cwbrenn, returning after a lengthy self-exile—welcome back, and let's hope that karsten will someday find his way home as well—wonders, anent the featherheaded one
wasn't that the poor woman rcagera was using as his personal verbal punching bag?
Assuming that was actually my dyslexia-inducing online handle being scrambled above, I vigorously refute the assertion. I
never employed Nightowl as a personal punching bag: I was always unselfishly willing to share the abuse with others, and in these latter months, I am pleased to report, the duties of dope-slapping have been taken up by hands far more capable than my own. Also, the punching bag metaphor is itself inapposite, suggesting as it does a certain solidity and weight, whereas the owlet's contributions are masterpieces of insubstantiality, with a volume-to-content ratio not generally seen this side of the more advanced aerogels—hardly the stuff of a proper sparring workout.
Again, welcome back, and I hope you find the climate more congenial this time out—although the artist until recently known as screamer complains that the joint is becoming too tame...
cordially,
Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.