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.

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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,

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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.......

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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Watching Russian game shows

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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."

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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.

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damn I said UAH twice.

Damn.

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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.

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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.

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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 [email protected] 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...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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...

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yawning

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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"

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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.

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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.

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Subject: pez truck...
Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 13:07:53 EST
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]

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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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

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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.

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Tell us how YOU DO.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.

m'muh....WHUUH! !HUUH!


the visions... pigs...pipes...strange lights in the sky...

is that a giant fist hurtling across the stratosphere?

Has teh Janor Device been UNLEASHED?

Please, take this tube out my arm.

telling Sarah: "It's not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for chocolate. Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man." Miranda Ingram

but can't i have both?

for the first time in years I'm looking forward to February 14th.

i think something really good happened to me tonight.


i think i might get the chocolate after all. not on monday, but with any luck, it won't be too far away.


but i'm not dumb. i mean, i won't hope for flowers or anything. no no. just chocolate. i can't really ask for much more.

Crying.

Charles Schultz died last night.

Today marks the publication of his last original Peanuts strip.

I won't read the paper until later. And I will save today's Peanuts & frame it.

Losing the strip was bad enuf. I knew he was battling cancer & having vision problems. But I never really thought he wd die.

Yet it seems strangely right that he passed away on this day.

But I'm still so sad...

(Sorry -- I know his name doesn't have a 't'. But I can't type & cry & blow my nose all at the same time.)

I know what that strange light in the sky was last night - That Was Screamin' Jay Hawkins, one of the best of the outrageous. Yet another saint for the abnormal takes his place at Eris' side...RIP.

Oh, RIP Charles Schulz.

And Tom Landry too, I suppose.

Celebrity deaths in Threes? or is it 5s?

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