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Bi?

The best thing about What/s a Life
is strips like this.
I can look at it and absolutely fall on the floor with laughter — but for someone who hasn't been following the strips,
it's pretty unreadable. There are other strips about 15 and 16 year old bi-sex maniacs,
but "What/s a Life" is actually written by a teenager.

To continue on tonight's odd little topic, I guess I never have kissed an actual
coffee house girl, but I completely understand the author's feelings
on the subject. They are a world and reality all of their own — like a species of spiky-haired, tattooed, wood elves.

Ah, it's a strange world out there folks ... and sometimes that's a good thing.

Ponies

And now for something completely different ...

As far as one-trick ponies go,
this is a pretty funny site. It allows you to fake a web news story about someone
— using layouts that look like CNN's, Washington Post's or MTV's site — and then email the page along to someone,
one hopes the same someone that you used in the fake story.

Randomness

Busy at work seems a convenient excuse, as I'm sitting watching Farscape right
now, but that's the reason for the lack of updates lately. I saw something interesting on Fark, however —
Strip Monopoly. Hooray for capitalism!

Almost famous

I've never really met or hung out with anyone famous, but I have met a few people that are respected, at least in certain
circles. One summer when I was young, my Mother went to Paris with her brother's wife. There they met a woman about my Mom's
age who taught Science Fiction (as literature) at a University (near Nice, I think). The three women hit it off and
the French woman visited us for a few summers, eventually bringing around her bother
Pierre Bensusan, a
folk guitarist and singer. He stayed with us for a few
days and played at Duke University (and our house!).

Anyway, Many years later I met a young French woman in a bar, I asked her if she knew of Pierre Bensusan. She must have though
I was just asking about some random person from France, because she looked at me as if I were very stupid and said:

"France is a small country, but it is not that small"

Hmmm, I also met Ken Curtis once, at RDU, but we didn't hang out.

Drivin' n' Cryin'

Just about the last CD I ever bought was by an obscure band called
"Drivin' n'Cryin'" — they did the
"Straight to Hell"
song (for those of you who were there, and remember). The song, which I first heard covered by another band in a bar
somewhere years ago, was about a very messed up mother and her son. For reasons beyond us all a certain someone took it nearly
as her theme song.

So a few weeks ago I went on a business trip to a small town in Georgia.
In the downtown area there were a bunch of posters about a DnC show. The locals, a great bunch of Southern guys, seemed pleasantly
surprised that I even knew about the band. Sadly, we were only there for one night, and I didn't get to see the show.