It's time to give my avatar a change of wardrobe. Any suggestions? And also, do you think I should give my avatar a name?
I thought it was meant to be a representing you, therefore it should be called Buzz or Floyd or something equally mannish And it should wear some sort of helmet, so Doors can't claim that he drew the hair. Maybe a jockey/polo outfit?
Maybe a broom to show "sweeper" status? (Or perhaps a vacuum cleaner to avoid the witch connotations)
Curse you, Electric Man, curse yoooouu!!! Yes, it is supposed to represent me, but I need a name for it that won't be confused with me myself. Like "Mini-Me" or something, I don't know. Suggestions have been duly noted, and are being ruminated upon.
Spears are good. Great for prodding colleagues or an impromptu barbecue. Comes with interchangeable heads for removing cobwebs or spleens. What more does a woman need? I'm looking at your Avatar and I'm thinking ........ "Syntax"
Superb! *performs curtsey with a flourish* ...but what will Syntax The Avatar wear? I can give you the name of my Armourer, if needs be.
I'm seeing grass skirt and coconut bra..to represent the balmy climes of Hastings (well its got ocean which seems to be as good as it gets in England)... Although with the name syntax maybe something like Frau Sherlinger (I've forgotten her name from GP)... Cardigan, snail bun hair, tissues up the sleeves, glasses and a beady eyed, sucked lemon face...Sort of like this:
Syntax has a new outfit for now. And I don't even have to pester Doors for his webspace now! Edit - minor error.
Buzz do you think you could tradmark the t-shirt and sell me one? I think its cool and sums up how I feel most mornings, so it could be my morning t-shirt and 8) this could be my afternoon one.
I used to have a nightie that had Snoopy on the front saying "I think I'm allergic to mornings." Then I grew out of it. Stupid adolescence. :evil: lol
I thought at first you meant you'd grown out of being allergic to mornings. I love Snoopy and all things Peanuts-related. Spiky, I think that's an excellent idea!
I'm sending it to you via DoorMail, the exclusive service from the Church of Doors. I think High Priestess Ella is in charge of ensuring a speedy delivery, Nester is in charge of inspecting taxable items, Rinso is in charge of addressing and labelling, and Kenny is in charge of making sure things go to the right place. Hopefully, it will be with you soon!
Roman, I don't know what you mean. I was assured of the highest quality service, particularly as a fellow member of the clergy, albeit of a greater God. Spiky, this is very possible. By the way, how odd was that moment in the film? When about to join a queue, no English person says, "Leave it to me! I'm English, I know how to queue!" They might see the queue, join it, and then - after one of their foreign friends complained about it - chortle a little and say, "Ah, well it comes naturally to some!" Or something like that. No Englishman queues with that kind of spirited bravado!
I apologise to report i've already sold it to a blind Bolivian Orphan who doesn't even own a torso to wear it on. Sorry. Love the new avatar Grace, soon the face of unhapy Bob will be known worldwide.
That's because he will, it's Max of Sam and Max, it was an adventure game, back when Lucas Arts didn't suck.
Buzzfloyd, I like the new outfit, it rocks! Sleepy_Sarge, that was cool. Fudgecake, I know what you mean about being allergic to morning. I usually have at least one unexplicable sneeze every morning.
Well if the London bombings media coverage is to be believed then the English do everything stoicly with a stiff upper lip, which I always thought would make it quite hard to eat and possibly drink. Are there any stoic englishman around who can explain how you eat and drink with a stiff upper lip? p.s. Sarge :lol:
Through a straw, Spiky, through a straw. Garner asked me about stiff upper lips the other day - he couldn't understand why someone would have one. The point is that if you are going to cry, your lower lip goes wobbly, and the Englishman stiffens his upper lip to prevent himself from betraying his emotions. What makes me laugh is that, although this stereotype is now considered out-of-date, the principle is alive and well among young Englishmen of my acquaintance. I have even seen the stiff upper lip in action. Edit: Thanks, Tamyra!
