just intoducing myself... taking a glance at the boards to get a feel for whose on and what the vibe is....

there's good vibes, there's bad vibes...just be a dead fish and go with the flow:)

Welcome, pj180.

Allforums is a strange and beautiful place, inhabited by some truly wierd and wonderful people. Me you can trust, the others I'm not so sure of.

Be especially wary of Mikezilla.
He is a good fellow all in all, and it is true that he has an impressive collection of NASA photographs in his scrapbook. He is especially fond of the STS-27 through STS-94 era.

But here's the deal; Two or three times a year he goes on vacation, and if he knows you well enough he'll ask you to puppy-sit his dogs.
"How many dogs exactly?" you'll ask.
"Oh, just a couple of small wiener dogs. You'll hardly notice them, and they're not the kind of pets that get underfoot or anything."

Sure enough, you'll agree to play dog-sitter while Mikezilla goes off to Orlando for fun in the sun. A day or two later, you'll come home from work, and there's your wife at the apartment door with a concerned look on her face.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Did you agree to watch some guy's dogs while he goes on vacation?"
"Yeah, but it's just gonna be a couple of wiener dogs, okay?"
"Well, your friend came by today, and he dropped off the couple of wiener dogs. Come see for yourself!!"

You'll walk into your livingroom, and the sight that greets you chills you to the core.
You and your wife stand there like Rod Taylor and Tipi Hedren in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds.

There must be a hundred dachshunds or more. Red ones, brown ones, black and tans, dapple-gray, long-haired, and short haired alike. Tiny little stretch-model, short-legged lap-torpedoes, and they're everywhere. On the couch, under the coffee table, invading the cat's food dish, knawing on your favorite slippers. There's an armada of dachshunds in your house.

"Oh crap," you utter.
"That's right, buster," your wife says. "And speaking of crap, you'd better take this flotilla of long-dogs out for a walk, or else there's gonna be crap all over the carpet."

She hands you a multi-faceted leash arrangement that looks like a cat o' nine tails, only it's more like a cat o' hundred tails.

At the sound of the leashes being produced, a hundred little expectant pair of eyes suddenly look up, and a hundred little tails begin wagging.

"No. Wait. Sit. Please...." you implore the suddenly-excited little dachshunds.
Suddenly, like a rush in incoming flood water, a canine wave of Biblical proportions rushes at you. It's like some kind of Disney/horror movie or something, and you are overwhelmed at your front door.
You lose your footing, and find yourself being buried under the pads of a hundred little stubby pairs of feet. You fall to the floor, and are engulfed.
"Aaaaagghh!!! AAAAUGGGHHHH!!!"

Terrifying, isn't it?

So anyway, please enjoy your time here on allforums.
Have fun, play nice, and treat others as you would wish to be treated.

But don't say you haven't been warned.....
Stay away from Mikezilla, and his unholy Army of dachshunds!
:eek:

I think it goes without saying that you need to watch out for Sparky. :)

curses! foiled again!:lolhit:

hi,welcome to all forums

Awesome!!! I think I'll kick off my shoes and pull out the old recliner and pop open a nice tall cold bottle of tea after I go to the dungeon to feed what's left of Dan Quayle some menudo cassarole. I might even decide to post a few things today if my son's leave me alone for more than ten minutes...maybe at bedtime. Until then, I've got a three year old and a one year old to chase around, and in this South Texas 99 degree heat, it's a mutha to do....