I stand humbled and enlightened, bless you. Best of growing, Bob Cannon http://www.gate.net/~tfnews OblioThePointedChileHead wrote: > > i was born in a chile field. raised by chile farmers. was eating chiles > by the time i was, well, shortly after birth, although not actually eating > them. mom says she rubbed the interior flesh of freshly cut jalapeņos on > her nipples all the while i was nursing so as I would get the wonderful > benefits of chiles into my system at a very young age. that may not be > completely true though as i found out later that my mother was a masochist > by nature and poppa was just a bit too good natured for her sexual desires, > so while the method did indeed get me to ingest capsiacin at an early, and > proper, age, it wasn't a common method for my people...at least not that i > know of. but i digress. > > point is, in my land, where the chile fields stretched for miles and miles, > where chiles were a way of life, the reason for life, symbolic of El Grande > and Enlightenment, and indeed, it seems the reason our planet, > BlueHabanero, exists, well, habanero ain't got no tilde. well, actually, > the language is completely different from spanish, so obviously there's no > tilde. in fact, my native language would be sort of a mix of sounds one > makes when exhaling and that of humming; yet not quite anything like humans > have ever heard. now that i think of it, most communication between my > people is done telepathically - sex being the exception, although the > sounds involved during sex between my people are fairly akin to that of > human screams and a tenor singing opera [i'm thinking Young > Frankensteinish, yeah]; the biting, which typically is what brings forth > the rare audible blathering of my kind, well, that's not too common for > your species. well, the biting isn't common to sexual interactions that > is, well, not for most bipedal creatures, but i digress. it would be > pretty alien to humans anyway, our language, a facsimile of it, best i > could muster. oh, alien. ha. i made a joke. > > but there's no tildes, regardless. habanero. > > actually, i'm just guessing. the language is unwritten too. no one has > ever thought about it i suppose. writing. tildes. not biting. strange. > > i miss my home planet. i miss looking out of our house, well, in human > eyes it would probably look somewhat cave-like, or maybe like an igloo. > yeah. but with amenities you wouldn't believe, well, obviously. anyway, i > miss looking out our domicile and seeing miles and miles of chiles before > my eyes. i miss waking up early on easter morning to search for easter > chiles. well, we don't celebrate easter. no one knows when El Grande came > into existence, but we have many celebrations throughout the year, well, we > don't measure time in years, don't measure time at all really, no point, > but regardless, we have celebrations and for one of them we search for > chiles. of course, we're surrounded by chiles so the game is sort of > stupid if not boring, but when one is young and still sort of mushy in the > brain, you're amused easily. > > i miss my friend, TitebuttokChx, too. she was my mentor in All Things > Chile. i cannot divulge all she taught me since it's forbidden, not to > mention pretty incomprehensible for humans, or at least most of it, > although i think the flogging bits and chanting are fairly similar to, > well, flogging and chanting here on earth, but i cannot say any more. i > may be willing to share some of the knowledge with young females who are > looking to come closer to El Grande, who are looking for Enlightenment. it > would be nice if they would pay my rent too. a fair trade, i believe. > such a nubile should also have no aversion towards hair, fine foods, > leather, jell-o [TM!], and be ready to spend many years in deep meditation > and learning. she should like hendrix too. hendrix. he makes the longing > for my home planet bearable. the loneliness for my parents, my > mentor/friend, my dog. well, it wasn't really a dog. nothing a human > would recognize. run like hell from, screaming bloody murder, probably, > not that a human could out run a full grown...oh, never mind... > > be humble, be forgiving, and be devoted to El Grande and All Things Chile. > one day you too may visit my planet, BlueHabanero. > > In Chiles We Trust and Praise Be El Grande > > Oblio