Spying on the geese again. I think Lucy is just in it for the sex, she doesn't care for her eggs but won't let me near them. She has two ganders guarding her, and they are insanely vicious. I am near Yosemite National Park, so far from NY, yet you know all, well not ALL, about my flock of geese.

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Just got done seeing Garth Brooks and Kennedy (the MTV one) and Donna Shalala and the Oak Ridge Boys (eeeewwwww!) and Billy Moses and Wonder Woman Linda Carter and of course our fearless leader E. Dole....

I couldn't believe the screams of all the women for Garth....is he that hot? And all the limos in our parking lot...

and I couldn't believe what celebrity whores I work with...."I just GOTTA shake Garth Brooks hand!!!" but he probably never even listens to him.

But of course I'm guilty of dropping names of B-list celebs myself so who am I to judge?

being extremely jealous of anyone who gets to see Linda Carter in person...

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http://www.nytimes.com/library/national/043098internet-confess-text.html

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not believing my eyes::

confession

http://members.xoom.com/nycrobotica

Wondering if that's a brolly on Mark's desk.

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i'm checking out Rev. Xena's url and getting a file not found...

sigh...

the story of my life...

procrastinating.

cleaning up the *huge* mess i made before anyone notices... the account is sound and the clients will never know...

thank god ditch-digging is out of my immediate future...

looks like i can put that shovel away.

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No, Jim, that's not a brolly on his desk, he's just pleased to see you ;-)

Note to Huh? At the exact moment you were looking for my web site, I was ftp'ing files to the site. Try again!

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Note to Huh? At the exact moment you were looking for my web site, I was ftp'ing files to the site. Try again!

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being circumspect about what i confess to here after getting to the url, Xena, not yours but the one you posted, which for some reason the N. Y. Times was unable to cough up earlier (I think it has to recognize you as a member or something)

Noting that I did not post that url about the Confession published in the NYT, although I did read it, I must say. The frightening thing about the incident is that the perptrator of the fire's name was published in the paper. I know, I know, he was taking responsibility for his actions, but the repercussions of the posting may be long lasting, especially for the others around him. Did the NYT verify the identities? How did the paper find the correspondence? Is it legal or ethical to publish something like that? I highly doubt that this information, or that on mailing lists, is in the public domain. I hope that mailing lists, in the future, reserve the rights of the participants,.

For the record, this does not mean that I personally condone his actions---I am merely generalizing the ethincal issues to all participants in mailing lists.

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Noting that I did not post that url about the Confession published in the NYT, although I did read it, I must say. The frightening thing about the incident is that the perptrator of the fire's name was published in the paper. I know, I know, he was taking responsibility for his actions, but the repercussions of the posting may be long lasting, especially for the others around him. Did the NYT verify the identities? How did the paper find the correspondence? Is it legal or ethical to publish something like that? I highly doubt that this information, or that on mailing lists, is in the public domain. I hope that mailing lists, in the future, reserve the rights of the participants,.

For the record, this does not mean that I personally condone his actions---I am merely generalizing the ethincal issues to all participants in mailing lists.

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leaving to go get drunsk.

i'm very tired...it's 5 a.m here i'm jamming my eyes with the monitor

Feeling like I just got blessed by the Pope. Alexis Massie, the web goddess from www.kia.net/people, www.themonster.net, www.regarding.com In other words just about the most technologically hip person on the planet (aside from Mark Thomas)visited my site and put me in her recently visited links page with these comments: "MIDI Alert! MIDI Alert! But it's not bad. No, stop it. Really. It's not a bad one. Be nice. There's nothing inherantly wrong with MIDI, if it's done well. So, you know, cut him some slack and visit. Besides, there's a lot of good content in there, so I recommend it. ;)" I'll never clear my cache again! So, What am I doing? Well...um...I guess I'm bragging!!!

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Wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month!

All the fiends be lovin' us fool cuz we got them rocks fer them pipes.

What you need we got weed...

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Okay. Another month has gone by. Great. Maybe this one will be good. Maybe all those fucked up things that happened last month just wont happen. Maybe I will get that job, maybe I will get my car.

That is alot of maybe's..

Maybe pigs will fly out of my ass too..

Your office looks kinda empty..

Greeting's from DC..

Life sucks, then you goto hell.

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listening to records. talking t someone. paul: no offense, but if thats all the praise you live for than your sites are set pretty low. of course icant hear you midi in lynx. good night

I want this to stay up for more than ten seconds...

OKAY!?

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granting a wish

suggesting to Xena that a board would be a better place to continue talking about the man who murdered and confessed on the internet, and search NYT by his name to find the rest of the article (he was arrested).

Meeting someone on line who knows someone I do and it's just plain weird!!!

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working til the sun comes up.

enjoying watching dawn over ?Manhattan from her desk in grey old London and hoping to visit NYC for the first time this summer.

Greeting a fellow Washingtonian. Hello Freek! *extends hand and shakes firmly*

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Giggling at Jimbabe...did you say, uh, FIRM? LOL

trying to track down his yahama psr-620... dammit...

double-d mailed my baby out from seattle almost three weeks ago and she *still* hasn't shown up... i'm starting to worry... playing that keyboard is one of the few things that gives me serenity in this life... not to mention that if it goes MIA, i'm out $850 worth of equipment... already lost my bass... damn... it's looking like i'm gonna have to fly back out to seattle and take care of the rest of my shit before he tries to mail anything else...

i'm envisioning some guy in a village in Papau New Guinea banging out tribal rhythms on *my* keyboard right now as i write this...

damn...

i need to get on a plane... by next week he'll be making web-pages on my powermac.

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I'm sitting in my own little hell: high school.

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noticing i aquired a new bruise last night. I have a bunch and I don't remember any of them.

(I don't -think- I'm a blackout drunk.)

My brother is getting married at 12:30 EST by a JP in a courthouse on the marine base in quantico, VA.

welcoming nate to the wonderful world of the blackout-buzz...

next time you pick up a drink, make sure you're wearing protective gear.

scared... waiting for the bees to find me...locked away in my room with the kitty.. trying to hide from the swarm that made its way into the house..and they are very angry now that they can't get out.. i wonder if roach spray would work or just make them more mad..but they keep comming in and one went down my shirt as i tried to open windows to let 'em out..so i give up...

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wondering what would happen if bees got into a computer.

you know, it's kind of hive-like in a way...

Telling Nellie "How do you know that the bees aren't in there already?"

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drinking a beer...watching the baby kitties learn how to walk without tripping over their massive feet. : )

sitting here with my hair in briads, still in my sweats and a t-shirt, being a bum until this freakin cold goes away, waiting for my boyfriend to call me back so I know what time to expect him here, working on all the bios for the homepage I'm in charge of, planning a get together for a bunch of friends for next weekend, thinking about finding something to eat, since the most I've had in the 3, 4 days I've been sick is a little bowl of rice-a-roni (which i couldnt even taste), listening to the tv in the background talk about the rise on bank heists these days, looking over to see my cat rolling around on the carpet in the one little patch of sunlight that has found its way in through the skylight, thinking I'll go take a hot steamy shower to try and clear out my sinuses and allow me to breathe again...

Nothing much.

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going back to work... as always...

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wondering why aol exists.

Gladly...,

nice hair cut...,

feel so good.

HI MARK I'm sitting here smoking listening to rush limbaugh and drinking my hot tea

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watching A&E about Patsy Cline and thinking I should just get off this thing and hit the rack. Meed to get my beaury sleep. Walk in peace and love.

Admiring Mark's new haircut. And laughing at the shirts he has hanging out of his chest-of-drawers. Ah, the Bedcam -- gotta love it! Someday Sorabji, that Bedcam is gonna land you on Letterman...

smoking...

still together...

pleased.

wondering who "really" likes Celine Dion

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listening to my Titanic CD and thinking how much I realy like Celine Dion *grin* Heh, no really though, thats what I'm doing. Course I would rather be in the other room, playing a few nighttime games w/my boyfriend... however he's seemed to have fallen asleep. (as usual) So it goes. And once again, here I am... online, at 2:20am. Hard to sleep with this cold anyway. Breathing being essential and all.

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Pondering CarrieAnn's quandry. If I had a boyfriend asleep in my bed, I would STILL play night games with him.

*naughty grin*

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enjoying the heavenly glow comming from the office... or maybe it's just aliens

Marco V. is smoking some weed and thinking he's John Travolta in Texas.

looking at a black box where the bedcam should be mark you should leave a light on man. course that might get you into trouble with the internet police ha, ha. carrieann hope your cold goes away and you get better. Reading piers anthonys "Castle Roogna" for about the 50th time as well as some of my other favorite books. Vampires make the night last as long as possible and I don't have to work tomorrow YEA!

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congenital.

whoops no space.

goddamn. somebody hit me.

uhnph!

stand back.

pulling off my boots and a bigger pull on my beer. Funny how a beer tastes so much better after a LONG day at work........

pulling off my boots and a bigger pull on my beer. Funny how a beer tastes so much better after a LONG day at work........

Lips quivering, teardrop running down the side of my lil cute face... ohhh, Where is Mini Mouse!?!?

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talking with some real nice boys.

about to sleep.

I want to drive a big car into the world.

I have coin for Judas. There is something in this that I have missed. I have 8 bricks.

None of this makes sense anymore. I think I missed my chance.

Goodnight.

keeping my mental glock on cock...

and waiting for you to come pull my trigger.

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wondering if blindswine sustained a head injury.

glocks have a reputation of shooting their careless owners in the theigh.

someone is under representing.

f a l l i n g a s l e e p

fighting off a mean case of the "running-gun" blues...

i'm feeling strangely drawn to new orleans right now... like i wanna buy an old beaten-up gibson guitar and a matte-black '67 cadillac convertible to go with it... i wanna wait until midnight and then tear out of NYC with a backseat full of whiskey, beer and cigarettes...

i wanna find some snot-nosed little frat-boy, beat the trust-fund out of him and use that liberated capital to set sail back to Goa... back to $.25 tuna steaks and easy-going young, nubile women vacationing on the arabian sea...

yeah, i wanna do all sorts of shit. but what i'm going to do is sit here, keep these accounts in order, and assume my position as a responsible adult...

why?

because i've reached the age of reason.

pfffft...

i can't even type that and keep a straight face at the same time...

i wonder what the weather in louisiana is like this time of year...

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fixing to go back to work....

wondering if there really is a way to meet someone who will make me happy...

i only want a guy who can sing the male part to Berlin's "Sex" it isn't that hard of a part....but all the guys i know are like "the 80's sucked!"

~sigh~ can a princes never be satisfied?

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Back to what I was doing when I first learned of this place......waiting for the time to come to go to the airport.... .boy a lot of "to's" in there. *grin* Wondering when Mark will write another story. Can't bear to go read them all over again ... Ok..maybe I can.

Hmmmm. I just took a look at the found crap. Mark? Do you live with a woman? And if the answer is no, I'm just curious as to what the final results of your PAP smear was? *grin* Teasing..... Did anyone else wonder the same thing?

looking at all of the houses that i can't afford to buy on the internet. in olympia, washington. my new home in three months. i just want a yard big enough that my dog won't be barking barking barking all the time at the kids that bang on the fence all day long in the summ summ summertime. hmmm.

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Packing my bags and heading the the Big Apple! After months of careful study, I've finally calculated the location of Marks office. I now plan on climbing the outside wall of his building, pressing my face up to his office window and making funny faces in front of his WebCam.

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grim.

"For a deliverable from a two-week project for five people this leaves something to be desired."

So much for my managerial skills. So what now? Coffee until dawn and get the project to spec? Explain to the prof that it wasn't a project for five people, it was a project for me because I don't have the simple ability to trust my fellow human to do anything right? Load up my backpack with 30-06 rounds, grab the rifle, climb to a high spot on campus and wait until morning? (I noticed when I got here that we don't have a decent central tower on campus. My scope isn't good enough to 'plink' from the mountainside. Sheeeit.)

Mmmm this coffee is good. I'm such a fucking pussy.

and i know the male part to that damn berlin song. i just won't sing it for anyone anymore.

and why the hell am i still online?

I'm back. San Antonio is incredible. Truly wonderful. I'm so tired. I refuse to find out what everyone said for the five days that I was gone. That information will simply pass my by. I'm going to bed now. I'm going to dream of the wonderful people I met.

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Better than any alarm clock, which I tend to sleep through as often as not, this morning I awoke to the sounds of the cat throwing up a hairball. Actually I should say I bolted from the bed, as I always do, in a vain attempt to locate the cat and thrust something under his heaving self to catch the latest assault to my carpet. Damn, missed again. Only one foot to the south or to the west and he would have hit bare floor. But no, my cat has the rare instinctual ability to always manage to find a piece of rug to soil.

(Oh, and the name of Mark's movie was Dear God....)

Agreeing with PetRock 100%. There is nothing more wretched and "alarming" than the hair ball thing. *Blech* The bad thing about my cat is, even if I do manage to race to her in time to shove something under her chin, she always manages to turn away and cough it up where I did not place the stain preventor. That damned little striped bitch! LOL

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PJ and Pet Rock are right. There is nothing more disconcerting than having kitty cough up a furball on the carpet. All this makes me wonder---your kitties are having furballs, my kitties are having furballs, the carpet is having furballs, and even I (ack!) had a furball about two weeks ago. A sure sign of spring!

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vowing to be a better human being--

to genuinely smile at strangers, to do my best to help the needy, to work at becoming a positive force in my community, a role model for the young and old alike, a shining example of altruism in a seemingly dark and selfish wold...

nah...

fuck all that.

Still packing for the big move to Florida...9 more days to go. Cant wait to just get there and un-pack and get situated. Aint seen the fuckin' sun here in NY for DAYS...cloudy and rainy and still cool temps...I used to have a problem with my striped bitch of a cat hacking up hair balls all over the place and the Vet told me to put a tablespoon of Vegetable oil in her food twice a week and I did and now she only hacks fur up maybe once every 6 months...It was either give her the damn vegetable oil or pull her fuckin' tongue out...luckily for her, the oil did the trick.

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vowing to be a better cat owner type human being --

thanks for the advice Dani....I had some non-presciption medicine for the cats but it seemed to cause more hairballs than it prevented, so I haven't been using it lately.

The sound of a cat yakking at 4 or 5 in the a.m. just cuts right through me, no matter how tired I am or how deep my sleep is....you've never seen me move so fast as when I try to prevent the fur from hitting the fan, er...I mean rug.

Now if I could only find a way to stop the couch shredding....

devoid of cat problems.

Ever since be buried the cat in the backyard we have had neither shredded furniture nor hairball.

Food bills went way down, too, and the litter box seems never in need of a cleaning!

tip: if you're fond of petting your cat, leave the head unburied.

Wondering if Nates pussy drooled when you pet it??

Saying HI to mark...

"Hi, mark"

Have a cool day everyone.

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I'm enjoying the payphone-ness, I myslef have added many, under the 914 area code, though under 3 different names, but all have the same e-mail.

rargh!

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trying to squeeze blood from a rock. finding they don't bleed....maybe we should just fire everyone...and hire fucking robots...jesus...

sorry...just a tad bit of frustration...now off to tell the boss rocks don't bleed...

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wondering if Dani's...

nah...

that's too easy.

besides,

i'm pretty sure i already know the answer.

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Probably gonna be sorry for this but what was it you were wondering there Blindswine?

Salivating and looking forward to a new Malaysian restaurant on Buford Highway. Trying to make it productively through that last half hour of work but you know, sometimes you just have to take a little sorabji break. waiting for the current pic of Mark Thomas, which is not unflattering but emphasizes a certain neurotic quality of the light, to change to something else. Waiting for my report to download. Listening to the hum of the air conditioner and the the relatively pleasing rhythms of a Canon BJ-80 printer. Feeling thankful to something somehow.

Sitting in front of my Pac Bell listening to Cusco and trying desperatly to keep from being bored. And searching for interesting home pages to visit.

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Trying to convince myself that studying or a Sociology finl is a good thing, but playing on the computer all night is bad....AND listening to people leave an election party next door where the candidate lost...no wait...new thought...wondering how much my final grade will lower if i screw the exam and call payphones instead...

-Shaker Heights, Ohio

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