When I saw the title (and who wrote it) I thought that there would be some reference to me.... and curried cabbage.

Obviously there isn't, but.....

was there intent?

Ahhh.... What????

There was intent or there wasn't intent?

Just asking in case I need mrs starkers to cook me up another batch of curried cabbage.

A wall to do with toxic stuff like starkerbarks I presume?

Ah, my reputation precedes you.

If it has green clouds and bolts of toxic lightning shooting from them, yeah, I might be interested.

Hey, when you think of it, I'm a toxic renderer.... usually most potent after curried cabbage.

Orright, I'll bite.  What is it that you have already? 

I'm not gonna be disappointed, am I?

Hmmm, 'tis looking interesting.  I'll keep an eye open for it in the gallery.  

BTW, that looks an awful lot like the cushion I use to sit on in my puter chair... 'cept there's less green.

I thought something was a bit awry when I found my cushion on its end (probably to get a better light for the photo) and a gas mask laying on the floor beside my desk.

Nope, that was probably before or after my time.  However, it's probably good that it ain't there no more... word has it the place was haunted by an 18th century Chinese restaurant owner/cook, and that's why there were no stray cats in the vicinity.

Shaunna submitted dozens of walls, most of which were as good as a lot of stuff going to the front page, that just went to her personal page.  She too gets discouraged at times but still keeps submitting nevertheless.  Occasionally she get one go to the main gallery and she's ecstatic, and I guess that's why she keeps trying.

Anyhow, bud, keep yer chin up and keep trying, you're bound to meet with success as you hone your skills and progress onward.

You're welcome, matey, very welcome.

Yeah, absolutely.  Doc made it for me but I'm sure he wouldn't mind that you use it.

Fingers and toes crossed and best of luck.

No thanks!  Knowing my luck, the wind 'd change and I'd get stuck like it.

Mmmm, precisely!!!   That's why I like to sit in the park and watch the ladies jogging.

Oh yeah, and the faster they jog the faster my head jiggles up n down... like one of those dogs you see in the rear windows of cars.

Actually, this one woman jogger, who was bra-less, she had to know I was acknowledging them.  I started singing 'Poetry in Motion", so it would have been fairly obvious, I think.

What d'yer mean, don't get yer started?  You started adoring chest orbs back in the 50's, like I did.