Welcome, Prodigal
We of the Ancien Regime need to corral some of the folk quitting the greasy-kid-stuff and desirous of illuminating *con-versation {for the futchah!}
* ..with the ac'cent on the second syl-lab'-le, as in verse?
and not the first one: there are wayyy too Many 'con'-men already diluting the Giant-neuron-pool,
that which feeds those hordes of 21st Cent. Nintendo Eloi. I wot.
May IWE remain free-of, 12 minutes ago I had catfish for breakfast, with a Grandé, a whiff of triple-distilled Palmetto leaf + a drop of X-10000 $1K/gm. Zombie-pepper extract..
