investigators are saying that my son was murdered, they;re not saying how, theyr'e asking for the publics' help in this, 1-800-777-TIPS, chanrged with killing an elderly man, his throat was slashed, he may have killed Olga Schwab as well, a murder in the bronx, 4 year old boy's mother was strangld, if you have nay information call 1-800-999-tips, suspected of beating and hacking his children to death, looking for evidence, even after mocing to vancouver last month, the 49 year old real estate executive, his mother last saw her sons alive on west 4th street with a hatchet like tool, she can carely comprehend what is happening, they flew in from poland and risk losing their apartment on the fashionable south end, my impression is that she is doing really bad, i wish we could come together for her boys, near the funeral home and church by st. gerald's church, donations may be sent to the richard and john schott fund, ulysses, alabama.

nope nope nope...

I killed Olga Schwab - and I'd do it again.

She stole my man.





Bitch

is fool!

And R.C. is glad her favorite fool is back!

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Pull up a chair & light up a spliff, mon! So where ya been keepin' yaself?

very suddenly an aunt.

still stunned that my sister-in-law could keep such a thing a secret but strangely moved by it. we'll see them this weekend for the first time and will no doubt fall instantly in love with little May.


wow. a niece.

wondering when all this political correctness bull shit is going to be over with. I refer to the recent flap here in D.C. over the resignation of one of Mayor Williams' highest ranking officials over the ignorantly assumed racial slur "niggardly."

If any of you have access to today's Washington Times, READ the Metropolitan Times article by Tom Knott.

All I have to say is, "Bravo, Tom, Bravo!"

I might just have to scan this later today and upload it for all to see.

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wondering how Chordata knows how cold an eskimo's ass is...wiat, never mind.

So what is cold in Cali? I heard that if it gets below 50, Californians start popping out of existence.

15 ft of snowfall and counting...

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wondering how Chordata knows how cold an eskimo's ass is...wait, never mind.

So what is cold in Cali? I heard that if it gets below 50, Californians start popping out of existence.

15 ft of snowfall and counting...

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AHHHHHH!!! I'm missing New York City is what I'm doing. Survived there for three weeks and now am sitting back in a cold room. At least it's snowing...

Missed this place, though. Good to see Kelsey and R.C. are still checking in. Hi guys!

hey, it is fucking cold here in california. i had frost on my windshield this morning. and i'm not talking about the kind of frost you can just turn on your wipers and get rid of, either. It was hard, thick FOUR OR FIVE MINUTES WITH THE DEFROSTER ON BEFORE MY WIPERS WOULD MOVE THE DAMN ICE frost.

And my bare arms... let me tell you, all the hair was standing up. And my fingers... they still feel kind of cold even though i've been inside for ten minutes.

it must be 45 out there.

and the snow! it's still on the mountains! i can see it! it's so fucking wierd!

hi, alyssa!

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Hi Kelsey! When's the new site coming? I miss Agatha Frye's.

Nate, 45 is warm in the Northeast! When I was living in Vermont I had friends who wore shorts when it turned 50. Frost is better than the treacherous obstacle course outside. Ice everywhere...but no worries because global warming will take care of it all soon...

is chuckling.

A fellow grad student here from st. Croix tormented us with pictures of the beach in front of his house at xmas. I just have to think " Revenge will be ours when St. Croix is swallowed by the ocean and we have Palm trees in Upper Michigan!"

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is chuckling.

A fellow grad student here from st. Croix tormented us with pictures of the beach in front of his house at xmas. I just have to think " Revenge will be ours when St. Croix is swallowed by the ocean and we have Palm trees in Upper Michigan!"

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wasting the last hour of his work week on the 'net.

really wishing she could join her lezbolover for a drink of bud.. lol... Damn.. those be the days..


G'night everyone.. Sweet dreams..

BTW.. WB Rock.. hehe

All da love Danigirl

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missing the
Mumia Abu-Jamal Benefit Concert
featuring:
Mos Def, Talib Kweli
Rage Against the Machine
and
The Beastie Boys

where the hell was i when tickets were on sale?

being ripped off

just hanging up the phone on AT&T. It seems like I've spent the last week on the phone yelling at them as they lied to me like the dogs they are.

God, it's been ages since I've been here. Played hookey from work yesterday, went out of town last weekend, been stressing out about the same old (girlfriend) things and trying to sort out a new job and leave the liquor and soda advertising to someone else. I'm sick of reverse commuting from nyc to conneticut where I have to deal with the insanely mediocre and mundane on a daily basis. They're not even unbalance in interesting ways, even their personal problems are boring me.
Blindswine- I can totally relate to your gear fetish. I haven't seen the CS2X specs but it makes my mouth water to think about it. I have the CS1X and 2 years on i'm still loving it (even though i'm secretly pining for a nord lead). Of course I have no $$ to spend on gear as I've just sunk it all in a motu 2408 and yamaha 01v. I'm sure you can imagine how long that'll take to pay off, but it's worth it. That is, I think it would be, if my relationship didn't take up so much damn time and energy that I could get to use the stuff. A friend of mine told me that playing music and having a girlfriend were totally incompatible. I'm not sure I believe that, but another friend told me it took him 2 years to get his wife to the place where she'd let him do his work in peace. (note - this is not girl bashing... it's relationship bashing! C'mon, everybody join in !) He told me he had to 'train her'. Who wants to be in a relationship where you have to do that. (don't answer that you Vault loving fools.)

Sarah - beware of pill prescribing doctors. Maybe my K experience wasn't so good for me, but having gone out with someone before and after she was put on Paxil, I can assure you that nothing was solved with that drug. Maybe it works for some, but man, it did scary things to my ex.
Actually, I think my ex may have just been scary to begin with, but beware of little pink pills...
Maybe you should try some sushi therapy. Just go to your nearest japanese restaurant and gorge (don't forget the sake). I assure you it's cheaper than the paxil. And it'll probably make you feel better too.

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agreeing with billy.

sushi is good therapy. even when you don't need therapy.

relationships get in the way of the mind.

Moving out finally.. but regressing back to living with the parents until I move to San Fran. At least I can save up money.

The old roommate has decide to go to al-anon with his boss, who is like a father to him.. really great guy. The roomies not an alcoholic, never had a drink, but he is the son of one and exhibits the behavior. It took me moving out and going crazy for him to do it, but at least he's doing it.

Still a bit nervous that moving may not be the right thing.. but yet I know staying is the wrong thing.. no choice I guess

But! BUT! i get to fly in the archer tonight finally.. she's a beauty, can't wait for my time in her... Focusing on flying can always make a sad day seem better. :)

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wanting Billy to sell me his yamaha CS1x.

i called up Sam Ash and those bastards changed their story on me. apparently the CS2x is being released in Europe this weekend.
damned eurowankers.
they'll just use that beautiful little blue baby to crank out more mind-numbing techno slop.

okay, so maybe i'm just jealous.

anyway, the horrible reality of the situation is that there is no set release date for the U.S. and the way the guy at Sam Ash made it sound, waiting for the CS2x may be a lot like waiting for Godot.

i aint got no time to wait for that bastard.

so it looks like i'll be taking my money and buying a CS1x this weekend.
even if the action on the keyboard is a bit flaccid, the arpeggiator isn't translated through midi, and you can only choose one performance voice at a time.

it just doesn't matter.

i want the blue box.

I NEED THAT MACHINE, DAMMIT!!!

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i'm going to order an HS Aurigan Herm Sprenger Weymouth short shank eggbutt Cyprium-90 to go with my bradoon

you go right ahead and buy that flaccid thing, swine

don't do it...

I love my cs1x but I wish the arpgeggiator sent midi data. or that it had the cool sounds of the jp8000 or 8080 or nord. it's very fun. and the knobs are cool and assignable. but don't do it!! You must wait. Otherwise you will not stop suffering after the cs2x comes out. when i got my cs1x i spent time pining away for the an1x.
don't get me wrong, i love my cs1x. But i wouldn't mind upgrading it. plus, don't buy it at sam ash, they charge way too much. i think they have it at $599. you should try thoroughbred music (mail order) or maybe musician's friend. or at least go next door to manny's. they're not as obnoxious over there. sam ash if full of lying, thieving bastards!

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don't listen, swine.

run right out and get that thing and stay home a play with it while billy goes to atlantic city with the TSCG

i mean the GTCG

GTCG??

I MUST HAVE THE MACHINE!!!!

DAMN YOU!!!

DAMN YOU AND YOUR ESTROGENICAL TYRANNY!!!!!

I MUST HAVE THE MACHINE!!!!

THE BLUE BOX *WILL* BE MINE!!!!!!

I'm in work. I'm finished for the week. My friend who works at this company (I got her the job) is dying for me to go for a drink. She works a lot more than me and rarely leaves at a sane hour. I'm having a saporro and eating some strange Korean snack food. I'm in Manhattan. I'm from a different country and I'm delighted with my wonderful life. I"m also gonna finish moving into my big basement this weekend and go to dinner (again) with my girl's dad, who is a good guy, and I really wanna get hammered tonight. I feel like celebrating the end of January. Such a nasty month. The month of ill-fitting clothes, no money, no advertising sales (!) and no sunshine.

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wondering what ever happened to Icedoll...

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slowly pulling myself together and realizing that spending $550 on a CS1x only to turn around in a month or two to drop $800 on a CS2x makes absolutely no sense.

dammit.

stuck with that psr300m for another 8 weeks...

i'll just have to wait it out and find something else to do in the meantime...

macrame?
basket weaving?
head-shrinking?

maybe stake out billy and liberate his gear when's he not home...

sounds like a plan.

hey billy,
welcome to mr. swine's neighborhood.

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. . . sick. It makes me miserable that I have this time on my hands (home from work) and no energy to take advantage of it. Shit. If I'm going to be miserable I might as well be miserable at work and at least get paid for it. We ought to get "well days" for those days when you are just too damn happy & energetic to go into work. I want to call my boss from atop my dirtbike from the side of a far off trail and explain that I would be useless today at my desk. . I'm too WELL!
Sickness sucks.

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Pondering the techno jargon btwn Nate & Swine abt home studio equipment. And telling Swine to wait. Good things come to those who wait. Even if you spend more for them later/at least you got the goodies.

And telling Chris it's called "taking a Mental Health Day." You call in sich when you're really not/to prevent yrself from getting truly sick & tired of the Corporate Drone routine. An now one is any the wiser...

Thinking I'd better go & wash the dinner dishes before 'Homicide' starts.

I Like Your Site!

Try sending your WebCam out with this new technology, the PureCaster @ http://www.purebroadcasting.com You'll love it!! (It has a FREE Trial)

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WISHING SORABJI THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TODAY.

MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE.

and thank you for the gifts you give us every day.

happy birthday, mark.
you old pervert.

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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
YOUR
MARKNESS!

We love you
& miss you round these parts!

And I hope you get all yr heart desires on this special day.

Thanks for giving us such a wonderful place to congregate!

(Yr check is in the mail)

cam pic looks like lock ness toilet.

today is one big party.

definitely single now.

hold up...

sheila gets gifts
*everyday*????

what gives?

i can't even get that bastard to shell out the $10 he owes me...

anyway, happy 31st.

as my peoples back on the island would say,

"much respect."

i'll get at ya later.

swine, i consider it a gift to be able to reach out to you so easily and efficiently whenever i feel one of those tyrannical estrogenic hot flashes coming on and need someone to torture.

happy birthday, nectar podling. hope you have many more.

and stay warm.

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recovering from hanging
out with my ex for the
nite. Always interesting.

swine - I've locked
myself in a basement
somewhere in manhattan
and chained myself to my
equipment. Bring

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..Bring it on.

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just waking up.
it's a good thing i've got a local POP cuz it looks like i've been connected to my ISP all night long...

so much for the 30-minute inactivity disconnect.

i've gotta get up, put together the over-priced futon i bought yesterday, roll a fattie so i can have something to bait dreadhead out of the house and down to the Wiz to help pick up my 27inch idiotbox, then head into manhattan to drink beer and watch that game...

after the StuporBowl, when we're all boozed up and ready for a bit of the ultraV, we'll systematically bust through every basement in manhattan like some kind of brew-crazed tech-gear gestapo.

billy my friend, you can run but you can't hide...

and you can't run too fast with a cs1x strapped to your ass.

see you soon.

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just waking up.
it's a good thing i've got a local POP cuz it looks like i've been connected to my ISP all night long...

so much for the 30-minute inactivity disconnect.

i've gotta get up, put together the over-priced futon i bought yesterday, roll a fattie so i can have something to bait dreadhead out of the house and down to the Wiz to help pick up my 27inch idiotbox, then head into manhattan to drink beer and watch that game...

after the StuporBowl, when we're all boozed up and ready for a bit of the ultraV, we'll systematically bust through every basement in manhattan like some kind of brew-crazed tech-gear gestapo.

billy my friend, you can run but you can't hide...

and you can't run too fast with a cs1x strapped to your ass.

see you soon.

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loch ness toilet still in sights, cap'n.

blindswine, you ass, don't buy a fucking tv.

at least, not now. the season ends today. you won't need one for months.

shiiiiit.

i didn't buy the tv to watch football, numbnutz.

the television is for movies.

having a home theater system is pretty damn useless without something to watch the movies on.

don't make me hurt you...

shit. no time for violence. i gotta get outta here.

Damn...can I ever wish anyone a timely happy birthday? Happy 31st you crazy net-meister Mark!

trying like hell to be disengenuous and sincere.

well actually not, but i like that sentence.

happy birthday Mark, flush one for me

. . . still sick.
. . . thinking of organizing PWDGASATSB: People Who Don't Give a Shit About the Super Bowl. Who wants to be a founding father (founding mother)?

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remembering last night's car music. I don't even remember what was the name of the band. while sitting in my friends car, I suddenly freaked out, to her dismay. the sample of the song? it was a piece of "Metamorphisis 2", which sounded exactly like the recording that Mark made. with the sound bits and all.

happy birthday.

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the Super Bowl? isn't that a TV show about some kind of sports?

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The Stupid Bowl is finally OVER! Thank Goddess!

And there had better be a spanking NEW 'X-Files' episode next Sun. Or Else!

(Any news on how His Markness celebrated his big day?)

And a big shout-out to Alyssa - Hey! :)

disoriented, disengaged, and disturbed.

just got off the phone with my dad. he doesn't sound happy. that troubles me a lot. he sounded a bit unhappy this morning as well. i hate that. when i was talking to him just now on the phone, the cd player hit nina simone's rendition of "ooh ooh child". it was pretty dramatic. almost made me want to cry. my earliest memory is of my father rocking me in his arms and singing that song to me while nina sang in the background via the album "Here Comes The Sun"... released in 1971, the year of my birth.

the whole day was on the wack. met mark at applejacks, where i think they put bad mayonaisse on my pastrami. i've been choking back that unsettling "i'm gonna puke" feeling since we hit mcgee's. thought it was the flu, but now i'm thinking it was either bad mayonaisse, the "i'm a retired flight pilot who has a $18,000 monitor and makes $45 an hour playing games" guy, or maybe just having to hear mark flirting with the BBW. he's got a big nikon, by the way.

shit.
that was all pretty funny, actually.

but i need to go home and see mom and dad to make sure they're ok. at least for now. they're mortality bugs the hell out of me. the foundation they made is what gave me and my siblings the ability to be successful people in this world. today made me realize (once again) that you can't remedy unsettling feelings by drowning them out with margaritas and microbrew. that just makes you drunk and unsettled.

hell, i don't even know why i write this shit on these boards.
probably because it's there.
and anybody else i'd say this to would just give me advice.

i don't need advice.

i need sleep.

and serenity.

totally able to relate.

But you still can't have
my CS1X.

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getting a little cranky, and giving myself a lousy neck massage.

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, if possible, giggling ferociously over the Lochness Toilet. Oddly enough I thought about "Nessy" while entering the men's room at the bar where I was watching the farfromSuper Bowl.

I just can't get into the super bowl unless the Redskins are in it. And, friends, that ain't gonna happen anytime soon. Hell they can't even get an owner.

I straigned my back somehow yesterday. Two ways I can think of. I had a killer heap of clothes in the laundry basket. Also helped a friend move some boxes, some awkward in size. Went to take a Doan's back pill this morning and they expired in 9/97. So I threw them away. Damn. Took aspirin instead. That and the scalding shower I took relieved the pain long enough for me to be able to get dressed. But now it hurts like a bitch again. Damn. Fuck. Phoooooey.

And I was gonna go skating tonight. :-(

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working on my second cup of coffee, not knowing or caring who won the game. The blue moon is just beginning to set here. Last night it was so bright you could see everything in the forest.

I just turned my month-at-a-glance calendar over to february. It says here that Saturday is Waitangi Day. Anybody know what I'm s'posed to do to observe that? I better start planning the meal now, god knows how long it could take to locate a deli with good roast wallaby brisket.

Saturday I took an 8 year-old on a long hike. He got to see his first snowshoe hare, a fresh cougar kill, and a golden eagle that left him a very spiffy pile of wild turkey feathers for his collection.

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... agreeing with Jim: Hail to the Redskins.

swine. please dp not construe this as advice.

if you put mayonnaise on pastrami, you deserve whatever you get.

yes, we know. mark's huge nikon is legendary.

selling out

wasting time before the Graduate Student council metting...

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checking in before checking out.

putting up Pierre et Gilles prints up all over my cube as a ruthless ploy to get women into bed.

Sticking my finger into a mess of rice I just made in my cooker and realizing I didn't use nearly enough water.

I am surfing the web, sadly enough.

Once in this land of tangled morals and specialties, I found an odd corner of the web where I dared to write.

The letters were green on a stark black background.

A visitor among many. Like the rest, I was an outstretched arm straining to make contact with someone who moved me.

But this house is empty it seems. You have shut the door on us to rest in anonymity again. This I can understand. We are not breathing in your presence after all.

I searched the story archives, the bedcam, the new messages for a word.

We are, then, all of us, the spiders who have crept in through the walls here. We are the decomposers, or maybe the vegitation that seeps into the foundation, returning it to the earth.

Mark, it echoes here.

licking myself

reading off the list of ingredients for a can of pringles

Amazed that someone else has Waitangi Day on their calendar! The
person orientating me at my new job has it on her's. But I was too busy looking earnestly interested in the matter at hand to point it out.

(Must be some weird Canadian holiday. Will make discreet inquiries & report back tomorrow/if no one else offers up an asnwer before then. See -- where's Slacker when you really need him?)

Hoping Blindswine will get some rest/get on a plane this wknd & GO HOME! When kids sense there's something amiss w/the 'Rental Units/ we're always right. No matter how old a kid you are. The last time I got that weird vibe/ my Mom called me in Queens 3 days later to tell me Daddy had cancer. Which is how I ended up here in FL. Thank God/all is now well.)

Hope there are no misgivings abt the impending new family addition/etc. But go home & ask yr Dad yrself.

Say g'nite Six. And tell PJBoy it's far to cold to be skating in his pajamas!

watching television.

wishing people would get off mark's back about devoting time and energy to this web page. it's here, it's set up so that we can entertain ourselves on it. what do you people want? it's not his responsibility to entertain us.

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I am posting a message with d00d in it, because this is a bbs. WaReZ!!! Where are all of the demonic handles? Where is the pirated software? Where is Tanu-Tuva, a nickel if you know... Oh my God! I almost forgot the sideways smiley face

:) <-- there it is. an icon. I bet you could make a gun out of these
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at least I can.

I'm browsing the web once again as sleep sometimes forgets me. I would like to sleep. Drinking to sleep is a poor idea, and those stupid melatonin pills do nothing. If I could find the copy of Candide the library gave away, then I'd be reading instead of whining like this...

wondering why anyone would want to make a gun out of dOOdy?

getting started on the traditional Groundhog Day festival fixin's.

my favorite holiday, spoiled last year by my venture into the restaurant business in partnership with the chicken-killing nazi.

this year promises so much more. the geese are already in mating mode, the ducks are laying eggs, well, dropping them in odd places, and Hoover had his ear quilted to stop the hemetoma.

happy Groundhog Day, PSB....

slacking off, of course.

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sheila, stella had a hematoma in her ear, too. now she has one floppy ear and one that pricks straight up. it's kind of cute.

one of my stickbugs molted. my cat pissed in the house again after not doing it for three plus weeks. looks like it's just going to be another bad habit. this house is all about bad habits.

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seriously considering the moral and spiritual implications - as weighed against the more temporal practicality - of curling up on my pillow and taking a nap.

oh what a crock!

anyone who has ever met a cat knows this is fabricated.

moral implications? pleeeeeez.

not from a cat. it would be degrading if it were not impossible.

felidae have a behavioral imperative which does not include morality.

they are bred and born with the equivalent of Piss On It deeply etched in their unconscious.

looking at this site and watching it rain outside. seemed appropriate.

but we do have a wicked sense of humor, sheila.