Opera, dahling!

"...the English language has always been in flux, and the only stable language is a dead one; but a literate society requires some linguistic conventions to ensure a high level of
mutual intelligiblity."
Oily Ron

I will need a hefty hank of embroidery silk to do so, but I plan to memorialize this quotation in a sampler. There will be two, side by side: yours, elucidating the practical concern for clear communication, and another which will encourage appreciation of the beauty & playfulness possible in a well-spun web of words.

Now, why should you be dissatisfied with your name's anagrammatic permutations? After all, they include: real ado: I, a dewy Norn! The best mine own name can come up with are: site-specific (Diet: ire/mirth); personal (I'd e'er mirth it!); and that old standby, "Hi! I'm tree dirt!." Obviously, I would be wise to stick to my drag-pet name. (Take your pet's name as the first name, your mother's maiden name as the second). I have no pets at present, so I use the kennel name of my first breeding sire. Voila'! "Nick McCoy," whom I envision as a barrel-chested, sandy-haired private detective from Wild Horse, Alberta.

More on Father Bob, soon - but via e-mail, folks: I promise.

Thanks, as usual, for your courteous conviviality!!

trim I edit her (not!)