Andy: Bear?

Q: What is a Bear?
A: The most common definition of a "bear" is a man who is hairy, has facial hair, and a cuddly body. However, the word "Bear" means many things to different people, even within the bear movement. Many men who do not have one or all of these characteristics define themselves as bears, making the term a very loose one. Suffice it to say, "bear" is often defined as more of an attitude than anything else - a sense of comfort with our natural masculinity and bodies that is not slavish to the vogues of male attractiveness that is so common in gay circles and the culture at large.

Dead chipmunks optional. 'Husbear' preferable to 'Husband' because 'Husband' implies that the speaker is the Wife... and I aint nobody's bitch. Well, not unless I've had a few vodkas... *blush* And 'Boyfriend' doesnt really cover the committment we have to each other. (sickness bags are in the seat pocket in front of you. Thankyou for flying LoveAir.)

Correct usage of 'Husbear':

Today my Husbears and I went to the TeAroha domain/fair day. We stalked some woofy blokes, had a big greasy breakfast, had a go on the coconut shy, and soon we're off to Hamiltron to do a bit of shopping. We might look in to the NZ car show (the Pagani Zonda is there, ooooh)...

What is a Cefiro?

Ah I love those clever japanese engineers and their reliance on plastic parts. Like the clippy bits that hold the power window mechanism of, say, a Nissan Cefiro together. The power window motor is capable of producing a good 30 Newtons, so presuming you were going to take all this force on a 3mm clip, youd be silly to use anything other than Polyethylene. I imagine the engineers considered using wet cardboard but that would be a clear case of overengineering.

Its now repaired properly, held together with some twisted tie-wire and a lot of wishful thinking.

And no, I didnt break it, it broke itself ages ago. I did, however, almost kill us all by becoming supremely distracted just as I entered a roundabout, causing no end of alarmed looks, quavery voices, and a trip straight to the supermarket to buy a bucket of StJohn's wort. Whoops.