What were you doing?
2000

Bada-Bing.
Yabba-Dabba-Dooo.
Hope we all made it out alive.
what a day this was.
Ooooh, I'm working tonight.

wishing everyone a Happy New Year too! Thanks for the wishes, R.C.! Right back atcha!!!

pjayboy@aol.com

home.

Pretty sure it's the cold. I took some freaky herbal medecine my mother has and I don't know if it did anything for me or if the cold just ran it's course, but I feel almost all better. I'm still having a little trouble with deep breathing, but it's a lot better than it was this morning.

I decided to go out. I didn't really want to, but my friend Lisa begged me and I felt guilty. she really wanted to go out, but not alone.

back and tired.

went to a latino house party last night. i felt like a giant among all these 5' tall equadorians.

this middle aged mamacita grabbed me and showed me three or four of the forbidden dances. the couches were covered with the older members of the family. the floor was covered with chicitas in clevage shirts and tight pants, rickymartinos and vatos.

and me, until i lost my pace and the buzz wore down and the house beat started doing battle with a migrane.

and all i can think about is how i used to be able to stay out all night no problem, and how i didn't always have so much hair, and how the belly is threatening again.

but then again, i'm too young to feel old.

and gee: I have some freaky herbal medicine for you, if you're interested. i'll just tell customs it's a magnet.

still laughing from last night.

Palestine, New Years Eve, and they decide in honour of 2000, to release fireworks and doves.
The problem is, they did it at the same time.

its rainin' doves in Palestine!

CNN truly is the comedy network sometimes. And how 'bought that Eiffel tower clock?
*lol*


hope you all survived better than the palestinian birds.

heksebarn@yahoo.com

is reminded of the time the doves were released at the olympic ceremony and they all flew to the giant unlit torch, which was soon lit....poor birdies..

glad to be alive in the year 100!

Thanks Nate, but no thanks. I hate medicine. herbal or freaky or perfectly normal. I felt like I was drinking molassas when I took that stuff and I've no clue if it did any good.

You never know about those customs people, though.

decided to come back a day early. we were on a remote beach on the north shore, without ny form of telecommunication. we had fun speculating about the various stages of armageddon the rest of the world could have been experiencing.

seems as if everything is ok though. no locust plagues. no international terrorism. not even a goddamn power outtage. what a drag, eh?

way more people made the trip than i expected. i guess i wasn't the only one who wanted to get away from fireworks and sulfur dioxide. my friend mike showed up with his buddies visiting from new york. they're all musicians and they played guitar and sang songs for us all night.

after the shock of being hot in the sweatlodge and then freezing my booty off in the ocean, i acquired an intense body buzz. it was just before sunrise, in that altered state, that i found myself blanketed up around the fire with one of the new yorkers. he was drowsy too. he held my hand and shared my pillow. i sang two songs to him before we both fell asleep.

i can't remember his name.

the only y2k meltdown i experienced was being burned on my left temple by an ember that exploded from the campfire some time close to midnight. it left a small figure-eight shaped burn mark, which will probably scar because every burn i've ever had has left a scar on me. but the figure eight is also the symbol for eternity. infinity. so i guess i can glean some sort of bitchin philosophical metaphor from it.

either that or i can say i was abducted by aliens who branded me and then i'll spend the rest of the my life roaming the planet for others who share my scar.

or maybe i'll just go on over to my friend dave's house in a few minutes and play guitar.

glad you all are safe.

all the critics love you in new york.

who said we are all safe?

Looking at a horribly shrunken head that used to be my regional supervisor.

todd@bigt83.com
http://www.bigt83.com

Back from Detroit.

Sounds like everyone had a satisfactory New Year's.

I had a good time in detroit, although I never hooked up with heather (he one disappointment). We talked on the phone for a bit, tho.

The concert was really good. Even Kid Rock. His music sucks, but He's a hell of a performer. Couldn't understand a damn thing Nugent was singing. He started his set by riding out on stage on a buffalo, and ended it by shooting his guitar with a flaming arrow. Metallica was really good, they played a lot of old stuff. At midnight, they released ballonns and a guy on stilts, bikini babes, and midgets came out and tossed candy to the crowd. Then everyone who played that night, (well, not everyone) came out and jammed on detroit rock city.
My buddy managed to snag 4 passes for the MGD/WRIF VIP party, so we got to drink and eat for free. Pretty cool all out.

Spent new year's day watching bowl games with the guys. The house we were at had four tv's all tuned to different games. I had a couple hits off a one-hitter and I was baked from 12 til about 6. Drank beer and ate good food.

My friend Dan got himself a chihuahua, named Beast. t's funny to see them togeher, a tall lanky dude with a limp and this little quivering dog. He was in the Oakland Press for his Boba Fett shrine, which consists of a large amount of Boba Fett related things.

That was my new years in a nutshell. Now I prepare to go to Quebec. Yay, more planes!

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Reading a book I think wd interest Mark. Thinking maybe I'll send him a copy...


Thinking that practically everyone on earth has a website except me. Maybe I'll build one for new New Millennium. But I dunno squat abt code or domain names or how you actually get the thing from yr computer onto the web.

[And asking whomever it was who told me to get NetZero to Pls. Email Me! I've downloaded the damn thing & I have a Dial Up folder now/but NetZero still doesn't connect me to the web. So I still can't access the boards at home...)

Saying fuck building a website -- I'll just keep hanging out here.

RadicalCon@aol.com

i'd just like everyone to know.....

im not wearing any pants.

Queueing up phone calls.
Thank you for calling ProLaw software, East Team support, how may I direct your call.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

STILL HURTING

new years was all about consumption. I think i consumed more than I ever have before in a 4 day sitting. I won't bother to list all of the drugs, food and drinks and shit. I am sure your guys can guess, and chances are you will be right........i am gonna pay for it one day, fuck it, i am alive now right? Redemption is for the birds.

too much to catch up on, I think. Scanned through the boards,

I am developing a real love for darts. Though the talent seems to lag behind the love. getting there though......

damn, no millenium action, no bombs, no guns, no nothing.

oh wait, the traffic signal at hollywood and orange is out, i think someone hit it with their SUV, cocksuckers!

wondering if sorabji's neutron dance is a new craze. I feel so behind.

as the walls of this cube get ever so close i have fond memories, still wet and fresh of the snow covered wonderland i just left....

happy fucking monday

can't talk coming down

bob hope

yawning.

all that cash in my pockets earlier is gone.

I bought,

digital timer,
1 stirrer
a 2-reel developing tank
thermometer
3 mid size beakers
1 gallon of developer
1 pint of stop bath
half quart of fix
1/2 pink of foto-flo
2 empty quart jugs for disposal of used chems


all that shiyat for $130.

this profession I am pursuing never ceases to amaze and fascinate me.

i need coffee

Thinking of where to take my co-workers for dinner & drinks.

Our boss just came in & announced they're having server problems (news to us -- we've been working away since 4:00pm w.no glitches) & they're taking the system down "for about an hour" at 7:00pm.

(But everyone knows that abt an hour in tech-suport time means 2 hrs. in realtime.)

He told us to "take a vey long diiner break & we'll play it buy ear".

WHO-HOOOO! Two Senoritas, here we come!

secure in the knowledge that whomever posted Jesus Is Bob Hope has read the Book of the Subgenius.

I am listening to PJ Harvey and petting my cat. poor thing doesn't realize I go away for a few more days tomorrow. Such trauma!

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com
http;//www.angelfire.com/wi/semillama

squeezing my buttocks together. See, I'm still here at work sitting in this really uncomfortable swivel chair. I work in a call center selling web hosting accounts. Yes, so many want a website these days. If not that, at least their own domain name. Many domain names are taken, so people are throwing hyphens in and extending the lengths to their unwieldy limit feelinandlookinggood.com). Someone warned me when I started here about getting Computer Butt. It is happening. I can feel it. The spreading of my cheeks, over the entirety of the seat of the chair. No!

my head really hurts. I had such an awful rotten day. So very very very bad. The worst part was when I saw the boy I made out with walking down the hallway and he smiled at me and I just stared at him with what I think was a suspicious look. I didn't mean to. I thought he was smiling at the cute girl in front of me. then he gave me a funny look and I realized he'd smiled at me and I felt bad.

I would really like to be his friend.

wet from moving band equipment around in the snow.

I kicked serious ass in my interview this morning. It was as if they wrote the questions specifically for me. I was the first interviewee. I'll get an answer late Wednesday or early Thursday. There are eight other candidates. But unless one of them happens to be Jesus Christ himself, this one's mine. I can taste it.

good luck simon.

today i faxed my resume in for two different writing jobs that were advertised in the paper.

nate?

Wishing Sarah luck.

Assuming Simon won't need any.

Going to bed.


Happy Tuesday, Sorabjians.

wondering where R.C. took her co-workers and what they had.

pjayboy@aol.com

realizing I just sent a 7 page (VERY personal) email to the office lazer printer.....in Hamilton. I am not in Hamilton.

factoid you won't see on CNN

Can you imagine working at the following Company? It has a little over 500 employees with the following statistics:

*29 have been accused of spousal abuse
*7 have been arrested for fraud
*19 have been accused of writing bad checks
*117 have bankrupted at least two businesses
*3 have been arrested for assault
*71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
*14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
*8 have been arrested for shoplifting
*21 are current defendants in lawsuits
*In 1998 alone, 84 were stopped for drunk driving











these fine statistics belong to the assholes in Congress. Your elected officials at work passing laws to keep US in line.

Got home and realized I would miss the early bus to madison. So i will spend the next4 hours at home, fucking off when I should be cleaing. I should get into madison tonight around 8, check into a hotel, get a wake-up call for 5-fucking-30 Am, whereupon I shall call a cab to come pick me up at 6:15 to take me to the airport. My flight leaves at 7:30 to Chicago (45 min) thence to toronto (1 hr 30 mi), then to Quebec (1 hr 30 min). wherupon I take a nother cab to the Quebec hilton(about 20 min). i shall then take a shower and perhaps a nap, if I don't manage to squeeze a few zzz's in on the plane.


I think I will be very glad when this month is over.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

recalling seeing Glenn Danzig at the grocery store last night. Man that guy is short. He is like only 5'7" or something, buff as ever but man, what a surprise.

http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/4966/bored.jpg

http://www.snopes.com/spoons/faxlore/congress.htm

Just getting home from Ft. Lauderdale...went and spent the New Year with the in-laws...went quite well to my suprise....got lots of nice, expensive gifts so I guess it was worht the trip.
Glad to see that R.C. included me in her Happy New Year shout out deal....back at ya babe.
Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday..I did.

danikim@ij.net

I can't keep quite, I tried and I can't do it.

the url I posted goes to the Urban Legends website I've listed several times. it has to do with the stuff Waffle posted about congress.

You people should check that website out. I love going there. I read every new legend included.

oh, that reminds me of something...

thinking that this Glenn Danzig person is very scary looking.

Oh, and Danipoo... expensive gifts from the in-laws eh? Didja have to see the husband?

pjayboy@aol.com

Listening to Edith Piaf with Amelia.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

making notes:

1. jesus is our bob. sem is our doktor of detection.

2. wisper MAD SEXY BORED

3. resume'd a pair of pro-audio companies on the nice side of the hill. e-mu/ensoniq, and a research company held by creative labs. both jobs involve developing embedded software for pro-audio equipment. yes, multiple my loves. yes, fingers cross.

4. ill. flu. evil.

5. finally dropped my simon & nate idaho wilds film off to be developed.

6. there is no six.

7. currently up $6.45 on my penny-stock investment. i bought stock as a joke. for a laugh. i am sick. where am i.

flipping out. The book i shot the cover for is being requested for review copies by Cosmo-girl and I think Leslea Newman is gonna do a blurb for it, which in the end game means PUBLICITY, which means my photos could be in print not only in Cosmo but various other mags as well. WAHOOO!!!!!

exposure! exposure! exposure!

If anyone gives a rats ass, the book comes out in May, it's called The Silk Road, by Jane Summer it's a coming of age road book ala Kerouac about a young girl and who runs from a broken home and meets this older woman in a Buick Skylark.....it's set in the 70s, and its supposed to be damn good.......

thinking the Grammys are the biggest farce in American pop culture. I can't believe they are rewarding such lame fucks like Kid Rock, that lame boy band and Christine Agulagablackablacka...whatever,........people truly have no taste what so ever.

butt tickler

Working.

5 weeks of vacation from school is just too much. Being able to work full time is nice.

I like money.

What happened to the fun floaty-window I could have on my desktop that would update WAYD every 2 minutes?

tbone@mindless.com

Still working. Found the 2 minute thing.

Also, a co-worker just got back. It was strange... Yesterday a police officer came to our department and asked to see him. We didn't see or hear from him until late this afternoon. He spent the night in jail over an unpaid traffic ticket.

He said it was boring.

tbone@mindless.com

hoping i just fixed the Year 100 thing, bringing us back to modern times..

/

mark is God. I know that now.

inert.

stayed home with da flu from work today, and coincidentally The Chair was delivered.

at about 1:00 p.m. EST they hauled it in. they had to peel the bubblewrap and the styrofoam off it so they could *recline* it horizontally to get it through the door.

i tried to help. the lead guy had my chair by the head, and they had some trouble getting it through the front door.

seeing the situation i said "dude, the doorknob's in the way" and i grabbed that chair by the head and fluffed it away from the doorknob of the closet which is next to the front door.

all i could say was "man, that's nice leather."

and the delivery dude agreed. and the other delivery dude agreed. and there was much rejoicing.

they got The Chair through the front door, then they got it through the bedroom door, and they got it onto This Spot on which i Sit right now.

this spot was formerly occupied by a bucket full of change. i used that mountain of change to buy this chair.

it is hard to explain why i am so happy right now.

so forget it.

(that was a nod to Charles Schulz, for those of you keeping track. in a 1980s strip Snoopy is on the doghouse at his typewriter and he writes [paraphrasing, because i don't have the original strips at hand]: "Dearest Darling/You asked me if I love you/And I didn't know what to say/So forget it." Actually, I don't think that was right. I think the strip was "Dearest darling/You asked me if I loved you/And I have an answer:/ Yeah.")

So i got my chair. Today, whilst sitting in this chair, i ordered a new souped-up computer for delivery next week. it is cold outside but this room is warm. i've got clean sheets. for the first time since i've lived in New York, i trust my neighbors.

life is good.

at my previous job "The Chair" was kind of a joke. that was where you sat when the balls of the company were in your hand, so whoever got "The Chair" for the night was expected to be at the top of their form and they could not fuck up.

the chair. i am in the chair in my home.

good grief.

/

thinkin' that I wish I had a butt tickler.

pjayboy@aol.com

Avalable to do all your butt tickling for a small fee. Where do you live?

ever wake up with the compulsion to pick somebody up by the neck, shake 'em around a bit, then bounce their skull against a brick wall until their eyes roll back into their head?

no?

huh.

must be just me then.

saying....

hey Sorabji,

lets see a BIG PICTURE of the chair, eh?

saying....

hey Sorabji,

lets see a BIG PICTURE of the chair, eh?

12/99
DRIVING HOME BY WAY OF BE-BOP MEXICO.

This afternoon I'm a drunk lizard. My eyes act independent of each other while watching t.v.'s hung at opposite ends of the bar. Staring straight ahead, I flick my long reptile tongue at the green reflection of myself in a wall length mirror. I'm in an old L.A. bar hidden on Western between stucco fingernail shops and generic convenience stores. My strong claws grip a full glass and a cigarette. Burn, sip, gulp, smoooth.
Know what I mean? Power to the people and I am their King. Dinosaur horns run down my back. Jazz pounds the juke box. Drums warm my blood with a 4/4 beat. Piano keys sweeten a dead man's sax. New York sweat and brick basement yells. The beat drivesme toward life. Do you know how many animals I've loved for less?

Lucky I'm alone except for an ancient barmaid playing solitaire scratch off games. Without moving my head, I watch the daily freeway car chase develop on the t.v. screens. Some unlucky son of a bitch stole a Toyota pick up and is heading south accompanied by a squad of cop cars. Fluid lane changes and staccato brake pedals. The cruisers shadow the driver's every move. Go baby, go! Talk about a jazz rift driven by pure adrenaline. Man, you can't help thinking faster, faster, you fool, you fool! Take me to where there is no rule. Speed further than the law, and finish for freedom. The guts, the balls, the desperation to wake up and decide that today is the day. Invent a passage that has never had play. Fuck the helicopter lighting your way. Twist and turn, bop and pop to your own chorus. You've made it to prime time so let's milk your last dime. Just like Thelonius discovering new chords from thin air, this fugitive's going to where nobody will dare. I'm excited, I'm tense, I'm hoppin' a mile a minute. God! Doesn't anyone else hear the tempo of the engine's tune? Run for all you're worth cause in the end you're gonna get caught. Skid row marks and rubber smokes the bass player's fingers. The juke box hops right to Miles creating sidewalk heel prints on the top of his
instrument. He knows the pain of a male's fruitless attempts at creation. The indignation of lonely joy rides. He plays, wails and cries that he is alive despite knowing the song must one day die. I'm always sad at the end of beauty.

I need another drink and quick. Head can't stop nodding and heart can't stop pumping. Do you understand the thrill of jazz, of stealing a car, of out running the cops? Even if it's for a brief moment? Because in the whole show we pray we aren't only the warm up act. Just like I sit here pretending to be a lizard, just like that driver pretends his gas tank's gonna stay full, we both know we're simply stupid guys looking for an instant of recognition. To have one person say that we're special and that everyone else should
shut the fuck up and listen.

The last song ends and the bar is painfully quiet. I'm out of money and the cops have cornered my hero. Guns replace horns. Arms raised high allow the curtain to drop. A moment of smiles and Miles before the final pop. Slumped and bleeding I look into the mirror. The lizard is gone. Before me is a reflection of the reality of who I am. A man who is tired, spent and returned from his dream. A man who creates because he has no choice. A man who prays of finding his voice. A man who would go, a man…who…would…go…to...be-bop... Mex…i…co.

angrysam@hotmail.com
http://members.tripod.com/accustat/samspage.html

Help

8 hours of boredom to go.

email
me
something
amusing

please


help...

mellish@hotmail.com

burning media like an arsonist in a pyroshop.

got 8 burners going at a time and stacks of jacks in waiting. pretty soon i'll have the complete works of coltrane, miles, sun ra, fela, and countless other bad-asses whose catalog i've wanted to complete.

the 150k cd library has made my day.

sorry about the royalties.

can't talk now. it's burnin' time.

I bought a Spirit of the West songbook. If I knew how to read musical notes I could play their songs.

I am sitting at work reading yours and Craig Mitchell's website (www.myboot.com) and enjoying all of it. You both have the best sites I have seen so far.

Justin@cmpexpress.com
Http://homepages.msn.com/TwentiesCir/Camp666sp/SpellboundHOME

I just got done posting the last one and realized that my link got screwed up. God I'm bored, the power went out about ten minuits ago and it was chaos in the office, I was rather ammused but now I'm bored again.

justin@cmpexpress.com
Http://homepages.msn.com/TwentiesCir/Camp666sp/SpellboundHOME

ayee ayie yaly h

i'm going to e-mail random people odd piktures

thx to moonit and YOU

Att: Agatha

Pls. report to the
"I Am Not Mark Thomas Board" immediately. We have new questions for you.

officially a bona-fide certi-fide natural resource management professional motherfucker.

AIEEEEEEEEE!!

nate and sarah take heed: the barrier has been breached. leap in after me!

I'm at home trying to get rid of the flu. I can't stand just sitting around so I thought I'd update my really tedious web site. I found this site linking to the linked links of a link page and was amused by the payphone section. DAMN!
I've wanted to do that for years. Well, I'll show you! I'm going to link to you! HAH! That'll
teach YOU to steal my killer IPO concept!

joe@bortz.net
www.bortz.net/~joe

a little depressed, too much to tell you, well not too much, rather too personal, AHAHA, i have stepped up to the line.....

feeling and wanting to commit some sort of violent action. Not wanting to hurt anyeone, but rather thrust my body in a whirling swirling motion, causing some sort of destruction, force, exhertion.... some sort of breakdown, RESULTS BABY! Here inlies the break down in the male species in the 90s.....we need results......stripped of purpose, usefulness and handiness. no REALLY, I WANT to change your tire, i WANT to fix your toilet.........so i see myself, arms flailing,,,,vocals wailing.....knocking bricks like Mario........minus the cute sound effects and a Yoshi to hop on and ride away with........

Needing to get my rocks off.

Perhaps the narcotics and the alcohol have made me selfish, yeah thats it, play play play and the conflict of work work work seems to have been taking it's toll........I am somewhere in between the narcotic numbness our good buddy J embraces and the neurotic stresses our sweet Spider suffers from time to time.........god it sucks.......

logical inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except for yesterday evening when I went down to the masonic temple and played pinochle with pope Jean Paul I. I really had to choice in the matter.

tbone@mindless.com

oh yesssss! easy enough to blame it all on narcotics and alcohol. why, if those were good excuses, would i be the miserable, bitter, olden, spiteful person i am? of course not, i would be just another vapid pretentious ass rationalizing my capacity to sit here and read, and write, for most of the precious unbearable hours i have left on planet earth, knowing full well it really means i have nothing else to do, and knowing that everyone else knows it, too.

yay, this is really fine flu medication. and i love sorabjiland.

being a good wombat and getting my way

http://www.bendigo.net.au/~rjs/whirrakee/animals/gallery/daggy.jpg

shaking.

too much coffee today.
For some reason I didn't
think that 2 Gigante
double iced mochas were
enough. I do now, as my
hands are shaking as I'm
typing on the keyboard.

Enjoyable day today
working out of the
office. Sitting in a
coffeeshop, watching the
people go by.

My uncle was telling me
how when people scuba
dive the people most
eager to hurry around and
see things end up seeing
the least. They scurry
from here to there moving
as fast as they can, but
the few fish they don't
scare off by there
frenetic intrusive pace
are hard to see because
of all the sand they've
stirred up from all that
kicking about.

The trick to seeing
things, I'm told, is to
just stay in one place
for a while, staying very
still and keeping your
eyes open without getting
in anything's way. The
entire universe will pass
your way eventually.

Well, that's what I did
at the coffeeshop today.
It was nice, but next
time I may have to hold
back on t

on the gigante double
iced mochas..

scratchin' parts.

pixikat1@aol.com

one day it will all make sense.

stand firm.

yawning. My nana had a stroke today so i've spent all day in hospital.

Fuck i hate hospitals. The smell. The squeaky shoe noise. She did have a cute doctor tho.

Shes okay now. Can speak clearly again and has the motion back in her arm but they want to keep her for observation.

mellish@hotmail.com

Hoping Mooni's Nana continues to make a speedy recovery.

And our Sheila as well.
(Am I the only person in America who didn't get the flu this season?)

Trying to find an online source for pure shea butter.

And wishing Mark wd post a picture of his new chair!

qoute of the day:

"i don't have a drinkin *problem*.

i got a drinkin' *solution*!"



thanks, jimmy.

I never get the flu. Not since they prepared me to go overseas back in '84. Know how they say cops got all the best dope? Well it's also true that uncle sam's got all the best shots. Unfortunately the shots usually aren't FDA approved. Nor are they voluntary.

jesus herbie christ. and i have to eat gobs of peanut butter just to keep the weight on. involuntarily.

evil.

as it turns out, last night i sorta hooked up with that adorable new yorker musican boy i met new years eve. the hooking up thing can be fun. that first kiss is so nice. it fills you up at the time, but later it just leaves you hungrier than you were before. and i'll tell you what. this whole deal is getting real old, real fast.

so i'm about to go out for the night... meeting up with some friends. but feeling incredibly lonely.

making a bracelet. My hand is cramping up...

FUCK

DA

POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

waiting for sheila to come back to chat with me.

listening to a slew of mp3s on my dad's computer at home realizing that they must have come from some mp3.com cd. Most of them are bad, so most of them get deleted. This one I'm listening to right now is some pretty simple techno called "Horus2". Sounds like something you could do on a keyboard at Circuit City while waiting for you parents to buy a dishwasher. Mark, don't you think the reason for you new chair happiness stemmed from the fact that you were getting new things? Just the thought of getting new things makes me happy and disgust me at the same time.

http://www.geocities.com/rodeodrive/9332

thinking: wow, had to edit that last message. forgot to pluralize a bunch o 'you's' and one 'disgust'. I bet ya'll thought I was stupid!

Ryan is:

listening to a slew of mp3s on my dad's computer at home realizing that they must have come from some Mp3.com cd. Most of them are bad, so most of them get deleted. This one I'm listening to right now is some pretty simple techno called "Horus2". Sounds like something you could do on a keyboard at Circuit City while waiting for your parents to buy a dishwasher. Mark, don't you think the reason for your new chair happiness stemmed from the fact that you were getting new things? Just the thought of getting new things makes me happy and disgusts me at the same time.

ryan@fatchicksinpartyhats.com

Getting ready to go to the hospital again. Nana is lots better - but she has an infection so they want to keep her in. They might operate on her blocked artery thingee but don't know yet.

Is it just me or do people always get sicker in hospitals?

Thanks for thinking of me RC.

mellish@hotmail.com

iago's a jerk, desdemona's a priss, othello's a schmuck.

I did laundry and read shakespeare. I dropped the collected works, a high school graduation gift, in the mud by my car. I wiped it off with my dirty sweatpants, which are now clean and dry.

Drinking tea and writing.

deiphied_dishcloth@fuckyou.co.uk

don't you believe the jump is worth the fall?

Stimming.

People DO get sicker in hospitals. You go to a hospital to be sick, so if you're not doing too badly, you feel obligated to come down with something... plus, that's where all the really good microbes live. The kind that have survived the heavily darwinean weeding-out by various tasty chemicals.

mmmm... chemicals.

tbone@mindless.com

eager to start school tonight, back to the grind. taking a studio lightning class......i hope i learn more than how to do product shooting and lame still life.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wondering:
is that a prerequisite to Studio Thunder, or vice versa?

tbone@mindless.com

Fuck the French.

I am back from Quebec City, and All I have to show for it is a cold. Thankfully, this cold seems to be the short-lived kind, but still, having to fly a lot and also sit for quite a bit in airports while you are going through the worst bits of your cold sucks.

Quebec is a stunningly out of place city. I kept having to remind myself that I was still in North America and not Europe. It's avery beutiful place, with lots of good restaurants, but cold as fuck. The conference was good, got to hook up with my good pals. We found a good disco and spent two nights there boogying like ther was no tomorrow. A lot of people associate archaeologists as stuffy academics, but a good number of us are rowdy pirates. Quebec has actually softened a bit of my "Fuck the French" attidude, as the folks there were mostly nice, and when you combine beautiful girls with that sexy french accent - wow!

Travel kind of sucked. I got to the bus station last week and wasn't able to get on the bus i wanted, and had to wait 2 1/2 hrs in the McDonalds. This resulted in my arriving in Madison around midnight. The flights out were remarkably smooth. My lugge got delayed, though, and when I got to the Hilton, they had lost y reservation. Apparently I was supposed to have had a confirmation number, which they nver gave me, and they were not able to track down my reservation either by name or credit card no., which I find highly irregular in this day and age. So I went to a few papers, and drank an average of 9 beers each night. The flights back were also smooth, but there was a 2 hour delay at O,hare, which again resulted in arriving at the motel in Madison at about 12:30 am. I got the shakes something fierce that night, whenever I got out from under the covers, which i attribute to my body fighting off the cold bug. I lucked pout this morning, tho, when I went to the bus satation, as I expected to have to wait 3 hrs for the next bus to Tomah, however the one I thought I had missed was late and I snagged a seat on it.

I'm still not fealling all that hot. I may have to call in sick tomorrow. I am a little weak, and the coughing is annoying as hell.

So, what's new?

apologizing to sem for her terrible planning and arranging abilities

will you forgive me?

the day became undone
she called her faith a liar
she lost the lovely one
whose weight was once inside her

Gee, what the fuck is going on here?. two posts and now you suddenly become my subconscious?

This morning the chef served crispy bacon. Usually he serves sort of soggy bacon. I snuck back and stole me some extry pieces.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

explaining, uh, yeah sarah. your previous subconscious retired and gee put in the best bid. i, uh, we, uh, i guess we forgot to inform you.

1/11/2000, 12:49 PM
Maggie is:

Feeling great relief at the eternal hominess which is Sorabji.com. Hi Mark!!!

flotsam@foolsparadise.org

upset, saw a cat get runover on the way to work. This is the 2nd animal i have seen get runover in 3 weeks. I am very disturbed, i have the cat's face, shrieking in pain imbedded in my mind. I think the cat will live, i FEEL the cat will live.....i am so very disturbed at the face of death......

what is going on?

thinking that i have no skills and that nobody wants to hire me. feeling sorry for myself in general.

De nada, Heather.I'm sure your schedule was as packed as mine, and anyone would be a little reluctant about meeeting someone they only know over the internet.

Next time, we'll be sure to bump into each other.


spent the day at home, in bed. Trying to recover from this illness, which i sincerly hope is NOT the flu. It's been so long since I've had it, I don't know what the symptoms are, or hwo to distinguish it from a common cold (which I rarely get either). I haven't felt as fatigued as I recall you are supposed to. I could've gotten out of bed earlier, but I said to myself, how many more times are you going to get to stay in bed all day?

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

thinking kung pao chicken and peppers would be nice for dinner.

yeah

I think I will make kung pao chicken and peppers.

Also looking at the picture from the company xmas party. We all got zapped by the human resources gal. Despite my head being turned in an obvious "i don't wanna be photographed" manner, she took it anyway. Complete waste of film.

a little distraught at the fact a construction worker got crushed to death by a falling steel girder at the construction site across the street. Today has been about death or the face of the death or the sound of death (as recalled by the maintenence guy named Pablo).

STOP FOLLOWING ME DEATH!!!!!

STOP TAUNTING ME WITH VIOLENT DEATH.

Hollywood blvd. is getting weirder and weirder every day. The insane are coming out in droves. The bearded lady especially freaks me, but the ones i truly enjoy are the ones who talk to themselves. A co-worker and I were standing there having a smoke and one walks by. He says "Hey baby it's ok, it's gonna be alright" She turns with a sinister eye and continues walking all the while grumbling, snarling and carrying on. He says "baby don't be mad at me now". She continues only now she is pointing one nasty finger at him and is now showing her teeth, much a like a growling dog. Finally he gives up as she is almost out of earshot and says "Go ahead then".

In addition to the handful of impersonators, the insane make the blvd. truly colorful.

starting the new job on the 31st. This summer they're actually going to PAY ME to, among other interesting things, ride a bike through the park.

procreation is the difference between making miracles and having recreation.

feeling like spider

two papers and now two days to write them


luckily they're short

looking at the big fat flakes of snow. i have an interview tomorrow at an "internet company." in olympia, that probably means something really pathetic and lame, but i figure i'll check it out anyhow. what the hell do i have to lose?

try to stay positive agatha. i know what hell it is, but you do have skills and lots to offer.

me, i just began negotiations this morning for a job as a web development manager for a start-up. might not know anything for a month or two, but at least it's a start.

now i'm out to kinkos to fax s'more resumes around.

congrats simon :-)

thanks. you're next, kiddo.

karabins@yahoo.com

I,m still up,but not standing,I forget what I was going to say,maybe it was lie.

A fib.

dining on the stone patio, ocean side, at La Cocina, reflecting on lizard soup, and thinking that arriving is more feared than starting over, more feared than lizard legs adrift, more feared to fly a soul to those coordinates where light is superfluous to its seeing, and grief has no hold, as in remembering Shalimar in the moonlight; thinking things like that, and enjoying the sarahs and the maggies and the julies and the dereks I've met out here on the frontier. thx for listening,

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

not listening to that middle part

sorry daniel

posting like a maniac until exhuastion sets in so as to avoid the quiet before sleep. i ran out of valium, that's why.

syrup@sorabji.com
http://syrup.org

wondering what middle part heather is not listening to...hoping this isn't a purely vegetarian site...sitting here pulling one sock on before my first encounter with clients...thinking about the next chapter...what is it: the Shalimar part, or the lizard that caught your attention? I spent a while on an island full of them (they became my friends) only to go to dinner one night and find them on the menu at La Cocina; Guerlain's errie scent, well, that's a different story. Same moonlit night, different story.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http/:www.addictions.net

phreakin!!!!!!!!!

procrastinating
if you couldn't tell

down with the flu.

Bluh. I think I am gettting better, but I hate how it screws up your sleeping. i'm normally a mild-tempered guy, but fuck with my sleeping, and you better watch out. Anyway, called the doctor today, and they said that I just needed to keep on doing what I have been,m that is resting and taking in lots of fluids. I think I may be getting my appetite back, too. I still feel all fuzzy-headed, tho, so my posts may be a little more on the incoherent side than they normally are.

Oh, and thanks, J, for the get-well card, it was much appreciated.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

still working. and listening. I thought a woman was talking over a speaker system, like when they announce that someone needs to dial 213 or something... but it wasn't. Her voice just carries like that. Creepy.

tbone@mindless.com

hoping if that kitty cat lived, that someone got it to a vet. I hate seeing that. Lemme go and hug my cat now.

:-)

pjayboy@aol.com

Pssssst....hey Jimbabe....I gotta cat you can hug babe...

danikim@ij.net

i have hugged a pussy today




(yes Jim, a woman was rushing to it as we passed)

Danipoo... LOL

Patrick... I'm glad.

Everyone... I might get some this weekend.

woooHOOO

pjayboy@aol.com

finished hooking up his new zip drive, which involved taking apart part of my desk because I had set up the whole thing really stupid in the first place.

Had a night of actually sleep last night, although it was full of really odd dreams. Disturbingly, I woke up once half-convinced i was a woman. This was also (i think) when I had woken up drenched in sweat, so it must have been the result of a fever that occured while I was asleep.

Dreams aside, that sleep did me good. I have more energy today, and no fevers at all. cough is a little better. I have to go to the store later, but I may need to lie down for a little while first. The whole zip thing took a lot out of me, and I am still fuzzy headed.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Wishing I could send Sem some chicken soup,wishing I could beat the hell of the other granny,so pissed I,m crying.I,m going to go pound some nails and break some plates.

janny917@hotmail.com

happy for anyone getting some. Good luck.

Also peeling the label off a spent AA battery. Exciting stuff.

Did you know that those rectangular 9-volt batteries are nothing but 6 teensy 1.5-volt batteries in a little package? They're adorable. Like AAAA-size batteries.

Workin - Call me Bug Barbeque.

tbone@mindless.com

Everytime I take a crap it's a cosmic experience

Religion and chemicals are the keys to the future

Next time we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese


When people are asllep We must all become Alarm Clocks

That's the Power of lard

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

SOMEONE MUST DIE. TODAY.

i hope it's not me. i just got my quick cam in the mail today and i wanted to set it up tomorrow and try it out before i pass away.

Reading the Recipes at Crack Aficionado & laughing my ass off!

http://www.thethirdrail.com/crack

Got a Thing.

in the mail.

From Swine.

$, count'em, 4 cd's fat-packed with live P-Funk, plus the Roots' live album.

Let me tell you, Swine may not be the most on-time fella, but when he delivers,

PLADOW!


muchas muchas gracias, senor swine. I am humbled before the honor of your gift.

I got a Thing
you got a thing
Everybody's got a thing..."

oh, yeah...

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

i got the quick cam installed but i'm too stoopids to figure out how to make it go live on the web.

it's raining outside anyway...

waiting for. The yard's ever present crows; new birdseed; laundry; and last night, I avoided spilling fettucine with mushrooms down my sweater when I dined in a basement booth at Rossini's with my blue eyed psychic friend Jacqueline. I like her. She knows nothing about electronic creativity; knows less about herself; sometimes the outpost is empty of song, you know. Hope every one is enjoying Saturday night. Oh yes, and if Heather is listening, I won't be going back to Aruba until 12 June. One lovely place.

sitting, hungry in a small room with an old computer. Since school got out for christmas, my IRC channel got de-registered. it'd desolate and I'm lonely. As soon as school gets cranked up to speed again, I'm going to try and repair the damage. Sigh.

Something's wrong with my neck, too. Damn scoliosis.

tbone@mindless.com

i want to be like mark.


(this is so goofy)

syrup@sorabji.com
http://syrup.org/Image.htm

you kind of have a Mark expression on your face there. So way to go.


I'm eating popcorn. It's called "Sting Me". do they have a popcorn place called Kernels in the states?

My family just went to Florida, and here I am, home alone... that is until Thursday, when I fly to Wisconsin... fun stuff.

kaufma6@gis.net

remember The Monkey's Paw? be careful what you wish for, sarah.

Just sitting here with Jay, and reading this.

curt@tesco.net

glad you got it.

and glad you Get It.

that shit is part of me like my liver. like my kidneys. like my heart. like my penis.

it is my Major Organ.

(what do you call your baby?)

you received 4 out of about 20 live cds that i own of the parliafunkadelicment thang.

i sent it to you not only to repay the debt that i owe for the laswell stuff, but also to flip your fucking wig.

they flip mine.

everytime.



you have my e-address. send mail if you'd like more.

sarah once said that george aint shit.

i'm sending her "live at beverly theatre" to prove her wrong.



my name is mistaswine.



i'm funk and i'm proud.

rummaging thru again. Sweet jesus, Sarah, you got some fine pics of the Island; my favorites: Fire Pond (title of a poem by friend Micheal Rosen in the New Yawker some years ago about my ancestral home burning, ya da ya) and In the Tube (great color, wish I cd hv been there w/ you). Syrup diggity dot is a fine place; the door was open; I walked in; feel a bit like ohana after an hour or two there. Do I recognize the chrome around the window to be VW-ish? Mine's an 88, antenna broken off for a straight shooter...(not for me). Thx for the tour, take care, you're not alone out there, and change is coming.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com

getting Penny the Cowdog spayed tomorrow.

Say it loud!!!

Dying because my old lady is about to dump me and she was my only heroin contact in this stupid fucking town...

plan_13@hotmail.com

holy shit. i am completely tired. what a long, stupid-ass worthless day. hey, asshole, stick it in your

/

yay! i'm stoked.

but listen up podling. i never said that about george or p-funk. we had this argument years ago, way back when the dots were relevant, so i guess i can't expect you to remember. what i did say was that james brown is the founder of funk as well as the godfather of soul. and nobody can deny that. unless they're a fool or somethin'.

i can't type much, it hurts; i played guitar today until my fingers bled. i was windward side all day. after we had lunch at the beach, deeann, michael (yes, michael) and i played from about 2-4pm, and then after naps we all headed over to mahiai's in waimanlo for the regular sunday evening jam, from 6-11pm. i didn't stop the entier time, only to pee.

i'm learning slack key. it's bitchin.

now i'm about to collapse. goodnight.

just to end this all: the two of you can go back and forth about george and james, but the truth of the matter is you're both right.

almost.

it was bootsy.

thinking about taking up swine on his offer.

Man, we are the same page about this shit. I was converted about 1:30 into the first Beverly Theater disc. I think they cured my flu.

My wig is flipped.

I came into work today to realize, along with everyone else, that it's a federal holiday (MLK DAY) and I didn't have to be here. Having missed a week already, I said fuckit and went to work. I had a bunch of beaurocratic BS to deal with. Now I amslacking here for a while before hitting the site reports again.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

funk?

whaddayouknowabout the funk?

you're about as funky as john tesh.

the fact of the matter is that the funk was coming from all different directions from a variety of different musicians. The Godfather gets that title because he was the most successful. why? cuz he had some of the baddest motherfuckers in the world in his line-up and he shaped that classic sound through intense discipline.

make no mistake, james brown was a strict-daddy.

which is probably why some of his best musicians took off to join parliament-funkadelic and get down with the free-form funk from outer space.

james brown started the party.

george clinton came in and dosed the punch with acid.

and then there is always the fela kuti factor. fela was getting funky in nigeria at the same time james brown was creating his sound in america.

anyway, arguing about who founded what is schwagg for music critics. and as i've said before, music critics are some of the most worthless wankers on the globe.

jesus christ. you ever been to a john tesh concert, swine?

mr. tesh is quite funky. in fact, bryant gumbel once called him "the funkster". and who, do tell, knows funk better than bryant gumbel?

developing narcolepsy and poor spelling.

tbone@mindless.com

Isn't John Tesh held up as sacred by the Canadians? I'm sure I saw a huge golden statue of him as I flew over Toronto some days ago. There seemed to be well worn paths leading to it from each of the cardinal directions. We were pretty high up, but i'm certain there were throngs of worshippers at the site.

Later, I heard tell of a secret Canadian Government program to breed Tesh with Celine Dion to create a race of supermen.

Which is why we need to get the George Clinton artificial insemination program into full gear. I volunteer your sister.

Remembering Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Hoping others around the world are doing the same.

Sending Mark a big kiss & a thank you putting up the speech again.

I'm gonna knock you out, Semillama.

Oww.
Oww.
The Canadian Government has apologized on several occasions for Brian Adams.
Oww.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Mama said knock you out.

Scott Hamill in a robot suit.


Bomb Canada...they've done enough damage.

don't call it a comeback!

actually it was Meldrick who said "I'm goin' knock you out." at first I thought it might have been B.A., but no, it was Meldrick alright.

and you're all in Deep Do-Do.

Thinking about Clark.
Thanks, Gee.
I haven't thought about him in a while.
But I have the BIGGEST thing for him. Gee, what's happened to his career? Gee? Help me out here. And say hi, or yataheh, to yer maw.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

at work, again. Boss is in California for teh week, so I can come here on my lucn break w/out worrying about looking like I am slacking.

Gonna try to track down a tax preparer this afternoon. I need to get this tax crap off my back soon so I can go and get a new car.

The monument you saw in Toronto was the CN Tower and it is a structure in honour of John HOLMES .........and that is a whole different line of thought.

Mr. Nate, what the hell do you know about funk? Better yet, what the hell does Bryant Gumble know about the funk. He can eats ma shit which is blacker than him and he'll call it funk!!!!

That white washed muthafucker ain't nothin but a talking head, a Henson/Microsoft prodigy gone too far.

Funk this!


ps-Maury P better keep an eye on his "Chung-thang!"..........the Tesh-master is on the prowl

http://www.tesh.com/

hey mista flatline.

got your musak delivery.

that shit is bugged out.

what the hell is your e-address anyway?

get back at me.

blindswine@sorabji.com

switching over form listening to melancholy folk to melancholy grindcore...

having a debate with a co-worker over whether or not fish can think about things.

syrup@sorabji.com

eager to see the rocket launch tonight.

Heads up Sheila, you should get a great view. Hope the cloud cover is gone.....

this is the same rocket and launch that we got a great view of in October.

Testing the new anti-missle missle......depending on weather, I may head up to the hills with my tele lense and snap some shots.

going to seattle to support my friend during labor. it's a baby, almost!

waiting for sarah to git down with that peanut butter.

Of course fish think. It probably goes something like, "Yep, there's my fake plant... " or "Rocks sure look good today."

tbone@mindless.com

thinking "master database" sounds dirty.

TAG! YOU'RE IT!

nuhuh, i was on base.

DAMN THAT JAR IS HALF GONE SARAH!!!!!1

well, nate told me it was good i was dealing with the menace of idle peanut butter.


he recommends skippy though.

no no no you both got it worng.....Peter Pan is by far the creamiest.........and whoever eats that crunchy shit needs a headkick!

I am wondering kind of jelly you kids prefer. Up until recently, it has always been concord grape. Now I have a hankerin for apple jelly. I hate the little bits in strawberry jelly.

buggin'.

roasted honeynut crunchy jif is the only way to go.

chünka
chünka.

i aint no adobe hut.

That stuff, no way can I eat it if I want to lose fat. I have to content myself with reduced fat creamy Jif.

i got a letter from a classmate today. I looked at the return address and thought, "Who do I know in Las Vegas? I don't think anybody from sorabji is from there..." I opened it up and it was a high school classmate who got married (so that's why I didn't recognize the name) and wanting to start up a newsletter. She must be a housewife, i thought, else she would have no damn time for this shit. I half-heartedly filled out the questionaire, full of places to describe your marriages and kids and what-not. Mine is fairly blank, I don't fit a lot of those categories because I haven't done those things. i almost put in the three years I spent flipping pizzas under the career part. It wasn't until today that I realized that i truly couldn't give a rat's ass about my classmates. Oh, there's a couple i wouldn't mind hearing about, but I just have no desire to seek any of them out, you know? All the people who were important to me back in high school, i am still tight with. Shit, what a stupid thing to get in the mail.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

yep, she must be a housewife, alright.

choosy moms choose JIF.

llama, llama, llama.

jesus herbie christ.

you must be an archaeologist.

we are in the storm cloud here. cannot see anything tonight.

eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with STRAWBERRY JAM. Bama! the best, seedy as everything, but lacking the big cold lumps of preserves have. Looking forward to having my jelly glass when i finish the jar, too.

reading about peanut butter, geez...and writing about women and my father, age, remembering that only crunchy almond butter goes on Sandy's bagels, while smooth generic (fat)cream goes on Melissa's dry (no goddam butter!) whole wheat, seeds and crunchy crap preferred but must have smooth pb. G@d, and all I had today is remembered as chicken broth with onions and fresh garasomething mushrooms (no, not that kind) thinly sliced and simmered gently with basil and a little garlic. Now, that's real food; none of that brown slimey stick to the roof of your mouth paste for me...I can't believe I'm responding to peanut butter fetishees...and sarah's peanut butter cam...what would Skippy say?

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http/:www.addictions.net

welcoming little jackson into the world. welcome, little baby! enjoy your stay!

Jackson. That's a nice name for a little boy. I hope it's a little boy. A big boy would have been painful. teehee!

Margret: http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,5485,00.html

Thanks, Gee. I am a little irritated that they're doing a TV movie for Homicide instead of releasing one to the theaters, but now I can have my Clark fix. Oh, lord, and Danvers. He's little, but I always found him cute.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

agreeing with Swine re:

roasted honeynut crunchy jif. That stuff rocks!

pjayboy@aol.com

yeah, man.

but it's actually made by skippy, not jif.

so suck ass and prosper.

i gotta get back on the one.

I,ve seen John Holmes,his thing was so big it was scarey,apple butter...my aunt made the best apple butter,that,s what I like on p-nut butter.I,m so bored it,s not even funny.Yesterday I ran back and forth across the house,from my bedroom where my webtv is hooked up to the other end of the house where the computer is hooked up.Finally realized I couldn,t get e-mail or the internet because I don,t have an ISP,because I do have some pride,I won,t say how long it took me to figure it out.

janny917@hotmail.com

Extra-super-crunchy is the only way to go. It's Peanut butter! Give me peanuts!

tbone@mindless.com

eating lunch and growing a beard. It's actually snowing here.

1/19/2000, 1:12 PM
margret is:

I think it's like 65 and I know it's sunny as all hell outside in lovely Albuquerque today.
I'm getting married in August.
You are all invited.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

holy shit margret, what about us?

the stick it in the ass thing worked, i guess.

What about us? What about us?

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

you're getting MARRIED?

margret, you've been keeping secrets from us?


that is so wrong. it's just wrong.

i'll come to your wedding though. are you sure you want us to crash it? that might make for one very bizarre and surreal wedding.

Actually, you wouldn't be crashing.
You would be invited guests.
And, umm, if things go as I have visualised, the more the merrier.
50 people with torches is way more impressive than 20 people with torches.
It isn't a secret.
We told his parents at Christmas time.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Slacking.....my band "Queen Bee" is playing unplugged tonight, so I'm looking forward to that. Also, in despair and anticapation of the next musical revolution....Fuck, popular music is soooo banal, I think I might go throw up. I want to shoot the guy who creates all these boy bands right up the azz with a missle launcher.

mcouling@yahoo.com

eating a mcdonald's cajun chicken sandwich.

you know, i thought 'cajun' would imply some sort of heat.

my coke is spicier.

listening to....

a-ba, naa-nga MAPO
a-ni nono to, ine to, ye to
oto si, bu-i-bu mu
a-ba, naa-nga MAPO
a-ba naa-nga MAPO

these are actually the lyrics, I cannot translate the rest and this seems to be the only english printed on the insert. This is a strange CD. I think it's Japanese new age pop or something like that.

I also have Kiyoshi Yoshida, Asian Drums in the que....and Mozart's Missa Solemnis "Waisenhausmesse"

the Mozart was a gift from very short Irish guy in a bar, he was fond of us and called me black Irish becasue of my tan skin. I said it's due to my Lebanese hereitage. Nonetheless, he said when his father died, he ws left with all of these Mozart cd's and was instructed to give them to people he felt worthy. We were worthy I suppose, but I thought we were just being friendly.

The Japanese stuff came from my wife's co-worker. One of them even came with an incense stick inside.

Margret's getting married in August? In New Mexico? Outside? Some of us may melt, but we'll still come.

Congrats, pal!

arsewell@tomah.com

thinkin' I need to look at that jar of peanut butter in the pantry when I get home. The nastiest peanut butter I have ever had is Reeses, which shouldn't be the case, but is.

Btw... congrats to Margaret. Where are you registered? *g*

pjayboy@aol.com

i finally got called to interview for one of the corporate writing jobs.

they asked me to bring in a sample of my *creative* writing.


MMUUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

oy vey.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

I lost control at eBay. I didn't spend a massive amount of money (surely no where even Near a hundred bucks) but I just kept bidding on stuff. My theory is People will buy Anything for a dollar.

oh well.

last time i lost control at eBay it got nasty.

i had to shank some people.

i have two interviews on deck. i'm actually going to study for one of them, because i told them upfront that i wouldn't leave this company for anything less than +40% of what i'm making. (i gave them the figure, didn't compare it to what I'm currently pulling.)

they still want to interview me, so carpe testes.

this shit gives me a boner.

I have to admit to total confusion about how eBay works. I went there once and looked at some pictures of some stuff. It was ok. I guess if I wanted any of it I might have figured out what the fuck was going on. I AM interested in purchasing zebra striped business suits and accessories, both pants and skirts style. Anyone sees anything like that, let me know. I think I may have to learn to use a sewing machine, though.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

writing reports. My slacker office mates took the day off because they came in Monday when they didn't have to. I have too much to do to be able to get away with that stuff.

margret - Could you get a white business suit and dye half of it with black stripes? Or get a black suit, cover the parts you want black with wax, and bleach it?

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

tweaking my nipples

wishin' Nate well with his studying and thinking maybe one day I *will* get that check.

pjayboy@aol.com

sorting unknowns into piles of probability.

Mark's hair color is so interesting. at times it's really sandy looking and then other times it's pretty dark. I have witnessed this with my own eyes. it depends on the lighting. or could it be his inner mood? the shampoo he uses? how many hours since the last shower? the smog level that day? the background radiation level? nearness to spiritual perfection? number of lemons consumed in the past week?

Recovering. I was near Bonk. That state where a combination of lack of Sleep, lack of Calories, and lack of Caffiene all hit at once, reducing one to a helpless pile of goo.

I have caffeine, I have sugars, and I have mental stimulation.

I'm saved.

tbone@mindless.com

I am sitting, listening to Beck. My left hand scratches my right hip underneath my sweatpants. I am shaking the flu. I am looking for a place like this where I can exude my own weirdness on the masses.

pixmonks@yahoo.com

eating. fuck this dieting shit.

mmm tangy bbq Lites chips. By Bluebird.

Ya know Jif is a bathroom creme cleaner on my side of the planet

mellish@hotmail.com

listening to johan de Meij's Symphony no. 1 "The Lord of the Rings". Ineed to tell my brother to stop buying me rock albums for my birthday and to get me stuff like this. He's the one who gave me this copy after we listened to his on the way up for xmas. I kep trying to tell him, if you are going to get me music, get me something classical or jazz that you think is really important or significant, 'cause I know he knows that shit like nobody's business.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

noticing that there's two of us Daniel's here. I'm the one the the Addictions.net website, not the band Addiction whose website is Addiction.net, I'm the one with the S.net, like my name, my name is Daniel S. So I guess that simplifies things, huh? Sarah, you go gurl on them thar creative writing assignments. Let me know what or if. Liked your Michigan hand made blankies on garage sale couches image. You a good writer, you know? Email me sometime this w/e if not too busy w/guest. Yeah, I still wonder who we all are and what we all do and why we do it.Don't know the answers but I like "here" nonetheless. No peanut butter tonight, good.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http/:www.addictions.net

I had a pretty good day. I like this boy more and more every week.

imagining my own suprise, when i realized that dan piraro's bizarro seems to contain a bird with a top hat every day.

perhaps, even, a bird with a top hat, upsidedown.

umopEpIspn

EPG AKHLANJ JEALRH

so anyway, does a webcam make a pretty girl more popular? ding! ding! here comes the cablecar. you call it a trolly or make one rice-a-roni quip and i'll tickle your epiglotus with my middle finger.

pantyhose and aquanet smoking menthol cigarettes tonight we'll tango in the street

you eat


dark meat


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romtheofficetothep
umpsSometimesyouth
inkyou'regonnadrop
Intheendyou'refilt
hydirtyhornyandpis
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obeworkingforthema
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tfuckergoodsomewom
andownonmainstreet
needsajumpgetyourf
ingersouttayourass
andpumpsomefaggots
gasandthinkaboutho
wbadNEWHOPEsucksan
dit'sapisspoorlife
whentheladiesfirey
ouupandthenyouchec
ktheiroilandknowyo
u'refuckedcausenoo
newantsaloserwhowo
rksfor5anhoursmell
slikegaslookslikes
hitWORKSINTHERAINA
NDRUDEASHELLNOWICA
NFIXATIRELIKEHURRI
CANEMELINDAIKNOWTH
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TIT'SWORTHSoifIcho
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ooklikeyouexpectit
'causeit'sagifttha
tgodgavemeatbirth.


I swear to god! Look!
This is something new you've never heard before this
You better take a good look at your mind, fucker
I know what you want to come here for
You better take a good look at your mind, fucker


Don't quiver little boy, your daddy's with you now
It won't be long anyhow
It's just around the corner
The destiny that I embrace with you

Don't get too close to my fantasy
Don't be afraid to clutch the hand of your creator
Stare into the lion's eyes and if you taste the candy
You'll get to the surprise

Stay calm little dreamer and drift off into dreams
The gentle kiss of night is better than it seems
It's just around the corner
Close your eyes and soon you'll be with me

Don't get too close to my fantasy
Don't be afraid to clutch the hand of your creator
Stare into the lion's eyes and if you taste the candy
You'll get to the surprise



oh my, it's going to be one of those days.

this morning i had a dream about the end of my time here. it involved my explosion when cornered for too long by the boss. then it involved me running around this giant party trying to gather evidence of my innocence before THEY destroyed it.

i am paranoid. i am bi-polar. i am more smartest than most people i know. i am cynical. i am arrogant. i am faking it.

all along.


"All one reallly does need is a warm place, food, drink, smoke, a cat, and a book. Right on."

"All one reallly does need is a warm place, food, drink, smoke, a cat, and a book. Right on."

"All one reallly does need is a warm place, food, drink, smoke, a cat, and a book. Right on."



and there he is and the bed looks like sex and though i uncorked the bottle i don't want my wishes someone help me send the jini home.

good morning sunshine! didn't you know the sun is bi-polar too? only not cynical, because it knows its place in the universe.

ouch.

well, anyway, i'm on my way to an interview for a writing job. please think one good thought for me.

daniel, thanks for your kind words. just the right thing to hear on this occassion.

syrup@sorabji.com

enjoying one of my last four-day weeks.

My soon-to-be-ex-boss is shattered. His champion has left him for a lower paying job with longer hours and there will be nobody to take up the torch for a long time.

At a staff meeting yesterday he mentioned the possibility to my new boss of "borrowing" my services in the interim. She eloquently replied with the executive equivalent of "nyeah, nyeah!"

Meanwhile I'm going to put together a flyer for him listing my consultation fees. Safety and environmental consultants don't come cheap these days.

karabins@yahoo.com

going onto Yahoo WWF hotchat and talking about endangered species, habitat loss, etc.

you know.

World Wildlife Fund things.


i think i'll do this often.


meet me there.


xoxo

b00gnsh

not the brightest ecowarrior.

it's AIM's WWF hotchat.

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Speaking of EcoWarriors...

A friend of mine had just read Zodiak by Neal Stephenson (an eco-thriller) and was wandering Europe. There were lots of Greenpeace recruiters. Having just read the book, he was in the mode still... And he really wanted to ride in a zodiak.

He would have joined on the spot if they had given him a tshirt.

But they wouldn't.

tbone@mindless.com

Holy smoke.

I'm a putz.

Just kept pressing "Say it"...

Pow.

tbone@mindless.com

b00gnsh: African elephants, the earth's largest land animals, can grow up to 11 feet at the shoulder, have an average length of 20-24.5 feet and weigh more than six tons. Their potential life span is 60 years, but today only about 20 percent survive to reach 30.
ANSKYgal21: hehe
KasPa 40oZ: PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS IS GREAT
MCsBUTTERFLY: Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky
hHhrulz305: Any links to the kat
ANSKYgal21: i need sites on the hardys, anyone have???
knowyourrole984: MORE LIKE A YEAR
knowyourrole984: NO
bsousa13: STONE COLD NEVER GOT HURT IT WAS A COVER UP BECAUSE HE GOT MARRIED TO DEBRA MCMICHAEL
flirty5384 has entered the room.
flirty5384 has left the room.
ANSKYgal21: nah in a few months man
MCsBUTTERFLY: Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky Rocky
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b00gnsh: There are two subspecies of African elephant: the savanna or bush elephant and the forest elephant. An estimated 600,000 of them remain in the 2.7 million square miles of savanna and rainforest south of the Sahara. This is less than half the number of elephants surviving ten years ago
Mihai Veress has left the room.
b00gnsh: More than half the continent's elephants live in the rainforests of West and Central Africa where they receive better protection than on open savanna.
ANSKYgal21: butterfly - i luv rocky, but please... its a lil annoying.
b00gnsh: Elephants eat as much as 300 lbs. of food during an 18 to 20 hour elephant-day, yet half of the food leaves the body undigested. Their diet consists of grasses, roots, bark and woody parts of trees. They drink large quantities of water--19-24 gallons per day. During a drought, they will dig holes with their trunks and tusks in dry riverbeds to find water.
SandmanMSS: anyone who chants rocky is gay
DckooUndertaker: rocky!
bsousa13: IF ANYONE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO STONE COLD IM ME
b00gnsh: Both male and female African elephants have tusks which can be straight or curved upward. Tusks are elongated upper incisor teeth which first appear at age two. The ivory tusks are a unique mixture of dentine, cartilaginous material and calcium salts. They continue to grow throughout an elephant's life, and are used when feeding, in social encounters as instruments of display, or as weapons
hHhrulz305: Any links to the kat
b00gnsh: African elephants have saddle backs, two "fingers" at the tips of their trunks and single-domed foreheads. (In contrast, Asian elephants have rounded backs, single "fingers" and double-domed heads, as well as smaller ears; only males have tusks.)
DckooUndertaker: rocky!
hHhrulz305: Any links to the kat
b00gnsh: An elephant's skin is sensitive, requiring frequent bathing, massaging and powdering with dust to remain parasite and disease free. The trunk, formed from the elongated nose and upper lip, enables the tall elephant to feed on vegetation on the ground as well as on trees.
MCsBUTTERFLY: b00
ANSKYgal21: rocky! rocky! if i'm gay for chanting the peoples champs name... then i'm vrey gay.
ANSKYgal21: ROCKY
ANSKYgal21: ROCKY
b00gnsh: The trunk is also used for drinking--by sucking up water and squirting it into the mouth--greeting, caressing, threatening and throwing dust on itself. The trunk muscles give it flexibility as well as strength, enabling it to carry, with the same ease, a tree or a coin. The nostrils are located at the tip of the trunk.
ANSKYgal21: ROCKY
DckooUndertaker: rocky
MCsBUTTERFLY: whut u be talkin bout?
Ellisboy545: Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
SandmanMSS: yeah u r
bsousa13: IF REALLY WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO STONE COLD IM ME
hHhrulz305: Any links to the kat
b00gnsh: Many physical characteristics of the elephant are adapted to body size. The large skull, for example, supports the trunk, enormous molars and tusks. Huge ears help the elephant lose body heat. The large surface area of the feet support its weight, and the soft elastic layers which form the sole expand beneath the weight of the animal as it walks, absorbing the considerable burden.

I bet you go through an awful lot of shampoo, too:

Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Wash, rinse, repeat.

Damn... that's the third bottle this week.

You and me, baby, aint nothin but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

tbone@mindless.com

Nate, that's the funnist thing I've read all week. i had a premonition of what teh WWF chat would be like - was it really orignally the World Wildlife Fund site? If so, that's kind of sad.

My god, I'm still grinning ear to ear.

i had a dream last night that i was flying out to sorabjifest at margret's wedding, on a flying bus. Some of teh folks on teh bus were sorabjiites, but no one would let on who they were. Everyone was really friendly besides, though. No one I've seen a photo of was on the bus.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

naw, it's AOL. it's supposed to be wrestlin'.

i wonder if people would recognize me from my photo.

i was such a little boy then.

it smells like rank fish here.

god.

rank.

FUCKIN RANK
JESUSFUCKING CHRIST IT IS FUCKING RANK.

GODDAMNIT.

the smell is as oppressive as if i had taken a CRAP ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. BUT I GUESS SINCE I DON'T EAT CRAP THAT's NOT THE SAME THING.

someday i'm going to take a bag of rotten shrimp and a ling cod and throw them in the microwave for 20 minutes.

then leave the office.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT SMNELLS AEGAJ OSG DFHaerh4tjyjk k7lj/l.l /. jk. k86r7k . .k8 ....

The ROCK RAG
...August 1999 - Rhiannon D. from Bryn Mawr, PA won TOM WAIT'S...
home.earthlink.net/~rockrag/main.html - Cached: 4k - GoogleScout

Limericks and Poems 1

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

you are all losing it. i'm going to make some more coffee. i got my russian paratrooper's watch today finally, but i can't read the directions.

let's start sabotaging chat rooms with long discussions on erudite subjects, i think that would be really fun. i almost peed my pants when i read that thing. the best part was the fact that nobody was adknowledging nate's obvious wrongness in the whole situation, they were too glazed over to even notice. funny.

just thinking outloud: 12— She remembered the first thing she received from him, months after their initially meaningless encounter on Amtrak speeding through cornfields. Here it was: a postcard of the Illinois farmland, entitled “Coming to Lincoln.”

The image was a soft rain in the sunlit prairie just before the grain elevators at Dwight, a potent reminder of his finally gathering courage to speak. Two strangers across an aisle who may have awakened at the same thought of watching grain and corn as they force through the soil. Like forcing the conversation at first on a train dizzily racing and swaying through farmland. Illinois farmland talk is hard for both of us I imagine was the first thing he said to her. She was on the way to the courtroom in Lincoln, defending a Mexican migrant worker who didn’t speak English and who was accused of suffocating his wife. He was on his way home someplace further south, and neither of them mentioned the approaching dusk.

When he looked past her to the red sun in the western window, she had really not noticed but was well aware of his gaze sometime afterward, how long afterward she still did not know. And when he spoke, time stopped for a while between each word outside Lincoln, Illinois, and she felt deep in her abdomen that finally and for once, maybe for the first time, the syllables stretched each moment on the swaying and loud car just a little more than comfortably.

It was that way, always, with him.

He would later tell her that he had watched her as she slept from Summit through Joliet past the prison and casino, and that he had hoped she would awaken in time to talk. He would tell her of the dreams of thunder and swaying cornstalks he saw painted on her wrinkled brow as he studied her young forehead across the aisle. He would tell her of her eyelids flashing like lightening in the tinted windows. He would tell her he only looked away long enough to remain undetected in case she was peering at him through slightly opened eyes in the train track sleep.

He would tell her later of his wonder at how she managed to sleep and keep her blue suit controlled and well pressed and always at the knee no matter how she cradled herself, just as when he first saw her in the station waiting room. She had never met anyone like him whom she tolerated for more than a minute.

Later, he would tell her many things. She would listen in the darkness, afraid to breathe.

Peel me an orange slowly and juicy; take all night, she said.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

Wiat, what did Rhiannon win of Tom Waits? Hi old clothes? weird advice? three wishes?

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Unwinding after working
ungodly hours to keep
America safe from that
whole y2k ugliness.
Pretty incredible that
the people who had
apocolyptic visions are
the ones who got all the
press, while we humble
ones who made it all work
got strange looks.
Especially since I looked
at my check afterwards
and felt like a chump.
Guess that's the way it
always is, can't say I
feel bad or cheated....
Guess I just feel like
I'm part of a world that
would rather celebrate
the what if than the
wonders of what we do
every day. Kinda' sucks
when ya think about it.
Bombs and incompetance is
what we celebrate and if
someone does their job
eveybody shakes their
head and wonders what it
is we were try

Bedazzled@earthlilnk.net

erudite.



parasite.



what else rhymes with "-ite'?



up.

i got the belch-ups.
ever get those?
i get that shit when i drink too much.
uch.

thAt sheisty pale guy who said his name was "Dunzell" just now is making me think i shoulda walked whats-her-face home. but now it's all drama in the wind.

tonight i sleep with this bit of knowledge imparted to me by the too-cute 33=year old latina mother-of-two who leaned into me at classico's and said:

"everything you need you already have, baby."

Classico.

what a fucking cheesy name for a club.

i'm going to sleep.

cleaning out the cabinet next to the sink, interspersed with goofing off in front of the computer and listening to circlesongs. still good. 9 boxes of dental floss and counting....

Supposed to be working, but I guess I got sidetracked. They really shouldn't have internet access at work. Good thing I clear off ALL traces of activity, eh?

peaceNsolace@aol.com

riled.

fuckin' cowboys.

cowpokin'
shitkickin'
horse-fuckin'
bow-leg
sons of bitches.

hangin's too good for 'em.

does AIM have chat rooms? I never knew that. Where are these hidden little rooms?

eating ice cream for lunch.

rich and i are playing with the quickie cam. i have to send it back though and get a different or better one. it just won't take good shots outside, for some reason. i guess that's what i get for $50.

he got here thursday night and brought me lavendar soap, purple chile lights to hang in my room (boom chicka wah wah) and a bootleg of "Frogwings" live at the Wetlands.

Guitar: Jimmy Herring
Rhythm: Derek Trucks
Bass: Oteil Burbridge
Keyboard: Kofi Burbridge
Harp & Vox: John Popper
Drums: Butch Trucks
Percussion: Mark Quinones

this is some badass fusion nasty funk blues rhythm jammin'. hot damn. i'll make you a copy if you send me an email.


we're off to go surfing.

syrup@sorabji.com
http://syrup.org/hawaiicam.html

doing file maintenance...breaking in a new pair birckenstocks...eating bison meatloaf...talking to channel eleven tv about making book on the playoff game tomorrow (heh heh, they needed an expert opinion from an old mechanic...) hey animal lovers! in the process of file maintenance, lookee this: gotta check this out, the audio isn't too muziiackle but the image is worth the price of admission: geocities.com/TheTropics/Resort/8742/squirrel.html... what kind of an animal would expose himself like this???

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

Nooooo Stone cold got married? noooooo.


I had another Sorabji dream. It was about Patrick. I think we went out for dinner.

I think that this dream is proving my theory on coming to Sorabji before you go to bed.

wishing our local dreamboat Droopy a very happy birthday.

thanks for hanging around the rest of us dorks.


mmmwah.

actually looking forward to going back to work. I need to talk to my fellow ORISE participant about using his accountant to help do my taxes, since she has been dealing with the total tax bullshit the ORISE program dealt us. Once I get my taxes paid, then it's off to get a car. Then I can travel.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

drinking hot chocolate at my place of employment. No juice at home. Anticipating, after a magical day of fairy trees, a spooky night with Bell, book and candle.

those 10 boxes of dental floss are still on the bathroom floor.

Enjoying a truly entertaining site...yeah...duh...that would be yours...;)and trying to come up with the column for today for my site...

Lizard4971@aol.com
hometown.aol.com/lizard4971/lizardslounge.html

trying ot remember what i was just thinking

making the most of my $15 Kaz vaporizer.

listening to rimsky-korsakoff's piano quintet. just ordered $71 worth of romantic piano concerto CDs.

so, so sorry that the Buccaneers didn't make it today. we did our best, and won the game regardless of the score.

assholes.

all day long i've been filled with the desire that i was spending the week at some asshole motel/hotel/Hampton Inn somewhere off some endless interstate.

alas, i am simply here in my chair, my lower legs are getting sore from sitting here so much.

my shower is just about ready right now. time to get nekkid. time to blow my nose down the drain.

mom and dad are out having dinner right now. i am wondering if they are talking about me much if at all, and how late they're going to stay out.

still trying to remember what i was just thinking

/

listening to Keller Williams "It wasn't just the time, it wasn't just the circumstance, it wasn't just the wishing I had you...", remembering some other lines from a 70's song sung sweetly just this very morning, and recalling a snippet of dialog he wrote last summer: “Peter,” she would call him so from his sleep. [ “Peter will you look at this?” she would ask him from her dream. “Listen. I was in the antique store buying maps of islands, old maps of islands, I don’t know where; Peter, are you listening? I dreamt I was buying old maps again. Look at me. I have sand on my feet.” And sure enough, there between her small firmly attached and very real toes, exquisitely proportioned to her instep and foot and ankle and (need the memory replay the sequence again?), there was sand.] Thinking he needs to read Jung's thesis of psychic synchronicity before he trails off to sleep.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com

I,ve been listening to some of Marks songs,and reading his stories,I thought the dance story was funny,I have the best of Steve Miller album and I,m not ashamed to say it.I,m trying to figure out this computer,it,s not happening,I,m trying to figure out this scanner,the lord still wants to see my cans,how do you do it,I can turn it on,but so far thats all I know.That little bastard that put this together better get his butt over here soon or I,m going to track him down and make him a new asshole.I swear I will.

janny917@hotmail

saw what I'm pretty sure was a hawk-owl out in a tree today. Never saw one before. My office mate thought it might have been a red-tailed hwak, but I actually left the buildign to go look at it, and I'm pretty sure it was an owl of some sort, and the hawk-like tail pretty much nails it as a hawk-owl. Sometimes I worry so much about how this program I'm in is going to fuck me, that i forget about some of the non-specified benefits of working here.

sitting in my office,
door closed, trying to
block anyone from coming
in and pissing me off
even more. Lost an
important videotape
today. Put it down on the
sidewalk at the bus stop
as I was calling the
chinese restaurant that I
lost my gloves in
yesterday.

I'm having one of those
days when you've already
stubbed your toe twice
and you know if you try
to walk off the pain,
you're probably just
going to go and stub

your toe again...

Billy, you never told us about the outcome of your marriage proposal. We are concerned.

wondering what's going on

my sister fell in love

she's getting married

it was relatively instantaneous

she even told our parents

GAh! Marriage! *Shiver*

Instantaneous marriages make my skin crawl in horror.

Listening to PJ Harvey - nice. So far today, I have listened to the Green Linnet 20th Anniversery double album, GWAR's "Scumdogs of the Universe", Hannibal Record's African Portraits (performed by the Chicago Symphony orchestra - I should probably re-file this one under "C"), PJ Harvey's "Rid of Me", and now "To Bring You My Love." On deck is Hater.

1/24/2000, 3:24 PM
margret is:

23 minutes until outbound client contact. They want a premises report on their maritime cases, but they've not flagged the maritime data so no custom report is possible. Product liability will be ok, it will just be a huge pain in my ass. Then we have to discuss how they've named their fields, which really torches my bonfire. You can't start every special damned field with date and then try to query on date...the engine will become confused. Damn it.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Getting reaquainted with
Sorabji.com - I haven't
been here in AGES! Just
started nosing around to
see if I remember anyone
and of course I recognize
my dear sweet PJBoy!
*waves to Jim* So yes,
I'm back... for now
a

carrie@applegirl.com

CURSES! I cannot believe I still have that lame old issue with my browser chopping my sentances off and formatting things funny.. only on Sorabji though! How totally bizzare is that. :D

carrie@applegirl.com

Ah-ha! Only does it in IE. Okay, problem solved. I shall make Netscape my Sorabji-specific browser. Now that I'm done spamming this section with my ramblings... off to poke around a little more! >:)

carrie@applegirl.com

Enjoying online life for the first time in like a year or more. I actually chatted with people that I knew long ago and it still felt real familiar and good but at the same time, it was not 100% comfortable. So, I left a message on Ridin's web page guest book. Maybe eventually she will speak to me.

danikim@ij.net

Wondering Why, God, WHY would people do this...

http://www.boobscan.com/

Okay, I can sort of understand the curiousity of scanning ones naughty bits and what not, but to then submit them along w/a head shot to a site for people to judge them... egawds!

carrie@applegirl.com

good morning mother nature.

eat glass and choke on global warming, you miserable vindictive bitch.

there.

i feel much better now.

loving all this snow!

pjayboy@aol.com

Hardly any over here. Whipping through site reports like a muthafucka. You guys can keep all that snow, I'm happy with what little we have, considering how many terrifying drivers live around here.

currently too busy
thinking of ways to
peddle products to the
masses.

but indeed there is a
long story involving a
marriage proposal
rejected.

a long story, but i've
already given away the
ending.

i'll come back and tell
it when my fingers are
rested and my brain is
unoccupied with thoughts
of dancing widgets and
such...

pondering travel and training dates: a tentative four days Florida in February; a definite four days hard work a-journeying end of March in Minneapolis; then two weekends teaching counseling and facilitating spiritual growth April and May in Missouri; ah a blissful three weeks of the hardest work in Aruba (and not on the beach) in June; and a hopeful ten days drumming and rattling in the hills and valleys among stone studded ancestors in Scotland July and August; (maybe a side trip to a cottage by the sea in Wales, and then on to Connemara, then Cambridge for a day or two). And I wonder why I complain about never being home. If I didn't love what I do...my dear little Compaq 1825 with a fifteen inch screen...contains my entire life at this point...sad, I need a tree, a forest, clouds n sky...and more time.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

Just getting home from yet another awesome night with Jimmy. I enjoy him so much yet I hate myself for enjoying him so much. But I cant help it. My Siren Girl knows what I'm sayin'.
I had me a very hysterical conversation with Jimbabe the other night on ICQ...we had fun!!!

danikim@ij.net

trying to wake up

where is the snow?

going to see Kids in the
HAll tonight,
muthafukkas!!
KIDS IN THE FUCKING
HALL!!

LIVE!

in their home town!!!


woooooooooooohooooooooooo
oooooo!

only white people like kids in the hall.

someone tell me about the key.

jealous of wisper.

damn canadians get all the luck.


except for keeping their sports teams in-country.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

anyone gonna be in or near Austin, TX from about March 10th to March 16th?

thinkin' that Danipoo's husband was turned on by my suggestive chatting.

pjayboy@aol.com

Upset.

Nana has got lung cancer. Dont know how serious/treatable it is.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

Glad I have tomorrow off to get riproaringly drunken.

Fuck

mellish@hotmail.com

I'm sorry Moonit. make sure you let us know how serious it turns out to be. I don't know much about these things.

The wall rack has taken on a sinister twist.

Saying a prayer for Moonit's Nana.

(And if you tell me she never smoked in her life/I'll fucking scream
...)

Seems lung cancer can go either way. A recently-former-co-worker of mine's father was just operated on for same less than a month ago. He was home in less than a week & is doing fine. So don't give up hope.



Cancer sucks.

So does snow when you have to got to work in it.

Which I don't/but still...)

Mark looks like he is having a conversation with the person to his right, yet still is working. I can't do that.

Hey, Moonit, don't give up hope. My mom had a tumor removed from her lung 7 years ago and is doing great. Hope they caught it in time.

I would suspect my friend the snowboard instructor would disagree with R. C. about working in snow...

I went to a completly lame "training session" about preventing sexual harassment. Not that preventing such is lame, but the presentation was the weakest I've seen since junior high. The guy just read off the powerpoint slides, and he misread a word on every slide. Thank God It didn't last long. I would rate the information quantity of it as zero, as I already knew everything he talked about. The horrifying thing is, this is an annual thing, so I have to go again next yer! AAuuugHHH....

eating chicken fingers.

no.

the fingers of a chicken.

check it out:

http://www.ss.mtu.edu/~dbland/dblcrf.html

it's the site I worked on for my thesis. There's a link to a paper I co-authored as well. No pictures of me, though. (I was usually face down in a unit)

waiting for snow

Feeling good after finding out via the office cam that there is a bigger slob in the world than me.

face down in a unit? Sounds ominous.

I moved out of my office today. Deleted all the files, cleaned the hard drive, shredded all the incriminating stuff, forwarded the telephone to another office and threw a couple boxes into the truck.

Next week I have to go to Huntsville. I'm not particularly excited about this, but as long as they sell beer I'll get through the week.

When I get back the fun begins.

Simon?

Our Simon?

In Hunstville, Alabama?

I hope they're payin' you a king's ransom, mate...

And that it's not a dry county!

Wondering what happened to the pay phone # archive.

magraith@inch.com
http://www.inch.com/~magraith

Wondering what happened to Sheila.

You're not living in a cardboard box surrounded by dogs & ducks, are you, Sheila?

She doesn't call/she doesn't write...

Signing off & going to wake up Six. She's been sleeping all evening. But I wanna play Tag now!

thanksforthinkingofmee


Yup I'm still drunk from this afternoon and i have this weird patch of sunburn like a V shape where my jacket was. Its red and loverly. Wont that look great tomorrw. I love tequilla it takes the pain away... mmmm tequial.

mellish@hotmail.com

apparently, I am no longer allowed to waste time at sorabji while at work anymore. Shit.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Waiting for it to be 7:00 pm.m EST. And praying I'll be able to get into the boards afterwards! And have a good report.

Wondering how Mark gets that fake ad copy that keeps changing every few minutes.

Some of them are pretty funny. And they never seem to repeat.

And hoping everyone took note that His Markness immortalized our very own Nate & Sheila on the WAYD board this a.m.:

"1/28/00 2:30 a.m. EST.

This is sorabji.com:
You'll find a treasure of history in these pages, whether you hold Nate Loux and Sheila Hansen in awe, or are newly initiated to sorabji.com."


Those whom the gods wd ruin/they first make famous...

Yeah, Huntsville, Alafuckingbama. But only for four days. The content of the class I'm taking will be dry, but not the county. I understand they do sell alcohol there, so I will survive.

Then at the very end of the month they're going to send me back there again for four more days to study conflict resolution and unarmed self defense - which, in the SE Washington DC neighborhood I grew up in during the 70s, were synonymous terms.

Sem, you mean you were surfing the web on our tax dollars? For shame! The *ahem* "outfit" I work for goes one step better... they pay a person $54K of your tax dollars every year to make sure we aren't surfing the web on your tax dollars. Go figure.

Nate is probably not a god, but he's a damned resourceful fisherman and that probably elevates him from the rest of us mortals.

Sheila, on the other hand, is not of this world and will probably have me cast into a pit filled with razorblade-weilding hairless weasels for two eternities when my days on earth are finished. Therefore I plan to spend those remaining days enjoying the ride.

working. Yawning.

I need weekend.

This was the first week of school for spring simester... Can you believe I'm being taught the same damn thing by 3 different teachers? The philosophy department's Logic course is teaching me Set Theory, The Computer Science department's Algorithms course started on some set theory, and the Math department's Discrete Math II class is digging deeply into some set theory.

Easy damn stuff.

My Logic teacher gave us a question for homework wednesday. The class immediately after that is the math one. He answered the question as part of his lecture. Then my Algorithms teacher did too.

At least there's work Programming Theory and Assembly Language to keep my brain from atrophying.

tbone@mindless.com

feel utterly exhausted from work and working out. the mania of my exercise routine has increased since my friend has been in town, to make up for his multiple attempts to drag me down in his vacation gluttony.

i have a headache and maybe even a low grade fever, compounded by having one hell of a day here at the cancer research center.

i've been interviewing people for a study on exceptional survivors. people who beat the odds, who survived cancer despite having a very poor prognosis.

today i talked to a 50 year old local guy who survived stomach cancer. his was so bad that when he was diagnosed, his tumor was so large it had developed its own ulcer. when i asked him why he thought he survived cancer he said "well, i'm a surfer, and surfing is about as close as you can get to god. so i pray a lot while i'm surfing. and i do cocain."


and there you have it.

syrup@sorabji.com
http://syrup.org

Hey, in a country where folks are lucky to get two weeks of vacation a year, we should be allowed to check out sorabji.com on our lunch breaks.

And I can go to the wrestling news site whenever I want -explain that!


Earlier tonight I put my name (real) into the Google search engine. if you haven't done that, it's a hoot. I personally didn't come up, but ther are more folks with my name out there than I ever imagined. I'm going to try my full name and see what happens.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Thinking I want to try Sarah's new-found health Rx: Cocaine & surfing.

But there are no waves here on the West coast.

Still -- if people's dogs can learn to surf/I think I'm gonna try.

fucking tired. I just spent the past three hours constructing my family tree, from my ganddad's jumbled records. managed to trace back to my great-great-great-great-great grandparents, born in the 1780's. gotta work on it some more tomorrow.

Listening to Lena Horne & Sammy Davis Jr. via WGBO, Newark. Gotta love that web radio!

Curious to know where Sem's ancestors come from. Wishing I had enuf info to trace my family tree back more than a paltry 2 generations. My Mom's actually been trying to do so via the Web. But Native American's didn't generally have birth certificates back then. And my Dad's Mom was from Brazil/so fugeddaboudit.

Pondering Mark Thonas' early involvement w/Liz Taylor. And wishing him pleasant dreams.

Getting ready to hit the hay so I can get up early enuf to finish cleaning my house but still sleep late enuf to be well-rested for tomorrow nite. :)

Say g'nite Six.

dreaming it snowed slow- falling, pondering oranges, freshcut blue iris with heather, many silver picolos, and unnamed and unknown sandy places late at night, likely between her toes, all last night, and dreaming it helped the emptiness, the self-absorption, the g#diwishiwereinfloridaorhawaii feeling of stepping out all pink and rosy from a warm shower onto a cold bathroom tile, then a room emptying of its human sound, a house echoing of barely audible voices standing at the kitchen cupboard wearing nothing but my long tailed pinstripe shirt, that old vision long buried in the previous delight's sweet feather downed purchase. Yes. and of loss, great loss, almost too great loss, of being old in the next moment, too tired to peel the orange, too cynical to savor the tall flowers wilted and dried on the mirrored vanity, too deaf to hear the music, and too afraid to walk on this beach -- again, trying to recall the flush of midnight showers taken not alone, the salmon colored marks on her all too white skin, soft and smelling of talc and juniper.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

Actually the only way I'd get busted for surfing the net on work time would be if I was hitting sites like asianteennymphosluts.com or something. But since they give me five weeks of vacation a year, I have nothing to bitch about.

karabins@yahoo.com

My ancestors seem to have come to America back around 1800 (at least some of them). One supposedly was the first settler of Clarks Ferry, PA, but that's just a family story. Anyway, they came west to Ohio, then moved to Missouri.


As far as for nationalities, so far i can definitely say Welsh, Irish, English, Lithuanian Jew and Polish. Might have some Dutch and/or German. The old family yarn about having Cherokee blood is probably a myth, as none of my ancestors ever lived further south than Missouri.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Rc, was your mother native american?

just got an awful cartoon from fetidbeaver. I knew what the caption was before it finished loading. Sheesh!

Wondering what the hell sorabji is

jubei90@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/paris/lights/2208

BEING FURIOUS THAT I CAN'T GET INTO THE BOARDS - TONITE OF ALL NITES!!!

I've been trying since 1:30a.m. & dying to tell everyone how my date went & I fucking can't!

And Swine's back. And I can't read his posts. Waaahhhh!

{{Hi Swine.}} Did you know you'd been deified in yr absence? See the "Logophilia 2000 - Sorabji Dictionary" thread for details)

Gee: My mother's father was Native American & possibly Black. Her Mom was an Irish immigrant. So far/she's only been able to trace her lineage back to her father & his twin sisters/who were not raised w/him. It is believed that her Dad's father was Black or bi-racial & her Dad's mother was Indian. But that's as much as my Mom has been able to find out.

(Sem -- where's that picture of you again? I'm trying to picture what an Irish-English- Lithuanian-Polish-Jewish
anthropologist looks like.;)

I guess I'll call it a nite/go to sleep/& dream abt The Chef. All will be revealed as soon as I can get into the boards.

www.he'stoodreamy.org

strangely enough, working on my geneology since yesterday, and in need of sleep (a requirement for entries to this sorabji site thing, huh?). I've got that empty feeling between John D. Smith Sr. of Dedenhauser Germany, and his son, allegedly the David J. Smith who married a Catherine Roth who allegedly had one daughter, Mary E. Smith: end of sperm trail. My godmother tells me though that David J had seven children besides Mary (It is rumored she may have had a sister, but still no help to promulgate my existence). One of the seven children that David didn't have was supposedly my great grandfather Fred J., but he doesn't anywhere exist in New York close to the Seneca Rez. I did find him (Fred J. b. 4/17/89)in Carthage (Rush Co.) Indiana son of a Henry Smith, b. 1854, which may be coincidental because my grandfather's name was Lloyd Henry, and Lloyd is also a common name in that allegedly unrelated lineage. There's a gap, some adoptions, and an unknowing, unsettled feeling in the pit of my very Smith-esque stomache this morning, something akin to having your existence reduced to a 404 message or unterminated strings loose in your hard drive. Listening to Scottish folk songs, thinking of beach, wondering if the snow blower will start...

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com

go to the link below R.C. or take this description:

Short, fair-coloration with dark blond, curly hair and medium-blue eyes. Stocky in build with thick legs. Oval face (currently with a reddish-gold beard), blunt nose, and large lips. 4 earrings, two tattoos, a fari amount of moles. Moderately hairy chest, legs and arms.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com
http://www.angelfire.com/wi/semillama

deified?

shit. i don't feel deified.

steph murmers "oh god!" during sex a lot, but it never occurred to me that she was referring to yours truly.

besides, i'm not the only "god" who's been gettin' divine up in her "heaven", if ya catch muh meanin'.
that whole mess has (once again) given me more appreciation for the wonders of latex.


i'm writing a song in honor of "three dolla" Bill called "the homo-erotic psycho-sexual blues".

(he got the homo-erotic psychosexual blues, and if ya slammed with his jamma you would have them too!")

back in the summer of 1990, three dolla came out to me in a parking lot in maryland while i was raving and drooling all mad-scientist syle with a head full of acid and kaya on the brain. back then i was big into eastern philosphy and had just been introduced to quantum physics through an egghead friend of mine. the quantum validation tore the roof off my whole nataraja trip and had me bouncing off the top of parked cars raving about how "THE DICHOTOMY IS GONE, MAN!! SCIENCE IS CATCHIN' UP WITH SIVA, BABY!!! THIS IS IT! IT'S THE DAWN OF THE THIRD EYE!!! [BLAH BLAH BLAH, INSERT ACID-INDUCED PSYCHOTROPIC RAVING HERE]"

i was goofed on the whole idea and more than a little impressed with myself for connecting the dots.
at least until three dolla stole my fire:

"uh, yeah. i read about the whole quantum physics/eastern philosophy thing in the new york times last week."

so much for original thought.

"and by the way, i'm gay."

yeah. no shit, bill. why the hell do you think we call you "three dolla"?

i have yet to be surprised by anybody's declarations of homosexuality. i've always seen it coming miles away.

anyway, i'm rambling.

time to plug back into protools and finish the three dolla groove.

rest in peace, kid.

turning 32.

32 is supposed to be the prime of my life.

o.j. simpson was #32
when i was a kid 32 was the running back number.

i am well into 32 right now. 13-1/2 hours worth of 32.

2 people (parents not included, and you know who you are, you who never ready WAYD) had the time to call today. i guess that is a lot of people in the grand nonsense of it all.

according to the plan i made when i was 9 years old i am supposed to write something this year; i might also play more concerts this year, while i have the energy to organize such pointless events.

but speaking for myself it would be excellent if i actually did something this time around. another year to fail, another year to sit around bored to tears, another year to wait for the new economy to sweep me away into complete and total happiness.

i spent most of today sitting in my chair reflecting on a lifetime of having done not a goddam thing for anyone except myself. then i drank a lot of beer and listened to a lot of glenn gould playing a lot of beethoven/liszt.

here's to another 32 years of that shit.

http://www.sorabji.com/

Happy birthday.

I wonder why you put your own url there.

Happy birthday!

wishing our host a Happy 32nd, and hoping he has some more "shit" to toast to at 64.

pjayboy@aol.com

wishing the composer and conductor a joyous 32nd (hellava chord, ain' it?) Consider, o unknown friend, that you have given us THIS, given us HELL.COM too, given us some really bad piano, given us entertaining but blank pixels from your office cam, given US a place to meet and greet and taunt oneanother -- seems you have given just the SORABJITES a connectedness otherwise hard to find in this ...world, ah you have done what others only dare to think about: pay phone numbers world wide, the endlessly repititous loops of pager trivia, the incredible officecam narrative. (where do you get that stuff?) Most of all, you provide THIS guy a place to go, feel at home, experience unconditional awe in all of its myriad forms. Including a newly found emailbuddy with sand between her toes. Does it get any better? You bet. Keep on keeping on, but change the angle of the cam, will you please. Sincerely, if irreverently, happy happy. Respectfully,

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com

Listening to Eileen Ivers and musing on the football plays scribbled on Mark's board. Happy(belated) birthday, big guy.

also wishing to mark a birthday happy.

however, if you turned 32, you're in your 33rd year.

33.33.33.33.

wwjd? retiremotherfucker.

wondering if anyone is interested in seeing the results of our photo shoot in last month. So far there are two galleries of the wifey, more galleries are expected.....of my work and more of his of the both of us......due to the occassional transient fuckface around here, send me an email and i will give you a link.........the pictures are steamy in nature, but very tastefully done, plus we got paid.......

thewaffleboy@hotmail.com

questioning why i feel the need to make excuses in this context but really i had every intention of at least attempting to surprise Mark Thomas with some sort of electronic birthday observance, but a. the thing i set out to do is a lot harder than i thought and i spent 3 hours yesterday just figuring out how one simple little thing works and there's no manual, and b. nobody asked me to do it anyway, so c. Happy Birthday Mark Thomas but you never know when something may emerge once inspiration is flowing so watch out.

listeningto an old jam tape I found of my first real band the Combs, recorded in the fall of 1996, when we were out of a rhythm section and were forced to jam in a cold unused room in my house. There's some weird ass stuff. Think the main rhythm guitar as agressive acoustic folk-jazz, with my lead guitar as electric acid rock-punk, and a beat poet chanting over the top with a hand drum. I also played some fretless bass. There's some good noodling on this tape that we never managed to get to work as a song.

No wonder no one came to our shows. Fucking inacessible music.

In a weird way, it reminds me of what Nate's band might sound like if it came from the Bizarro world.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Happy Birthday you big slob

DanielSSS pretty much said it all.

But HAPPEE BIRFDAY anyway, Yr Markness.

(You know we love ya, dontchya? We do. S'okay for you to blush abt it. But we really, really, do.)

And I hope someone gives you a cat for yr birthday. Musicians really shd have at least 1 cat.

experiencing unconditional awe again. Was wondering if anyone did read these posts...besides me. Dreary but nonetheless breathtaking day here in St. Louis....post superbowl stuff.

http://www.addictions.net

Invalid Argument to Date Encode
Invalid Argument to Date Encode
Invalid Argument to Date Encode
This is so cool! I love this! 2/1/2000 broke the software -- only for printing Journals, and if you set the system date back one day you can run the Journals and then set it to what it's supposed to be and it works just fine.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Happy Belated Birthday Mr. Thomas.

Interesting observation Margaret.. I have a program looping this morning that has run for the last 18 years without a hitch......... damn.... this code is so old.

i am listening to Howard Stern, he has a guy from England who can fart, amongst many things, Happy Birthday......amazing....i think.....i extend that same greeting to mr. mark

MapleLeaf, we haven't figured out how to FIX it yet but it's related to the leap year shit. 2/1/2001 works fine, but 2/1/2004 sucks.
Fuck this.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Wondering if Mark got my kinky card and assgram?He sure looks serious today,and kind of puzzled too.

janny917@hotmail.com

Margaret....figured mine out...not date related...but is data related from user activity yesterday. sorry...can't help.

Patrick......she is stunning.....you lucky bastard.

Shit.
Well, I'm thinking it's not only date related but the fault of the Borland Database Engine we use (those bastards!). BDE is already my major pain in the ass as far as happy clients go. People who want to use WP8 should really be left to fend for themselves, but we advertise compatibility, so we're stuck trouble-shooting the fucking Borland issues w/WP8.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

Mark looks like a man desperately in need of a nice cup of coffee.

I read today that China is withdrawing it's $60,000 reward for anyone who brings in physical evidence of a yeti. They say it's to protect the environemnt.

LIke that's something the Chinese Government has every worried about. Something deeper is involved. Something sinister and bonechilling that man should not know.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

my photog professor called me just now to do an unpaid assist on friday with this professional model he hired. I consider this a valuable internship...WAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

wondering how you put a price on yeti evidence

Chyna - the wrestling chick: I think she's a man. I'm serious. I really think that's a man.

eating strawberries with blueberry yogurt.

hating hating hating HTML.

wondering what i ever did to agatha to deserve this

Sitting bored, in my office...

diseappeared

Rejoicing!!!!!!!!!!
Just got handed 2 tickets to the National Hockey League All-Star game next Sunday afternoon.
WoooHoooo...there are benefits to having played this game for a living in the past.

...wondering what to do next... code? darts? Q3? nice site

Oh my god.


There's a mini-me.

"i guess that's your wager, a buck, fine, and your answer is futter. buck futter. i don't... i don't get it."

oh, i think you do trabeck. i think you do indeed. BUCK FUTTER!

Chyna is most likely not a man, I've seen pictures of her when she wasn't famous. I think her parents had latent amazon genes that got expressed in her.

Nicole Bass, now, I think she may have been a man at some point. Or at least become really familiar with male hormones.


Ps. I'm all the Yeti evidence you need.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

I knew you would reply to that, Semillama. I'm getting to be really good at reading people's minds.

I still really think she's a man. I saw her fight once (just once) and I REALLY think she's a man. maybe she didn't used to be.

An investigation into the physical properties of the cello.

Cheers!

mayles@po-box.mcgill.ca

Watching Russian game shows

speedlime@hotmail.com

Who in the hell used my letter on Monday?

I was too busy reveling in all the "post Super Bowl stuff" to post.

Anyway, it wasn't me.

Rams Rule and God Bless.

Watching tech stocks drop. My Lycos was up over two points an hour ago. It's on its way down now. Sigh.

Wondering if there are actually people who end a phone conversation with "Jesus and I love you."

tbone@mindless.com

eating more strawberries with blueberry yogurt.

coffee.

blues.

two words.

Corey Harris.



dayum.

Oddest thing. I'm having a craving. Not just any craving, I want grits with two patties of sausages on a plate. Then I want to take a fork and cut up the sausages and mix it all up with the grits. I'm a southerner by birth and a northern transplant. Haven't had this kind of southern delicacy in years. Why am do I want it now? I'm not even pregant.

Grits. Creamy yellow butter, black pepper, salt.

wanting to know, what is that long slanting object in Mark's office? That's not a ski. Please, anybody, help me out.

sitting in a student union building at UAH on a commandeered computer at UAH. Since I've been here I've been eating things like catfish and blackened crawfish tails for dinner. Class is boring as hell, but the food is on you guys and I'm definitely getting your money's worth.

Happy b'day mark you old bastard.

karabins@yahoo.com

damn I said UAH twice.

Damn.

karabins@yahoo.com

Chyna looks like Lucy Lawless aka Xena Warrior Princess but way more scarier.....

declaring my undying devotion to the Church of Dave. i shall commune with beer and nuts at the altar of software piracy. there will be much leaping and rejoicing and singing of punk rock classics.

thanks loverdoll.

i wonder if i'll ever see that P-Funk CD that the mista dangled enticingly in front of me a couple weeks ago. or am i back on the shit list again? it's so hard to keep up.

syrup@sorabji.com

laughing my ass off.

MEAN's FELA interview with Ginger Baker (the baddest whiteboy in Africa) has gotta be the funniest shit i've read in a pig's age.

i suggest you all improve your interstellar funksmanship and get down with the AFROBEAT special in issue #6 of MEAN magazine.

it's way worth the $3.95


and by the way, puss dumpling:

you'll always be a doo-doo catcher.

i'll try to shoot off the parliafunkadelicment tomorrow. you'll have to provide an address where someone will be around to sign for it.


porcine out.

What, just cause a woman is phyiscally capable of beating the living crap out of 99% of the men on this planet, that make's her a man? C'mon, Gee, don't sell your sex short.Everyone knows that women are way tougher than men, and Chyna is simply a hint of what things might have been like wthout sexual dimorphism...

Saw Eddie Guerrero dislocate his elbow tonight - not pretty. Ah, wrasslin - the sublime goofiness of it all. Everyone ehear about how Vince McMahon is starting up a new football league -XFL? He says football's lost its old guts-and-glory ways. I suppose that means players will be able to use suplexes on the quarterback now.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

searching for first person nonfictional data for a story by St. Louis POST DISPATCH on teen gambling, for which I was interviewed last month, and again today to verify copy.

Anybody know a teen or parent of a teen with a gambling problem? Send me an email with Teen Gambling Story in subject line, and I will fire back the email of the writer who assures me you will be treated anonymously. If you want to share your story with me, you may copy me directly at dan@addictions.net More info avail on the Addictions & More site. THANKS FOR YOUR HELP!!!

& other than this little last minute project, I am enjoying the new whacked up leftish cam angle from sorabji tonight, along with German hazelnut chocolates and
other enthusiastic peanutbutterless foodstuffs while contemplating the cartography of desire and comparative religion.

And someone's toes...

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

it has nothing to do with the way she fights, Semillama. It's the way she looks (her face, actually) and the way she sounds. she has manish eyes.

also, the way she sweats.

Sem - Shes damn scary! Its got nothing to do with the way she fights, its the way she walks and looks, shes got a mean mouth... I havent seen the wrestling in ages ever since I heard Stone Cold got married. Is that true wrestling guru?

mangoes,rondelet, shapely and goddess-hipped,
a venus rose un-plucked, plumb-lipped,
deep and purple black where the water goes.
Why am I alone?



And I still want some grits.

contemplating the cartography of desire

and the mapping of space

plumb-lipped?

or maybe...

plumb-bob lipped?

or even...

sugar plumb-bob lipped?

strawberries, and yes, I spelled 'plumb' wrong. More like 'plum' i.e, jam and those little round delicious purple things. Still, I don't think it crippled the imagery too much.

Fruit, grits, it all stands for the same thing.

Yes, it's true, Stone Cold married Debra, famous for her "puppies".

I don't think Chyna has mannish eyes, but she has one hell of a wide back that's for sure.

But I used to read all the musclehead magazines while bored at work at the vitamin place, so I am used to seeing women far more masculine than Chyna.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

i just soiled myself listening to the mista's imitation of jesse jackson.

finding Panmure Island off the Atlantic coast of Canada, wondering if the sand isn't really red rock and mud as in other parts of PEI -- being reminded so nicely by email ;} of the fine pink coral grits on the warmer beaches of Maui -- and settling in for a night of traversing snowy n shadowy spaces between mapping episodes ...waiting for the tape of cd burned for my two sons last night at Keller Williams' birthday bash at Cicero's, both guys but not me in attendence (someone has to work to pay for their children's tickets you know..."gee Dad will secondary smoke show up on a drug screen???)

madcartographer

Wondering why people . . . just clickked onto a webpage picture while reading a post regarding 'dimples'. Great pictures, beautiful people with beautiful bodies but it shocks me to see that with cigarette smoke billowing. second-hand smoke, but first-hand has me sort of bewildered. It's the opposite of foxy bodies. Why? I know nicotene has the power to calm And to give 'energy' . . but what about body damage. skin wrinkles the whole trip.?

laughing

of all the things to find shocking....

errata -Stone Cold and Debra are engaged, not married.

Anyone watch the Duckman marathon last night? (by anyone, I mean those folks like me who have absolutely nothing better to do on a friday night) Forgot how fucking funy that show was. That was some of Jason Alexander's best work for certain.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Got a big surprise tonight, as my pen pal called me up out of the blue. This is the first time we've actually ever spoken to each other in fifteen years of correspondence. She's going to come over and help me dig this summer. Should be great!

Anyone else who wants to help me dig this summer, should email me at the below email, which is my work mail. That way I can send info to you faster. That is, if any one here wants to. I should extend the invitation at least.

andrew.sewell@emh2.mccoy.army.mil

suspecting that everyone had a lot more fun this weekend than me. I spent it constructing mix tapes.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

just got back from outrigger paddling along the south shore, from ala wai harbor to rock piles backtracking to the kaimana flag before the final stretch into ala wai harbor again. i was #3 in the boat, dead middle. my neck and shoulders will be sore tomorrow. it was unreal being out in the water so early in the morning, crystal clear blue green water. turtles and coral clearly visible.

the sky not so clear, though the sun shines and it's warm. kona winds are spreading the vog from the big island all around. the air is hazy and mostly still, the water calm. it makes for bright red and pink sunsets, that are normally more of the orangeish yellowish greenish kind. so much vog i can barely see the water from up here, though i know from being out earlier that surf is up. up up up.

can't stay, must ride.

http://syrup.org

vog isn't in the Webster's dictionary, but let me guess...

volcano fog?

working the graveyard shift, for some fucking reason.

defending our great nation by endlessly surfing the web on american taxpayer dollars. i would feel bad about it, but i pay taxes too. damn the man, save the empire...

soapbubblebox@yahoo.com

yawning

mellish@hotmail.com

Trying to work pastrami out of my teeth with the judicious application of gummi bears.
I am convinced that the apple in the Garden was a gummi apple.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

resigned to rejection and loneliness. Running out of solo ideas that used to at least get me out of bed in the morning and looking forward to the weekend.
Yes, I'm attractive, but I'm not a killer, never stabbed a girlfriend in the back, they were too busy doing it to me. Loose-lipped-we've-got to-talk-about-her-before she-talks-about-us-and-she's-asking-for-it-cause-she's-full-of-herself-anyway-lying-slandering-toads.

Anybody else ever dumped phony friends even when you knew it would mean you wouldn't have any?

Yeah, make new ones. But it's hard. I'm shy and have had my dignity stripped aloud for the world to hear.

I'm not crying mind you, just trying to figure out what's next.

Fuck that's annoying, it's like reading a typewriter.

Just got Chili Pepper/Foo Fighter tix for March. ROOOOCK! Whoo HOO! Something to look forward to!

thinking my throat feels funny, scratchy, itchy, my ears are popping. I am hoping the flu is n't rearing it's ugly head. Just set the wife up for a deep tissue massage and a super deluxe hand and foot manicure/pedicure/massage. I think she will ike this. Especially after coming off a business trip.

Then i also renewed her subscript to Wallpaper mag......those foreign subscripts aren't cheap, god damn. I also have made arrangements to get loaded at a great pub nearby, Cat & The Fiddle as it's called. Great beers on tap and kick ass bangers and mash. Rock on!

oh yeah, it's her birthday this week....

Wishyour wife happy b-day for us, Patrick.

Tired. Too much to do and too little time to do it in. On teh agenda for tomorrow: Get up. Eat. Call and make a doctor's appt. (I want to see if they can't figure out waht these really vague aches in my abdomen are. Not painful at all, but a times, uncomfortable) Call local IRS and ask how much they're going to penalize me for not filing quarterly. Curse. Go to the post office and mail shit. Drive 40 miles to LaCrosse. Go to Target and pick up necessary items, such as a file cabinet. Go to UW-L Archives and have my nose tickled by mildewy tax records. Try to get out of LaCrosse before dark. Bleah. I'll be glad when this report is done. I'm going to have to put in some overtime, which I do NOT get paid for.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

inscrutable drama queen

thanks to sarah

http://www.recordstore.com/cgi-bin/wuname/wuname.pl

YAY TARGET!!!

yes, the highlight of my day tomorrow.

speaking of whcih, I had better get my ass to bed...Good night.

bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

bonita bonita bonita



damn, it's been a long time since i heard this song.

can i kick it?

yes ya can!

Sem -- why drive 40 miles? There are a number of office supply sites you can order from online. AND they deliver. Silly rabbit...

Watch out for papermites. The archives are always full of 'em.

a little nervous.....going to photograph this girl tonight, a performance artist, caberet dancer whatever......she has an amazing house filled with ecelctic stuff, waiting to be photographed. A little nervous because i have been chasing her for months, now it's here and i fear my own failure. This is not uncommon. Not that there are any monetary stakes except my own loss (i.e she is not paying me), but rather my diginity and the loss of confidence from my peers if i fuck up, by doing something stupid. Considering i shoot a minimum of 4 rolls, the chances of fucking up royally on all 4 are slim, but nonetheless.........also, i am a little nervous she may come on to me. when we have met in recent times, i have gotten signals from her. they could be my mind, they may not, unsure how to handle myself.....i don't like that position. i just want to shoot my film and get outta there. in a sense she is somewhay predatory, at least in my mind anyway.....i will be strong and resilliant to the foul temptations of thy seductress.


hmmmmmmm


you see.....this is good. this why i do not need to worry about my technical skills with my work tonight. that whole rant above is an indication my imagination is working overtime, therefore putting me right in the catains chair for some great photos.....i think about shit way to much sometimes.......

maybe it s the bob dylan on the talkin box......soothing me......coaxing me, reassuring me.....pushing me towards an early beer....

Going to get up early and drive the BIG RED TRUCK to LaCrosse tomorrow. I just don't feel safe on the highway with my jeep anmore. So I will take advantage of the fact I have government vehicle I can use. Nearly done in the archives. Then I have to go look at census records. Then I write write write write write.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

listing to Lil` Kim on the headphones...
man i fucking love this woman.. i can't help it. a lot of people might say i should like her.
but with lines like
"call me rainbow, pussy spread wide like the rainbow."
she is a prostitute turned rap star. i am tempted to sing it out lound, but i don't know how my mother would feel.
A)glad that i am listing to rap music (called my people's music)
B) unhappy because the music i am listening to has more curse wors in it than anything else.

anyway
"dreams of fuckin' an r&b dick"

kymicaladdiction@hotmail.com

I'm eating potato salad! And it's MmmMmmGood!

Did I tell this story already?

When I was a wee tot my mother used to take me to school with her and we would go to the cafeteria and get some potato salad. I would always get the large styrofome cup full. They let you pack it in yourself, so I would pile a huge mountain into my cup and then get a scoop-full of whatever pasta salad they had that day (my favorite were the three-colored noodles) and stick them on top. they would hold by stickiness, not gravity. Then I'd walk down the hall holding the cup in one hand and taking bites out of it directly. From cup to mouth with no spoon in between. Why did I do that?? I really wish I could remember why I did that! I had a fork! Why didn't I use it? Was I a dog in a former life?

still contemplating sock fuzz and Niamh Parsons' "The Water is Wide" and getting invites to the UK. Great story in a five part series at www.postnet.com under special reports on gambling, and it cites Addictions & More FIRST and I can't be so happy this early. So if you all wonder if I'm real or just a blow up doll, check it out. Sometimes diligent efforts pay off; sometimes I get in the way of the universe and get...lucky. Hits on the site are up 23 percent since 1/23/00. We still very small potatoes.

www.addictions.net

doing some recording today. just a bit of minor stuff. taking a break before jumping on the bass track. this is a bit odd...my first time doing any of the production myself. i usually just record tracks & leave; i let other people worry about what the hell to do w/ the stuff after i'm gone. i don't do mixdown. but it's good to be learning something new. i'm slowly finding out what all those knobs & buttons are for. what's that you say? i should've known all this shit YEARS ago? yep. but everybody's gotta start somewhere.

icedagger@antisocial.com

Subject: pez truck...
Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 13:07:53 EST
From: Masterpuppets7@aol.com
To: agatha@uswest.net

Hi, i was the other bidder on the 18 wheller. I wanted it really bad. I want
to ask you to tel the seller to sell it to me instead of you, what you did was totally unfair. If you do not do this, I will virus your computer. So i
demand this.
-KillA (a.k.a. leigh)

all this over a pez dispenser. how tragic.

people. listen up. you want ecstacy? want a groove? this shit makes me want to stay up all night dancing or fucking. or both.


go get it.


now.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000003S7W/o/qid=950136446/sr=2-2/102-3277457-0286400

ooops. forgot to put my name in the little box.

OH

MY

GOD


i just got to track #15.

i'm going to weep.

Not sure if I have heard them before.

I am listening to the new Kittie album.

Fucking -A! 17 year old Canadian girls playing head-crushing straight-up meatl!

The guitars have the same tone as Slayer's, but they have more of a Prong groove.

I finished early in the archives today and decided to head over to the Deaf Ear record shop, where I picked this up. I also got:

Ziggy Marley and teh Melody Makers:Spirit Of Music

The Mermen: A Glorious Lethal Euphoria (Which I HIGHLY recommend to absolutley everone, melodic, near-ambient instrumental surf rock)

The Swans:1984-1986-Cop/Young God Greed/Holy Money 2-disc set.

I know I shoudn't have, I need to save money, but fuck it.

in other music news, my all time favorite punk band The Muldoons may be playing a show with my current favorite"indie" rock band man Ray 19 in Marquette MI in march. I am There. I don't care what it takes.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

recounting: hits are up not 23% but up 67% over 1/23. But we are lagging way behind last year this time when we were averaging 1000 hits a week, (only for a short time I think) out there on several search engines. The whole site needs a major revamp and I can't do it. I wanna go play instead.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

Sitting barefoot at home procrastinating sleep, refusing to respond to the creep of cold at the extremities of my unslippered feet, entranced by this page.

http://hootenanny.org

Agatha what did you do? Were you one of those people who came in at the verylastminute and out-bid everyone else like some bidding lone ranger? I hate it when people do that.

i bid on it like six hours before the end of the auction. the letter writer bid on it the day before the auction ended. duh!

feeling like a fraud.

cleaning my apartment...

a complete fraud, and damn proud of something else.

M'WUH??!?

WEE-HACK!

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Nothing. I'm bored.

I can't concentrate when I read anymore. I'm trying to read George MacDonald's "Lilith," and I am nearly reduced to reading out loud (aloud?) in order to process each word.

I need to get books with more pictures.

Mr.Solitaire@excite.com

filling out this. what are you doing punk-ass!?

dave_santelik@yahoo.com
http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/kingoftheworld

Ernest is dead! He's dead! My Ernest! The man who went to camp and jail and even saved christmas! ERNEST IS DEAD! I'm so frickin' upset.

gettin some leg tonight for sure.

you should be so lucky.

Hugh@sorabji.com
http://216.160.64.218/

Tell us how YOU DO.

stegmosaurus@yahoo.com

dave you so craaazy!

Huh? Jim Varney Died? What, did he get his head smacked getting thrown out of a bar?

He died of lung cancer, he was 50 years old.My friend Warren came over last Sun.,we were in our bedroom s/o napping,me reading the paper.Out of the blue I hear"Hi"scared me to death.He didn,t knock on the door,my dog didn,t bark,if he had came an hour earlier we,d have been doing the wild thing.He had a black-eye again.

janny917@hotmail.com

what. the. hell.

looks like agatha veto'd that dave.

unless...

well, either way.

busted.

i'm just glad he took that photo of me down.

listening to American Analog Set, such dreamy tunes.......makes me long for that capsule in space, floating endlessly, attaining endless amounts of knowledge and understanding from the stars, galaxies and planets.............starcosmicrocketship

i am an escapist today.......

setting up a birthday gathering at the Cat & The Fiddle, trying to get a bunch Angelinos to commit one way or the other to an event like this is like anal sex on the first date. it just doesn't happen......flakes!

in my rocketship

bah bababa bahhhh
bah bababa bahhhh

awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

aaaaaway

awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

aaaway

bah bababa bahhhhh

in my rocketship

I think I missed something. Right Now mark is headbanging at his workstation.

I am listening to my new favortive album of the week, the Mermen. I'm in love with this band.

I think I may go and start test driving cars tomorrow. I am a little nervous, because I really only have the slightest idea of what I want.

semillama@tomgreenshow.zzn.com

Reading old mail:

Wow Dan!! This sounds great!! I've got a bridge you might be interested
in also, Its right next to
this ocean front property I own in AZ. Thats where I keep my bigfoot. I
also have some swampland in southern FLA. for sale. I keep my loch ness
monster
in the Foutain of Youth out back and my alien spaceship tethered to the yert
I keep my Oomp-Lumpas in.

By the way, I found Shang-Ra-La, I plan on opening a perpetual motion machine
plant there this year with the money I won from Ed McMahn. You are welcome
any time. Bring Mylissa..she could ride the unicorns while you and I mess
around with the time machine.

I gotta go, I have a date with Cindy Crawford tonight and I have to get my
12 in penis shaved.



p.s. The rams are going to the superbowl....yeah right!

eating chocolate. just a big block of pure, high quality dark chocolate.

and nobody can stop me.

eating vegetarian pork roast; I'm versatile. And Blah, THIS Dan is only interested in island property, or big deep springs; no swampland in Florida, and no monsters. Got enough co-conspirators. You serious, or do you think you know me? Hey, I'm just a nobody, thank you. But I got references. Send money when you get the ransome note.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com

i am really wanting to post. but the boards have been under construction for a while here. hopefully everything is okay.
wondering if i should apologize for scathing e-mails or if some people are able to understand how fleeting my feelings of anger are.
looking for the college of my choice.
it is like some weird spin the bottle. is there anyway for me to just take out a loan that will pay my whole tuition?

kymicaladdiction@hotmail.com

Semillama, you're an evil being. Just wait 'till someone you like dies and see if I don't make a joke about it. sniff.

eating for breakfast today apple pie baked last Saturday. My pals Debbie and Ralph, weboriginators of A&M, are giving me shit because the Post articles (all six front of the section days of them) listed me as "developer" of the site, whereas in fact I am only the content man behind the gambling sections, and editorial consultant for the group's collaborations.

When I said above I can't revamp the site, I meant it. Ralph's a genius who does this shit (like lots o you guys here) for a living, and he's pretty busy, and I am htmilliterate for all practical purposes...I do arkane subjects/verbs stuff and mess with people's heads for a living. Ancient and dishonorable work but pays the rent. Last night listened to a rowdy Scottish group at Borders, met my son for coffee after climbing gym and ICU visits, and crashed. Pretty exhausted today as we've been dealing all week in ICU with my ex-wife's husband's turn for the worse, his newly found cancer, and present comatose condition. He's stable last night but slightly improving. My pie is stale and my critics are good natured, and I am alive walking healthy free of neurosis (almost). Grateful.

dlsmithsmspress@hotmail.com
http://www.addictions.net

squeezing lemon juice into a wound.
and wishing that Valentine's Day would stay contained with those people who are actually fond of it.
i think i am a passionate person, but it is a volitile passion.

oh hey look someone is in love
http://members.xoom.com/Contrary

i want a website dedicated to me.

kymicaladdiction@hotmail.com

yeah, a HAIRY blow up doll.

screaming...

why can't i read posts anymore?!

it says that some one just posted and when i click on it, it says the boards are down for repair....do i have to be stealthy? if so i will never win...i am not at all stealthy.

is it me? i just took a shower so i know i don't stink. what is wrong with me?

kymicaladdiction@hotmail.com

tired. Today is my son's birthday. He's one. I still can't believe I'm a mother... My friend sent me a card for Valentine's Day and I thought, "it's not time for that yet." I'm a little out of it I guess.

Does Valentine's Day even exist for most single people? It's become some pseudo-holiday to me. Something that slightly saddens me. What's that about? I like passion; I've been in love; I enjoy sex... I guess being a young single mother has sqelched that part of me. To bad. I will have to plan on cultivating it again...

nova177@hotmail.com

tired. Today is my son's birthday. He's one. I still can't believe I'm a mother... My friend sent me a card for Valentine's Day and I thought, "it's not time for that yet." I'm a little out of it I guess.

Does Valentine's Day even exist for most single people? It's become some pseudo-holiday to me. Something that slightly saddens me. What's that about? I like passion; I've been in love; I enjoy sex... I guess being a young single mother has sqelched that part of me. Too bad. I will have to plan on cultivating it again...

nova177@hotmail.com

tired. Today is my son's birthday. He's one. I still can't believe I'm a mother... My friend sent me a card for Valentine's Day and I thought, "it's not time for that yet." I'm a little out of it I guess.

Does Valentine's Day even exist for most single people? It's become some pseudo-holiday to me. Something that slightly saddens me. What's that about? I like passion; I've been in love; I enjoy sex... I guess being a young single mother has squelched that part of me. Too bad. I will have to plan on cultivating it again...

nova177@hotmail.com

Jim Varney was a mean drunk and nasty to his wife, so say all the folks I met in Lexington.

I may be evil, but i have an EXCUSE.

waiting to get some info from my buddy on what to watch out for with car salesmen. I may just have to go get a car loan from the bank and buy a vehicle from a private owner.

wondering sem's excuse for being evil

and looking at my first paintings. ug.

Wondering if I am the only person here who is actually looking forward to Valentine's Day...?

The Chef said he'd come over & cook me dinner tomorrow to celebrate/ since he's working Mon. I thought it was nice that he cared enuf to volunteer his services on his day off. Without any hints from me.

I hope I have enuf kitchen gear for him to do his thing. The menu is a surprise -- altho' I did insist that the dessert be something chocolate.