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[tree_]

of course you did

[The Argonaut]

Change that name, tree. No one will care except the people that like it (including everyone here). Good on ya

[Bi_3]

of course you did

[The Argonaut]

Oh, tree, they'll tell you that you don't need to go through all the hassle with the kids. If you just start using the other name for the kids it's legal and that's good enough. But don't listen. It's true enough but it can also be annoying when they grow up and try to renew an expired passport or whatever. Tracing the line from Jack Smith on the birth certificate to Jack Jones on the drivers license is easier when you have that nice clean name change form from when they were kids. Don't have to attest to anything or go to a notary public or show up in person and blah blah blah. Just get it on paper for them now the same way you do for yourself.
My sister is dealing with this bologna right now and my mom feels a little guilty over it

[tree_]

What? Are you saying there's a way to change their name without the paperwork? I'm confused.

[The Argonaut]

Yeah, I think you can change your name just by starting to use a different name. But don't do it! Fill out whatever paperwork your state recommends.

[tree_]

Yeah, I think you can change your name just by starting to use a different name. But don't do it! Fill out whatever paperwork your state recommends.

well now I might actually just not do the paperwork.. thanks

good way to keep them in the country, etc

[The Argonaut]

Oh no what have I done

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

nah i was just snapping back at bi3's jive

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

(I also finally understand The Raz's username)

Is it Razberry?

[spike]

Is it Alcatraz?

[spike]

Is it Razputin?

[spike]

It’s it Razorbladesuitcase?

[epilogue]

thought i missed something actually interesting happening around here

[tree_]

Yeah I’m glad I nipped that little unfunny joke in the bud before somebody pulled a wease and ran with it like it was truth for the next five years

[Bi_3]

Yeah I’m glad I nipped that little unfunny joke in the bud before somebody pulled a wease and ran with it like it was truth for the next five years

And ruined my chances for RMer of the year.

[tommy]

Yeah I’m glad I nipped that little unfunny joke in the bud before somebody pulled a wease and ran with it like it was truth for the next five years

And ruined my chances for RMer of the year.

I'd nominate you, but tree has told me to stop participating in his thread.

[dad]

Yeah I’m glad I nipped that little unfunny joke in the bud before somebody pulled a wease and ran with it like it was truth for the next five years

And ruined my chances for RMer of the year.

I'd nominate you, but tree has told me to stop participating in his thread.

you're going to give up that easily?