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Posts from ‘October, 2001’

another one bites the dust…

( Whew. It is nice to get rid of that, finally. )

an answer….

It has been a struggle, but I am beginning to realize a few things about myself and about my trip to Utah. I think about all the things that happened, and all of the things that were said, and I realize that she didn't really do anything "wrong". Yet, for some reason, I am still [...]

isn't HTML mail bad enough?!?

I cannot believe ANY competent being would EVER suggest the usage of Flash Animation in a Signature file. I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to the Internet circa 1994 and live in peace.
What is really funny is this article suggests that committing such heinous acts will "instantly tell recipients [...]

The Indians are Naked…

I have one thing to say: thenakedindian.
That is all.

you taugh…t me to be afraid again

It has almost been an entire week since my return from my trip to Utah. I started writing a story about everything. I thought it would help to get everything that I was feeling out of me and allow me to move on and be happy and stop moping around.
But then things changed. I [...]

photography technique: lighting

has done a small photography study

Babylon…

They are showing a David Gray concert on DirecTV this evening free of charge. How very nice of them.

INBOX

For those of you that care, the Reverend Jim Inbox Checker of Pain is active again.

paper scraps

I went back to CC's coffee house. Partly to enjoy the company of my friends, and party to issue a response to the poetry that was handed to me the day before.
We sat outside talking, while I worked on my response. It is hard for me to write poetry. It is even harder for me [...]

receipt paper poetry

About a month ago, I made a bold move, at least by my standards. I attempted to get a girl's phone number and failed miserably. Since that time, I have continued to get coffee at the place where she works, and on the few occasions that she was working while I was there, she was [...]