the front door bend my ear that was Zen this is Dao

8 Vendem CCXII (Sept. 29, 2003) - 6:36 p.m.

In which our plucky young zero goes blah-de-frickin-blah.

This is some stuff that got left out last time because I'd actually typed up the entire entry, then saved it to my desktop rather than to a floppy. It honestly didn't occur to me that I'd done anything that clinically thick until after I'd already posted the version you saw, so I had to reconstruct that version from scratch. I was just going to add this in as a correction, with use of <tt> to indicate its retconned status, but there's enough of it to justify making it an entry unto itself.

I'd like to thank the sweet bird who notified me that I'd forgotten to close a certain italic (I thought I had, but I'd actually typed where I needed to type ). I'm not talking to her, but only inasmuch as not having anything to say, and not wanting to derail her creative process if I did have, is a reason not to talk. Well, I was not-talking to her when I wrote that, or at least in the entry it was talking about.

I said last time I might even talk about my life in this space. I feel a Great Need™ to clarify that. Until I can talk about it calmly and rationally, I'll talk about it only in circumstances where one or more of the following conditions pertains:
a) I have no other forum to talk about it (such as private email to somebody I've just pissed off);
b) I'm not actually on speaking terms with the person in question and have no expectation of being that way any time in the reasonable future;
c) not talking about it would mean I ended up appearing in the paper (not to be confused with The Paper) the next day under the headline Local Man's Head Inexplicably Detonates. These will also be the circumstances about which I talk about politics in this space.

I would like to be reminded of your birthday each year using an excellent service offered by BirthdayAlarm.com. Because, unlike the people who use it and don't have the kind of junkheap memory I have, I consider this too important to trust to my memory.

Please click on the following link for me and enter your name and birthday, it only takes a few seconds:

http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/dob/6451237a3050622b362

Thank you
Austin

Isn't that so boilerplate you could just weep?

-30-

 

last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment

that ye may know me who am us, anyway? tell your friends the front door