So...... you are somewhat into other guy's "pen's?" Either way, it doesn't matter to me. As long as you can get it to write on the subway walls and tenement halls and studio walls and concert halls.

You won't have to. They pay, you make a ton of money, and then they take most of it. (after all, they have to pay for all the things in the credits at the end.

"Keep off my pen.
This is my quill, and this is my pen. This one's for writing, and this one's for sin."

Brilliant! I love it.

But death calls now, gotta run.

EDIT: You hold on to that pen as tight as you can. But you may want to buy another one just... in.....case.

First, I said that about his arguments....but I'm not saying it DOESN'T apply to the person.

Second, those are my informed opinions supported with factual evidence and etymology, not stated flatly as fact, not repeated as facts. You know that....so no, it doesn't apply.

Discussing anything with Bob is never self serving, it's a distasteful public service. Using verifiable fact to contradict nonsense proffered as fact is a civil responsibility, not an enjoyable privilege.

Keep off my pen.
This is my quill, and this is my pen. This one's for writing, and this one's for sin.

I am so glad you said that!

Does that also apply when you label someone "dumb, Infantile, pathetic, stupid," etc?

Or is that just self serving?

Remember, I need your pen.

LOL, come on now, I've never called you names before. Sticks and stones.

So what is your answer to the problem?

I suspect you see the the problem but are at a loss for the answer. Seems you grow frustrated and angry because no one hears you.

I hear you. Your heart sent out an SOS. I'm on your side. I need your pen.

I think I will take that nap. Thanks. I would never give up on you. You are too valuable.

No one is offering you money yet because you don't know what your power is.
Why do you think I've been asking you for your pen? I know you know I wasn't expecting you to mail it to me! lol

If you are a horrific salesman, you've been trying to sell the wrong product. You need to believe in your product.

For the words of the profits
Were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds, of salesmen, of salesmen, of salesmen -Rush

Money is not above all else. Good for you.

Can you still push a pen with your disability?

?
Don't know what that means.
Just remember, loving everyone indiscriminately is a sure fire way to get the herps....and once you've got it, your love becomes infectiously toxic.

If you want my pain and my pen....homie's gonna need that paper. ;-)

Now post that clip of Peck's Dick before I have to.

Already had my lobotomy of the heart. I think about you a lot. I need your pen. And I know I need to earn it.

A lot people have gotten rich with just a pen and paper and a broken heart. I've got the broken heart. You've got the pen.

Accidently posted in my own profile by quoting myself. Duh.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Keep in mind that Spock was half human. Otherwise he would have just been cold AI. Only dead people are cold.

Somewhere, out there, are a group of kids in a garage learning and practicing to use the weapons they chose to fight with. They are honing their skills and putting every effort into being marksmen.

Their weapons of choice have been proven to be highly efficient and affective in a clandestine way. Not by design but by happenstance.

Their dream is to be the next big hit rock band.

What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream -Pink Floyd

But to make it to the top their words and crafted notes must penetrate the heart where they will be stored and remembered when the time comes. The message:

Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home -Sting

The people who are violated by those that hate are sent to a place that is very hard to reach. They only hope someone will hear them. Outside the wall.

You can hear them in music.

Isn't this where -Pink Floyd

This is where you come in. Don't forget your mighty pen. Your dream is at stake.

Most orca and beluga populations are endangered. I cannot fathom how they could be captured and kept in tiny pens for sale under international law.
Boycott any Russian products, or European products made with Russian parts or energy if you want to see change. Voting with your wallet is far more powerful than voting with your vote or voice.
Upvote for exposure, not support of the practice.

*promote some *quality tech, but that's a silly application.
Roll up screens are best used on mobile devices not ridiculous high end TV gimmicks, imo.
Show me the prototype iPhone 15 that is the size and weight of a fountain pen until you unroll it to full tablet size, or a laptop that rolls up to the size of a large cigar....then I'll feel like it's the future.

We'll begin with box, and the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.

Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.

I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
If I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth, and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

If the singular is this and the plural is these,
Why shouldn't the plural of kiss be named kese?

Then one may be that, and three may be those,
Yet the plural of hat would never be hose;

We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.

The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis, and shim!

So our English, I think, you all will agree,
Is the craziest language you ever did see.

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?

Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?

Well done! And now you wish, perhaps
To learn of less familiar traps?

Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.

And dead; it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!

Watch out for meat and great and threat;
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.

And here is not a match for there,
Or dear and fear for bear and pear.

And then there's dose and rose and lose,
Just look them up, and goose and choose.

And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.

And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Why, man alive,
I'd learned to talk it when I was five,
And yet to write it, the more I tried,
I hadn't learned it at fifty-five!