Batman: he's been around a while

Googled elderly superheroes. It was buried in there. Whole bunch. I did all three submissions from some that I found.

Google Images is a godsend. I need to do a comic week one not involving the obvious comic book covers. Though those are a rich vein.

Covers are cool, but I find difficulty in captioning. Inside art is much better.

Be even better when I get my computer hooked to the interwebs, because I can do more graphics. Turn speech balloons into blanks and such.

One of these days I'll figure out how to do all that - and this computer IS connected to the interwebs. I'm an imgflip primitive.

Best program I found is called paintshop pro. Shareware, but now still pretty pricey. Not as much as Photoshop, though.

Well, this computer is my work computer so I won't pay for something my work could give me for free. ;)

When I work, I work from home, so my computer is there. I only paid $100 for it, but it does the trick.

Thanks. It wasn't what I was looking for, nor even the caption I was formulating, but when I saw the pics, bingo!

A lesbian f*g hag told me that when gay guys have a girlfriend to pretend they're not gay they call it a "beard."

That is one term for the beard. Two guys go to a bar to get lady companionship, one is married and the single guy is his beard. The f*g hag you mentioned may go out with a gay male to a function where they don't want their sexuality known: they're each other's beard.

But then, that is not just limited go lesbians. A lot of hetero women are that way, too. My best friends ex was that way. While I wouldn't doubt she munched a carpet or ten along the way, I think she prefers tube steak.

Funny you mention that, though. Most of the lesbians I've known, if they wanted a kid, would just bang a guy. No marriage. Hell, if one ased me to be a sperm donor, ID tell them I'd have to be part of the kid's life as well. But that ain't gonna happen.

Stupid. I wont do the sperm donor thing.

I was married nearly 39 years. I was the bread winner for most of the time. My ex thought money grew on trees, I guess. I was content till she got mad and kicked me out. She forgot that "our" money was actually my money. She thought I'd come running back, but instead, I picked up my clothes the next day. She didn't work long enough to be able to draw disability, so she was up the creek. We were living with our oldest at the time, and my contribution to the household finances was important. She ended up having to get a job. She worked for five months, had a stroke, and now finally gets disability. About a third of what I get. But she decided tobfilecfor divorce and I didn't fight it. Kids are all adults, no alimony in this state, my money is mine.

We weren't party animals, so I know she isn't going that route. She's still with the kids, helping raise our grandsons.

What if I had to pay child support? Been there. We were separated in '85. I took her to court to establish my child support. Lawyers wanted to make a big fight of it and I wouldn't let them. Only quibble was visitation, but that was ironed out quickly. They were my kids. I have a responsibility for them. Had the divorce gone through then, I would have taken my responsibility like a man. I knew what their home life was, so I couldn't complain. My first concern: are my kids fed, clothed and sheltered. The answer was yes. We were apart for another month or so, but I never had a problem paying the support. Hell, the judge even thought I was nuts. Had I ever felt it was harmful for the kids go live with her, I'd established my primary concern was for them.

Whoa. Thats messed up. Married 18 years. No drama. For some reason everyone with drama thinks my marriage is some sort of business arrangement. But after 25 years total, I don't really care what they think. People worry too much about money, when most people have enough. Then, IMO, they forget about everything that matters.

You just described my ex. At least the cats problems are easily handled because it's my job to feed them and such.

My ex loved drama. In an average week, I could expect to come home to the words, "we've got a problem" no less than three times. It was rarely a problem, but she thought life had to be full of problems. It is, but if a problem occurs, fix it as quickly as possible. Now,I walk in the door, if there's a problem, it's I have to feed the cats or change the litter box.

People create problems for themselves. They imagine them for other people. The only way to get problems is to want them. When no one wants problems, there are no problems. When other people want you to have problems, they're the ones with the problem. Thats hiw it always goes.

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