Nature has forced herself upon me in the form of
gray hairs. I declared war on her a few years ago, I am now fighting a rearguard retreat - there's no way to win this one.
Oh well, maybe I'll move to
Britain where they have a long and honorable tradition of glorifying
losers.
In the meantime I shall wear my
war wounds proudly (though not grayly).
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waterloo--is that like your own private idaho?
I shall not go quietly into that good night! Sally forth and fight valiantly! L'entendons pour les cheveux teint!!!
That's Greek to me. But it looks like fightin' words, so I'm in.
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