I wonder: is it preferred that Users include “avatars” as part of profile customization? ANything else I'm missing? I tried as much to craft something for your reckoning: my “image”. I find there is value in it, yet one mustn't off-balance his time there, when establishing discourse is generally more the intention. Thus, I begin, for a little pop-up reminder told me so!
Before I lose you altogether, let me recommend a singular starting point, through which-- i believe-- you might learn nearly everything about me, excepting perhaps personal detail.
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I've been around since days of old,
though then, days seemed quite /new/
while other members, certainly,
my senior’s: year or two
i first sought /real/ help here
whatever i'd RE Fedora Core 5
gosh, that seems to fumble
from the tongue, yet then so hip
so right: Fedora jive
Years go by, i'm looking
through a swirly; toilet-screen
ubuntu dung too stuck the bottom
my flippin worn out shoes
this and that
here and there
Zorak, told Brak, for woes had he:
My motivation may be selfish
to choose so greedily
I do believe best to address
whose returns: define in tendency
No greater conglomerate
or more trustworthy
benevolent, fair, dynamic reports
linuxquestions.org it be
singular most valued resource!
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eh-- some such something like that, I suppose, is adequate for summary. (i can't believe i friggin lost my old ID!. eh-- perhaps it's better this way)
Right now-- i come here seeking knowledge: things they would not teach me of in College. Mephistopheles is not your name: I know what you're up-to, just the same.
It's unfortunate, I admit, it's Cygwin [rhymes with spit] as i wish to learn what have you to say of it.
I beg your pardon. I truly hear these riddles and rhymes, constantly-- sometimes difficult to write any other way. I hypothesize, it might have been, far too much mdma. ah, but i digress; i digest; i egress upon an egret; fly far far away, with very little regret, though rueful, stabs with irony, i bloddy bleed on everything; screaming for my glass of lemonade.