serendipity

I have long pants, I wear long pants. I'm a long pants man, long pants, long pants! /homestar

I miss the rain. Send me some and I'll send you some California sunshine. Deal?

awww i like your doggy too!

your posting the address for the picture viewer, not the picture itself, if you follow the instructions that Fatality posted at the top you shouldnt go wrong, just make sure you get the url from the properties box that opens and not the address bar of your net browser

cute dog as well

well congrats on the job...I am still trying to figure out my situation before I try to get a new one...I've been working where I'm at for almost 4 years...hard to believe...anyhow I missed the shows too...I am super poor...I'm eating pixie sticks for lunch...no breakfast either...this is lame...anyhow I think I have your email still...& i thought I might throw an invite there sometime...

p.s. you've just reminded of a song by the Coup when I was looking at your faves... I can't remember the name, but the song starts out as rich people who claim they can impersonate rappers... Big Cats, Bigga Fish maybe? I loved that fucking tape, I need to find that again.

You definitely DO NOT look like a hooker, although your doggie may look like a kangaroo while tearing up a Pabst box. Oh and sweatpants are a turn on you know.

I know the feeling. Some of the things I've done (and sometimes not remember) still make me cringe, years later. Of course, there are some of those things that make me laugh my ass off. If you know the feeling.

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For years I called dragonflies "witch doctors" for the very same reason.

i'm starting to like pits actually. the small ones, mind you, but still.

anyway, i think we should replace missy and sean with robots so that you can have a new set. yes? I'll get right on building it.

But are you going to call?, and our
we ever going to get more than a
sentence or two out of you at one
time?

they are nice sentences, don't get
me wrong, and I am shaken badly
by the loss of who I thought was a
real friend, so god knows I need
contact with other caring human beings
(see most recent journal) right now.

but simply, like real friends do, stop
being silly shy, and let's talk on the
phone. I'm at 510 644 0321, and I
am rarely not here in the evenings.
You may have to leave a message with
this mechanical women, as I am in the
next room on this computer usually
writing away from the phone, but I
can often call you back pronto. And
I want too. Enough of these SG relationships. I need real people in my
life. Bob

I think you nice and kind, Libby. I am
happy to support you anyway I can.

Right, forgot. Can talk about that
movie for about nine hours anytime.

i know Terry reasonably well. As
Spiegelman said it's genius was
focusing on the side of Crumb that
then nobody knew a thing about.
It gave us the missing context to place
everything else about the guy.

I know Jaxon, and his daughter Sophie too. We are talking about one of the strangest most psychologically battered
families in modern American history.
And, wouldn't you know, one of them
became a brilliantly deranged artist who
shows us the world as it actually is, on
more days then one wants to admit.

There is an incredible new R. Crumb
Handbook in the stores right now, which is a rare thing, and I would go
buy and hoard one if I were you. In
fact, for me, I already have. BC

No. You are about to write a really cool paper yourself. I can tell.
I'm about to go out with a former student of mine who is taken me
to Dinner. I except to flirt where possible, and maybe on this gorgeous night get a nice soft walk on the beach. When you fiinish
your paper these are just the beginning of new and nice moments for you. I'm still wondering what the Crumb interest was about. Hell
I'm still waiting to know what anything I have sent your way is about.
I know it's clicking in, and we have been brough closer, but nobody
better test me on any of the detail of that. Her name is Hillary Flyyn, and she has a great figure, and long brown red hair, and also
likes to play tackle football Wish me luck/ Have to do something until I can get YOU to come for a mid semester visit. Bob

[Edited on May 01, 2005 5:52PM]

"I hate philosophy"? Is that even possible? I'd right your paper for you, but that would morally wrong. But if you need a subject, I can help.

"Philosophy is the highest music" - Plato

Hello mademoiselle thanks for your warm welcome

go to fire jam sunday under the marquem bridge at 8:30 or so...se salmon st near the waterfront...bla bla bla...awsome!!! Germany will be there...me...some others hopefully...just come down & watch the fire dancers...tis free for all ages...

I'll be crossing the Mississippi later this morning. The Mississippi River, Ontario that is

Ok, no prob. Pekoe is the leading edge of our attempt toward the revolution. She is a crackerjack Queer
street poet -- watch your nylons -- who
nonetheless permits me to have a crush on her because "I'm her bitch,"
too. I am a dude, she reminds me, like
I can forget, but "a very cool one." OK
For me that's like when Ishmael Reed used to call me "his Nigger" in the old
days. I'm hugely complimented by that.
Most writers can't be any better than
their powers for empathy.

So where are you, what place, and what are you doing there, and
where do you want to go next. Let's
see if the revolution can sweep you up,
and carry you along. Because this is
television I can show you our last campaign. Yes, we got our ass kicked
once again. We continue to fight, O'Neill says, and we continue to land
right on our fannies.

You can follow the sheer amazing
detail of that battle here, I think. If
not I will put this link in an email.
I love getting messages from you, by the way. Do you ever get to San
Francisco? Drago

http://archive.salon.com/comics/dark/4/dream/2000/01/21dream1.html

Ok, no prob. Pekoe is the leading edge of our attempt toward the revolution. She is a crackerjack Queer
street poet -- watch your nylons -- who
nonetheless permits me to have a crush on her because "I'm her bitch,"
too. I am a dude, she reminds me, like
I can forget, but "a very cool one." OK
For me that's like when Ishmael Reed used to call me "his Nigger" in the old
days. I'm hugely complimented by that.
Most writers can't be any better than
their powers for empathy.

So where are you, what place, and what are you doing there, and
where do you want to go next. Let's
see if the revolution can sweep you up,
and carry you along. Because this is
television I can show you our last campaign. Yes, we got our ass kicked
once again. We continue to fight, O'Neill says, and we continue to land
right on our fannies.

You can follow the sheer amazing
detail of that battle here, I think. If
not I will put this link in an email.
I love getting messages from you, by the way. Do you ever get to San
Francisco? Drago

http://archive.salon.com/comics/dark/4/dream/2000/01/21dream1.html