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This fucking-ass computer is a fucking-ass piece of goddamn fucking-ass crap.

Every time I type out something really long it freezes just before I hit "send".

What the fuck was I saying?

Oh. Andrew's sister, Asti, emailed me today. She found this page. I had to explain to her who Dave was. That was surreal.
I'd say Asti is the closest thing I have to an older sister, but I have so many adopted older sisters that I'll just call her family. She's known Kirsten and me since we were incubator frogs.

If Gina and Linn aren't going to update their blogs ever, and I know they don't read this one, perhaps I'll change their blogs into amusing renderings of what they might look like naked.

Also. I'm very much enjoying the "Why I Should Be Jealous of YOU" wars between Goose and Goose's Matt. I can settle it all by saying that I'm jealous of BOTH of you.

My back itches.

Finally, I'll leave off with something from _The Importance of Being Earnest_, which I read in the bath tonight, that I find very much describes Usenet, and particularly any newsgroup that I participate in:

Jack:I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left.

Algernon: We have.

Jack: I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about?

Algernon: The fools? Oh, about the clever people, of course.

Jack: What fools!

You said it, Oscar.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:12 AM | shower me with attention