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9 Brumaire CCXII (Oct. 30, 2003) - 6:54 p.m. In which our plucky young zero gets wired.I bought a mobile phone the other day. Yes, I'm aware that this revokes my human rights and I won't disgust you further by attempting any kind of wheedling justification. Okay, it was bought for me because, as has been said before in this space, there've been times when it'd have come in handy. Also because it was decided, by the people doing the buying, to use the same provider the Maryland contingent use so we can call them for free. It took large and useful portions of the afternoon getting it unfucked; eventually turned out the problem was that the Electronic Serial Number in the (pre-owned) phone was not the ESN associated with its new number (mine) in their database. I have been asked to master its special features (sounds easy enough; they're menu-based, after all) between the time I post this entry and the time, tomorrow afternoon, when we leave for a much-needed (well, it'd do me some good at least) meeting (or two?) with a real live therapist, the first I've seen since high school and the first one who's ever had a chance of getting me to talk to him. I'll keep you posted. (If you're a very good friend, I may even give you the number.) This will be followed by a probably-fun weekend of the three of us babysitting Drew and Adam while their parents relocate a very short distance to their new house. We had them over recently for a day visit, and they were fun. (Well, Drew was — Adam's not capable of much beyond wiggling a lot.) So! What else is going on? (I'm sure at least one person is wondering, now that yet another spurt of posting has spent itself.) Well, in this thread on the Ballad, Sunny funnily (if not quite accurately) compares one poster, and then a bunch of others, to the Buckethand. It's just impossible to keep up, isn't it? Almost as hard as it must have been for Falwell to outdo his statement that (freely paraphrased) God guided those planes into the towers to punish America for abortion and gay rights. But seriously (seriously but, as oul' Proinsias would say), future generations (if there are any) will look at The Onion and Spider Jerusalem as the most honest political reporting possible in the waning days of the cruel and magnificent American Empire. I'm looking very hard at joining this party. The Prince I most wanted to play has been taken, but I think there's an acceptable substitute. It's busy enough, certainly; it turns a fortnight old on Sunday, but there's already one user who's made enough posts of hes own to need a "Previous 20" page. And it's got the best reaction ever to those damn badgers. -30- (Oh, and happy belated Maladay!)
last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment 
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