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22 December 1998


8:22 PM: I would have said it was impossible, but I have even less to say than yesterday.

Didn't wake up until 2:30, didn't get up until almost 3, and then somehow an hour and 15 minutes vanished and I didn't get to work until quarter after 4. I think I was on MUNI. I wouldn't swear to it. Time just went oops.

Ssssssssssssssssooooo.... hey, I'm trying to compile a copy of Gecko! Neat, huh? And over here's my rock collection, and this is my crystal radio kit... Hey, where are you going?




Oh, hey, if you're not busy, you could do me a favor. This charming fellow coming in on a WebTV account has found this site, and gosh, he has a lot to say (he's the one who wants to kill Howie Mandel, among others - it begins "i hate alot of stuff... but pobably what I hate most are gay people..."). So I thought that it might be nice if people were to drop him a line, just to... you know, chat. Share your thoughts.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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