How did you know you were my dearest? Poor Harry, he may now think he is my second dearest Pen Man. If he pops his head in.

You are an enfant terrible, that is for sure.

BTW, this does not count as a love letter, I will not be printing and keeping this forever, though you did offer to ease up. I think. Wait, did you?

Until later,

Kelly

Point. I could post one comment at the very least and stop being as stubborn as someone else I know. Give a little, get a little

Point again – BUT! Having one RSS feed per post (I believe that’s what Typepad is offering, but I could be wrong) would soon become insane.

As for the trolls, yes, I know them. True bastards, aren’t they. Picking on women and all… Good thing we only share names and not hearts with these people!

Hugs and kisses,

Your dearest Pen Man

(a) Whether you post a comment or not, Mr. Daily or More, has nothing to do with whether TP emails you about how the thread is going, so you can decide on a 2nd or 3rd comment. I’ve taken care of everything else that caused you comment pain, and I still don’t hear from you “daily, even.” *Yawn.*

(b) RSS isn’t so bad.

(c) You, James, know I *always* respond, so you could just check back in a little later if RSS is too icky.

(d) Didn’t I say it was some other James and Harry?

Whaddya want from me, somersaults? Seriously.

Love,

Me

@Stephen, I have a lot of respect for anyone who ignores Hecklers With Pens.

By the way, I forgot to say earlier that I am a regular lurker at your blog and I really like it.

Until later,

Kelly

Alas. We shall blame Typepad, because Kelly is so wonderful that I’m sure we can’t call her stubborn…

*heckle heckle*

Naomi rocks and I’m glad she sent you my way.

To answer last first, shhh! There are trolls in the woods hounding me about all the things TYpePad doesn’t have, and if they hear you they’ll start up again about how WordPress is so incredible blah blah blah and it’ll only take a week of horrors blah blah.

(James and Harry, did I say trolls? I meant, very helpful people.)

I know, no email subscribe to comments. I really do apologize. If anybody at TypePad were listening, it would be here already, because believe me, it’s been discussed here. Ahem. More than once. More than that, too, if you want to know. TypePad has only just gotten the RSS-subscribe to comments, and even that is beta-beta and by special request only. I’m supposed to be grateful.

“Nuts about this blog” is among my favorite compliments ever. Thanks you, stay and become a rabid fan. I’ll do my best to be worthy.

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Regards,

Kelly

“No interest in school or authority of any kind.” Check. We got that. And Pisces, which makes her as flowing and unmovable as the sea. Love her, but you can’t light a fire under that tush with a blowtorch. Grrr.

Ah, Kensington Market. Lovely. You don’t have to pierce anything extra to hang out there but you’re right, you definitely cannot be fighting the last five pounds. I used to hang out in Harvard Square (Cambridge, MA), which is a Queen West/ Kensington combo. MUST wear black-black-black, must have odd-colored hair. (Blue rat-tail, here.)

By the time I discovered my deep love of Toronto in my twenties, I was already so old as to be invisible in anyplace hip, anyway. *sigh*

Until later,

Kelly

2. I didn’t wake up. I was still up. I have no reasonable explanation for this.

3. I narrowly avoided Queen West by choosing Kensington Market with the artsy vegans who also liked facetious. This was a short phase because, as we all know, you have to be very skinny to hang out in Kensington.

4. She’s nine? Adorable! My oldest is nine next month. Fabulous age. Total sh*t disturber with no interest in school or authority of any kind… I love it. Drives his father (my ex-husband) mental, which I find totally hilarious. I’m like, he’s genetically half me. What did you THINK was going to happen?

Ack! Tears in my eyes at this early hour.

Yes, because I have entered the inner sanctum of seventy-two people you have invited to marry you. I do sort of feel honored.

Mainly teary because if you switch pipe for cigar, you reminded me so much of my grandfather, who died when I was five. (No life lesson in facetious, of course.) Yours sound like a very dear person.

Thank goodness he gave you your direction, because I know you’d be hanging out on Queen Street West with the wrong kids if he hadn’t.

Darlin’, you keep even odder hours than the Canadian Man With Pen. Tell Jack to stop waking you up so early.

My daughter? She’s unbelievable. Except, you know, when she’s unbearable. That’s how nine works. I adore her, naturally.

Thanks for the lovely challenge.

Until later,

Kelly