Caya

Already? Oh dear, poor you. We got a surprisingly nice balmy autumn round here so far.

(yes, it's real)

Sounds adorable (and a bit demanding).

Since I presume that most of our forum is chronologically advanced enough to get it :

I'm just barely old enough to have grown up without computers as well, which is why I want none of that back. But yeah, medicine is another good point, not to mention such lovely details as not being allowed to vote yet.

A time before computers? Not even for Hugh Jackman.

Sitting precisely next to the sign, though ...

@Pamela, agreed, I heard him in some video game (think it was Borderlands) and I thought that was John de Lancie at first, as well. @Carol the Dabbler , there's also a parody named The End of the Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe's cat (from Poetry for Cats by Henry N. Beard) : On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. "Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more". Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore." While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore- Only this and not much more. "Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before. How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty Put an end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

Agreed

Had to dig up this thread because while most of you will know John de Lancie from Star Trek, this isn't Trek (unless you headcanon it as Q having fun) and to the best of my knowledge we don't have a Poe thread.

"As the popularity of text messaging rises, [note: yeah that page has been around a while apparently] it is common to see advertisements or contests where you can text a word or phrase to a short, six-digit number. These short numbers, also known as common short codes, operate in the same way as a regular phone number when you send a text to it. Texting a short code involves the same process as texting a regular number." (source)

Yeah, not "help I'm trapped", more like "comfy doggy blanket".