I kind of get carried away providing links to the crazies of the web while neglecting the genuinely cool people with interesting things to say.

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appy birthday to the musings. I changed the look on the front page a little out of respect for dynamicism on the web. I think it's a little more cohesive now. Unfortunately, there's an apparent bug in Photoshop's GIF 89 Export (or my understanding of it) and I wrestled with the various graphics for far longer than I expected. I once read somewhere that computers have done nothing for productivity in this country, and I believe it.

Talk about laughing out loud, check out Elly's Slice of Cyberpie today. That was the single most entertainment I've had from Elly in a month! It's entries like that which keep me coming back, sometimes several times a day! I even get a mention, as do the number of IP addresses at my disposal. If only she knew all the domains I have to work with, she'd surrender to my exalted status as net.demon! Unfortunately, she's almost made her pages completely insufferable now; they all (every last one of them) croak with the ersatz schmaltz of MIDI. Elly apparently missed that day in kindergarten when they taught the lesson on the beauty of restraint.

I kind of get carried away providing links to the crazies of the web while neglecting the genuinely cool people with interesting things to say. So I'd like to take this opportunity to hype a few recent internet friends.

• Turtle's Journal: My Head Talking-This is the guy who signed Elly's guestbook the other day and contributed to her hyperventilation in today's entry. A must see is his page of weird shit which is, overall, better than Yahoo as a starting point for surfing. But judging from its hit count, it doesn't need any help from me. In today's journal entry, a spammer's example death is equated with /dev/null. If you understand UNIX you'll find that hilarious (sorry all you non-geeks in the audience).

• The Mayor of Bethesda Avenue-Unfortunately Dcregistry.com only gives single pages to its users, so you won't find much here except some links and the dancing baby. But I like the dancing baby. The Mayor is a big fan of fishnets, spikes and other fine gothic apparel. He and a friend recently had a debate about whether Theresa Venesian was a force for good or evil (knowing her only through my pages) and concluded that she was delicious.

• Heinovision-Andrew, who lays out beautiful web pages while (among many other things) frankly discussing his masturbation habits, has joined with me on a few expeditions to taunt the Ladies of the Heart. The message du jour is a reliably excellent read.

• Down The Rubadub In A Terry Nutkins Stylee-There's nothing much here yet, but this is Rory's web page. He's just now teaching himself HTML and the only way to motivate him to make this site sparkle is to provide this ultra-soundesque link to its fetal development. So far, he's got a collection of links to extremely British subject matter. Hopefully his journal will get going soon and you'll get some stereoscopic vision on this crazy town!

When you're as subject to ridicule as Elly is, it's probably not a good idea to keep a guestbook unless you're extremely vigilant about cleaning it up. Elly maintains she will leave all the messages she gets in her guestbook as testimony to how horrible her opponents are. I find this doubtful, and have archived an image of her guestbook's front page to demonstrate why.


Unfortunately, his reputation and financial capacity for carrying his weight are both somewhat in doubt.

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n the evening, Matthew Hart, Leah, Rory, and the "organic-food-nazi couple" went fishing. I stayed at home and did what I could to collect rent from Deya. I hope Monster Boy helps her out this month. Unfortunately, his reputation and financial capacity for carrying his weight are both somewhat in doubt. I could easily see him arguing that since he's been sleeping with Ami Sage he shouldn't be required to pay rent this month. The problem with such logic is that he's been sleeping with Ami Sage for only a part of the month and only some of the time. The rest of the time he sleeps on a bed in our house. And his car is forever blocking Matthew's in the driveway.

Philogeny is recapitualting ontogeny and Nemo is already in the post-simian phase.

We watched an interesting documentary on the life of Andy Warhol. Andy impressed me most with his lack of conversational skills. In a way his vapidness reminded me of Dan Quayle. But there was also an ethereal mysteriousness that reminded me of Jessika. What an interesting hybrid!

I drank some Black Hook beers that were on sale at the JPA Fastmart. We hardly ever patronize that store even though it is so close. The prices there are just too exorbitant.

In the evening, Peggy and Zach showed up, followed shortly by Raphæl, Ana and Nemo along with an old Tandem School friend of everyone, Harmony. Nemo can stand unassisted on two legs these days. I was amazed the first time I saw him walk tonight. Philogeny is recapitualting ontogeny and Nemo is already in the post-simian phase. In a way, when a baby starts walking, it's a little miracle, somewhat along the lines of a cripple kissing the Black Virgin and tossing aside his crutches.

Leticia the Brazilian Girl was the last to arrive. Tonight is her last in Charlottesville; tomorrow she moves to New York City. And tomorrow some of us Kappa Mutha Fucka folks will be in New York City as well, on a trip to visit Diana the Redhead and her roommate Verge. It's doubtful I'll be able to update these musings on the road, and if I don't, I'll tell you all about things when we get back on Monday night.

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