brilliant. ;)

[x-avier.livejournal.com]

Flattery will get you nowhere, Marie.

Nevertheless, it is a useful life skill and one that should be encouraged. Carry on.

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Flattery : The act or practice of flattering; the act of pleasing by artiful commendation or compliments; adulation; false, insincere, or excessive praise.

Not flattery at all... I meant it! Okay, there was a little bit of pleasing and adulation in there, but nothing false, insincere, or excessive!