thinking about the joy of coming back to the room to find dirty clothes EVERYWHERE. Skidmarked jockeys are not pretty. Why can't he keep the mess on his side? I always thought I was a slob, too. This goes to far, though. Nasty.

The Food Channel is driving me nuts! I've got quite a collection of CD Artpieces now. I've started incorporating floppy disk bits too.

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Bugging becuz it appears that the Stout Dreamer & I have had a roomate in common! He was the best bud & biz partner of an erstwhile beau of mine (circa 1986)/a self-taught electronics expert & the 1st person I ever heard use the term 'telephony'. Had done some federal time for building blue boxes. And when he used to crash at my ex's crib/he wd wire the stereo system to start blasting "The Song Remains The Same" @ 7:00 am . He was a total Zepplin freak! If his 1st initial was J/then the world is getting way too small!

Is this a 6 Degrees of Seperation moment, or what?

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I'm a lot like that in the morning... except that I use two alarm clocks (one CD player, one distorted radio), sometimes three, and it usually take me at least an hour to get up anyways.

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my roommates used to get drunk and put my three alarm clocks set five minutes apart in the refrigerator. i would then wake up several hours late for work. i guess the alarm clocks were annoying. oh, well. rc, i just saw your cat dilemmas, and i think the squirt gun is one good option. another even meaner thing to do that is supposed to work quite well, although i have never done it myself, is to rub their faces in it. it's supposed to work really well, and hopefully you would only have to do it one time. the only other thing i can think of is maybe changing the cat's food. although iams and science diet are good foods, sometimes feeding kibble to certain cats (mostly females) can cause urinary infections. maybe try switching to half wet food (nasty, i know) and half dry? good luck, miss thing.

Bug not, R.C. - my roommate's first initial was B. and he was a Who man. He made all his friends watch "The Kids Are Alright". Keith Moon was his hero.

I get the impression that we're not dealing with a single person but a kind of sub-species with which we all cross paths sooner or later.

He was also a massive slob. He was the type who turned anyplace he lived into a warehouse full of parts, projects, and other curiousities. He was never in jail, but theft was a hobby of his. One night he stole a coke machine from a gas station. It would take too long to explain how. He brought it back to our place and set it up in the kitchen.

To save money, we never turned on the air conditioner in summer. One day he comes home with an aniquated, film-noir kinda ceiling fan. He installed it in the living room. He got as far as snaking the wires to a hole he'd cut in the wall, and then lost interest. For the rest of the summer we would turn the fan on by crossing the bare wires.

He finally put a switch in because he fell in love with a girl at the grocery store and invited to a party at our place. I guess he thought the wires would give her the wrong impression. She never did show up at that party.

"I glanced into alt.feminazis today and found a lively debate about whether the feminist claim that "all men are potential rapists" leads to the conclusion "Jesus was a potential rapist." (It does. See Aristotle's Logic, part one. If all x are y, and j is an x, than j is y.)

I think this issue arouses so much fury because people are not aware that group-hate has never become unfashionable. Only the target groups ever change. Thus, the Ku Klux Klan's dogma "All black men are potential rapists" is ignorant, awful and politically incorrect, because it targets a group now on the "unfashionable to hate" list. The feminist "all men are potential rapists" is enlightened, educated and politically correct because it targets a group now on the "fashionable to hate" list.

You must always hate the right group to maintain your modernity. To become post-modern, find even more groups to hate.

Only idiots like Jesus (a potential rapist) and Buddha (another of that ilk) ever proposed
living without hate of any groups.....Oh, and Korzybski, who described group hatreds as
neurolinguistic halucinations sympomatic of what he called unsanity. But he was another potential rapist."

--Robert Anton Wilson

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"Unfashionable" seems like a strange choice of words to me. Was the anti-Semitism of Nazi Germany simply a fashion? It was useful, an enemy and a scapegoat used to focus a nation. Feminists use the great truth that "all men are potential rapists" in pretty much the same way. Men and the male-dominated society are made into enemies.

The problem with the sweeping generalizations of hate groups is that you can't argue with a passionate belief. To expose their hypocrisy or give them a label like neurolinguistic hallucination never changes anything. Or opens up communication. It makes them the other side.

"Unfashionable" seems like a strange choice of words to me. Was the anti-Semitism of Nazi Germany simply a fashion? It was useful, an enemy and a scapegoat used to focus a nation. Feminists use the great truth that "all men are potential rapists" in pretty much the same way. Men and the male-dominated society are made into enemies.

The problem with the sweeping generalizations of hate groups is that you can't argue with a passionate belief. To expose their hypocrisy or give them a label like neurolinguistic hallucination never changes anything. Or opens up communication. It makes them the other side.

wondering what the statistics are on Gay men raping women. I've found a group to hate. The illogical. Tres chic, non?

Don't hate me because I'm caustic.

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Au contraire T-Bone -- we love you becuz you're loony!

I dunno -- I'm a womanist from way back/but sometimes I think women are really the ones giving feminism a bad name. I never told anyone that in spite of her master's degree/she shdn't be perfectly happy staying home & raising kids if that's what she wanted to do. Or that she had a maternal obligation to stay home -- whether she wanted to or not -- just becuz she had a husband who cd foot all the bills by himself. But when I signed up for the feminist ticket/I didn't expect to have to deal with chicks like Camille Paglia & Namoi Wolf making themselves rich & celebrated off of a lot of empty rhetoric/ while the issues confronting non- White/non- Western women continue to be ignored by the most prominent "feminists".

Sometimes I feel like feminism was only abt stirring up the pot long enuf to allow a select group of educated/middle- class White women to get book deals & vice-presidencies & professorships. And while they're off becoming self- actualized/black & brown & yellow women are doing their laundry & raising their kids -- same old same-old. For every 1 of us that gets to go to college/there are 5 more spending their days in the park entertaining little white babies. And I don't see Naomi Wolf lecturing against FGM in Africa & the Middle East. I remember seeing Camilla Paglia pose for a prominent magazine a while back/flanked by 2 big, dark, buff brothers she described as her 'bodyguards'. But I don't recall ever hearing abt her in the hood/teaching young Black & Latina girls that their minds -- not their bodies -- are the greatest resource they have for getting where they want to be in life/rather than trying to emulate Lil' Kim/or the fast cars & fly girls & Benjamins values they see in the music videos on BET. If Shaniqua & Chantal & Missy from the trailer park are good enuf to be yr nanny/ why can't feminists mentor these same girls & point them towards a more meaningful future/ something better than
raising someone else's kids?

But maybe I shdn't expect so much from white women in the 1st place. Maybe feminism was just abt them gettin' theirs/& people like me shd have spent less time at lectures & debates on campus & more time figuring out how to get more of us enrolled & on campus for our team.

remembering the words to a song...

"I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and he was gone, and he was gone. I sought him, I sought him, I sought him, I sought him, but he gave me no answer.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love."

preparing mushrooms (I don't know what it means in English, but in Polish it means cleanin', cuttin', bowlin' et.c.)

Maga is
lookin' at you, still lookin' at you... And thinkin'bout France (I was in France last week, oooooh).
I want to live in France, drinkin' red wine, eatin' fromage, makin' love on the beach...
Could you say "welcome back, Maga"?




Love you all

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I don't know if it's my place to do this, but...

Welcome back Maga.

prancing about because i got my fucking dream job. life is too good sometimes.

prancing around waiting for Hurricane Georges to clobber Florida's west coast. Hopefully it will avoid Tampa Bay all together. If not, better watch out Dani, cause this aint gonna be your Holiday! Fortunately I live inland enough to avoid the floods but some people are not so lucky, Like Dani.

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wondering if there is really anyone out there

Fuckin' totally ready for this storm!! I went to work tonight and helped tape windows and fill sand bags...had a hurricane party at work and I feel sooooooooo good!!!! I had me another fight at work and beat this mother fuckers ass....he got beat from a fuckin' woman...wonder how he likes me now?? I'll bet he thinks twice the next time he grabs my snatch...Skotteybabe, be safe and we'll talk tomorrow...I have a manditory evacuation here so I may have to head out but I wanna try and stay with my house...who knows,,,just dont lemme run outta vodka and I'll be fine!

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Laughing..I got talking to this dude tonight at work and we talked for about 3 hours,I was like totally intrigued by him...and the way he talked sounded sooo familiar so I finally asked him where he was from ...well, he told me he was born and raised on Wildhorse Road in Chesterfield Missouri in West County and he moved here to Tarpan about a year ago.......I about died...I then said buh-bye to him and came home...so fuckin' ironic...just my luck..

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skipping my transfer student sample seminar class. i'm through with this orientation bullshit. i start my job today at noon, as the teacher's assistant in the printmaking studio. new day rising here in olympia, washington. the dog ate my sneaker last night, and cleo's sneaker this morning. i was tired of those shoes, anyhow.

I am sitting here wondering just how much I shd do to prep for the iminent big, fat, sloppy, wet kiss from Georges. The beach is a 15 min. drive from my little corner of Sarasota/& I am thankfully not in in a low-lying area where flooding is a threat. But there's a sliding glass door that leads to the balcony outside my computer room. I don't have any blinds up yet/so even if I put tape across it/it won't do a thing to stop the water from wrecking my computer if the glass breaks. The only rooms in this place with no windows are the bathrooms. Will my computer & tower & printer & disks all fit in one of those tiny little bathrooms...?

Hope you & yours are in Tarpan all come thru it okay, Dani.

agrivated and tired of sitting inside all day. I have been stuck inside due to rain and nowhere to go. Russell has been getting into everything imaginable. Now he is in bed and I am ready for bed. I am tired.

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sitting here at my ex's house in kauai, recovering from an exceptionally stressful week at work. i don't know how you folks cope in the hustle and bustle of the real world.

lately i've been worrying about my feelings for God. i decided months ago to rehabilitate my emotions. in essence, i've been trying desperately to fall out of love with him. to concentrate on the friendship rather than my desires. to explore more realistic possibilities with men who are not already in long-term committed relationships.

it's only been a short while but so far it's not working. this love, i fear, is beyond rehabilitation. and the closer i examine it, the more i realize it isn't even about desire. how many stories have i heard about the people who just know when it's the right one? when it happens, you'll know, they say. well, i do know. i knew i loved him a lifetimes before this. and everyone else makes me feel nothing but nausea. literally sick to my stomach.

he is the one. and yet not. that's the reality that i have to deal with. i have to keep trying to find a way beyond it so that i can carry on. so that i can, perhaps someday, be satisfied with an alternative. but as it stands right now, i can barely think of anything else. i just feel more and more love and more and more lost, and i'm afraid that even if i can acheive some kind of rehabilitation, that i'll never truly be over it.

that would really suck.

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sitting here at my ex's house in kauai, recovering from an exceptionally stressful week at work. i don't know how you folks cope in the hustle and bustle of the real world.

lately i've been worrying about my feelings for God. i decided months ago to rehabilitate my emotions. in essence, i've been trying desperately to fall out of love with him. to concentrate on the friendship rather than my desires. to explore more realistic possibilities with men who are not already in long-term committed relationships.

it's only been a short while but so far it's not working. this love, i fear, is beyond rehabilitation. and the closer i examine it, the more i realize it isn't even about desire. how many stories have i heard about the people who just know when it's the right one? when it happens, you'll know, they say. well, i do know. i knew i loved him a lifetimes before this. and everyone else makes me feel nothing but nausea. literally sick to my stomach.

he is the one. and yet not. that's the reality that i have to deal with. i have to keep trying to find a way beyond it so that i can carry on. so that i can, perhaps someday, be satisfied with an alternative. but as it stands right now, i can barely think of anything else. i just feel more and more love and more and more lost, and i'm afraid that even if i can acheive some kind of rehabilitation, that i'll never truly be over it.

that would really suck.

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God bless you, Sarah.

Happy to see the sun shining today. All the rain and wind is gone. Lots of tree branches and a few flooded streets to deal with but nothing major at all. I feel bad the folks in Key West today though. I woke up this morning and went online to a newspaper I used to read everyday when I Iived in Middletown, New York. I started reading an article about a police officer that shot and killed his wife, 7 year old daughter, 5 year old son and then himself. I kept saying to myself that it couldnt be my girlfriend Leeann from Middletown...couldnt be little Ashley that spent so many nights at my house with my daughter...couldnt be little Shane that always ran around my house doing Power Ranger kicks..couldnt be Patrick that I always praised for being such a great father and loving his kids so much....sure as shit..it was them. My friend Michelle called me as I was reading the article and told me. What makes me the saddest is that Ashley made a 911 call. What she must have went through before she died is unthinkable. Patrick was a NYC police officer for 13 years. Washington Heights....37th precinct I think. He used to tell us all about the times he would have to walk into an apartment and find this same exact situation. Makes me wonder what in Gods name could make a man snap like that. Thats life I guess...ya just never know.
And thank you R.C. for your concern yesterday.

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THE EYE OF GEORGES
6:30 a.m., data panic in the year zero
calm before the storm, just sending this note to all to say may the divine one
bless all, and hopefully all will be ok.
yesterday was well's proverbial"route of humanity", 80 mile traffic jam, guns &
ammo selling hand over fist, old ladies fist fighting over the last package of
D batteries in the store, others realizing that they'd waited too long to make
preperations, lotta scared people. Was really weird , getting a warning of
amageddon.
will try to be online in a little bit and will remain on line until the power
goes,
will see everyone on the other side./
love,
duval & co.

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Foaming ay the mouth because I still cannot access the message boards. Wondering when I'll be let back in. Hey Mark... WHAT GIVES?

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eating potato chips with french onion dip, and wiping my greasy hands on the wrist rest. Also cooking an artichoke, which I will eat with mayonnaise. Fat orgy.

Why? Just a side effect of breaking down and going to the A & P to get light bulbs, when I'm tired and numb and resistance is down.

Prone to entering the twilight zone in grocery stores, just wandering from aisle to aisle in a Muzak induced trance, considering all the merchandise and fantasizing about, say, popping popcorn or using an orange squeezer... catching up on the Star, the Enquirer, fast butt tighteners, Liz as a blonde... re-filing the pignolia nuts that had wandered between the sea kelp and the Ener-C... waiting and waiting in the one non-express lane still open... penalized... they really don't want you to buy a whole cartful... you really don't need all that food... go home, make another trip next week...

What can I say, PJayboy? Mark just doesn't love us no more. Alas/we shall have to go forth in search of a new asylum to frequent/& hope against hope that some of our friends will visit us there. Becuz trying to kick this jones is mostdefinitely gettin' to be a drag!

Wait! Maybe if we both put on our ruby slippers (I have an extra pr./can you fit into an 8 med.?) & our prettiest frock/stand very still/close our eyes & click our heels together 3 times/then maybe/oh maybe we will magically be returned to our splendiferous home. Ready?

"There's no place like
Sorabji...
there's no place like
Sorabji...
there's no place like
Sorabji..."

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Lions & tigers & bears -- Oh MY!

Sorry Jimbabe cant get to the boards. If you and R.C. find another one, I'm THERE. I dont understand why guys cant get there and I can..

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24 hours and ten minutes away from freedom.

Not a good kind of freedom.

Most call it unemployment.

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Staring at the take-home question on my first college-level math test:

A rectangular box with a volume of 2 sqr(2) cubic feet has a square base the diagonal of the box is 1 ft longer than each side of the base.

if the base has sides of length x feet, show that

x^6-2x^5-x^4+8=0

I know I can do this, but it's not going to be pretty. Half the points depend on neatness. I'm doomed.

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slightly amused that someone has figured out how to upload pages into my webspace...

"to all the girls i used to fuck"????

this could only be the work of Crazy Joe.

mental note: kick the bastard in the kidneys until he starts pissing blood...

is this too extreme?

nah.

after all, i spent a good five to ten minutes making that website...

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If I had any self- esteem atall/I'd stop hanging 'round a place where I am, ahem, obviously not welcome by the owner. But I've been tossed out of better establishments than this!

Anyway, R.C. wanted to drop an addition to the "Last Book You Read" bbs here/for those of you who still read books. If you've got time to get thru 500+ pages/check out "Freedomland" by Richard Price (eventually to be coming to a theatre near you). Price also wrote "Clockers" (which left me cold/ but it got great reviews & a movie deal) & won an Oscar nom for the screenplay for 'The Color of Money' (which I dug a lot). The story is a take-off on the \link{http:// cgi.pathfinder.com/time/magazine/archive/1995/950717.crime.html}, Susan Smith murder case (let's see if I can still do this link thing) /but transplanted from S.C. to urban N.J. Pretty compelling stuff -- & the McGuffin is a muthafucker!

Okay Mark -- you win. I won't go away mad -- I'll just go away. But to whomever the AOL asshole was that caused you to lock out AOL's server -- a pox on yr house for 10 generations! You caused ALL of us to be exiled from one of the best sites on the Web/& if I EVER find out who you are/I'm gonna burn yr fuckin' house to ashes!

Uh, hey R.C...if I'm not mistaken, that asshole would be Martin...I aint one to gossip so you didnt hear that from me!!!!!!!

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what did martin do? he seemed nice enough... right now i am chewing frantically on my thumbnail. i just watched "raising arizona" on cable again. i love that movie. now i am signing off and going to read my book until i pass out with my glasses still on.

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Not knowing anything except for what she hears..I dont know nothing...dont wanna know nothing...could actually care less but thats what some little bird whispered in my ear...who knows...Going to bed!

Counting down the hours to unemployment.

Fucking annoyed, really.

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LOOKING BUSY AT WORK, NOT DOING A GOOD JOB

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corporate bathrooms are amazing.


fucking amazing.

Hoping that Mark isn't feeling too terribly old and single and childless, although after visiting with my much younger brother's infant son this past weekend, I can only say I concur.

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no no Dani....I believe it would be the D word and not the M word that is causing all the grief.

Can anyone say Bewitched?

Who is Martin anyway? God, its been a long time....let me back in. I'll be good, I promise.

perparing to go home, and not a moment too soon.

all you aol people, isn't there a mindspring near you? or something else...

i'm sorry, i'm totally ignorant of all the issues involved, i'm just annoyed. i'm annoyed at the annoying annoyances of others.

but it seems to me whenever there is this unexpected blocked access problem, those 3 little letters are involved in the thick of it.

Yup PetRockbabe, your right!!! Just got home from work and I'm going to bed early tonight..

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I played games way too long today. I needed my fix so I played Unreal and then a bloody game or three of quake against my fiends back home. My eyes won't focus on anything not in scanlines anymore, and I have the urge to blow everyone I see to bits. I'm afraid of what my dreams will be like tonight.

That math problem proved to be easy. It's done, and I have all week and some of next to do it. Sad, really. I got the highest score in the class on the test, and I don't even have the book. Damn. I thought college would be hard.

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Definately not Martin, guys. It is the D word. LOL @PetRock...

Oh, and R.C.... I could not fit my big toe in a size 8 shoe... I wear a 13... Don't know about the frock either... will a plaid robe do?