M. (hristine

it's like, easy come, easy go sometimes without good bye sometimes without hello she's got one magic trick just one and that's it ooooo ooooo she disappears

it's like, now you see her now you don't you think you're gonna get to know her now and you don't she's got one magic trick just one and that's it ooooo she disappears

Deer Analogman, Please untie viatroy and let her call me on teh Skype. YVT, M. Christine

May I also add my unwavering love for Alan Arkin, and for spawning one of my favorite characters on television: And while I'm at it: Was there ever a TV show with prettier boys? *sigh* (Unapologetically gratuitous, I know.)

Saved 'em. Those are wonderful.

You nailed it. Also: I love EL EL COOL FAMOUS' new avatar. I dig it the most.

In 5 years that album will be 23 years old. That's a long delay for embarrassment. I like English Beat also.

Haters. This was a fine, fine record:

Whatever happened to that guy? What a voice, and man was he hot. And in answer to the earlier question: more times than I would like to admit.

Happy birthday! I hope you have a stellar day!

This is still making me laugh.

This morning my 18 year old neighbor was yelling "Fuck! Fuck!" at the top of his lungs and beating his car with what sounded like a baseball bat. What's that make me, I wonder?

I'm going out for sushi.

1) What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart? 2) And how can a (wo)man like me remain in the light? 3) And if life is really as short as they say...then why is the past so long?

It seems there may be some Rocktober Tourism afoot. ( )

I looked for a body. I also looked for blood on the business end, and suspicious fingerprints on the handle.

Analogman in the 201. I'm frightened. I found a 20 lb. sledgehammer in the ditch on my walk this morning, and had the bright idea that I might need it one day, and carried it home with me. What are some possible scenarios for a 20 lb. sledge with a fiberglass handle to end up in a ditch?

You are the best clarifier evah! In fact, I consider you to be the isinglass of VC. I fully realized the tangential nature of my post. Mostly I wanted to look at that picture again, and remember all the fun we had on that day.

I told her in real life for like 30 minutes, while we were hugging and jumping up and down, then I posted it on a message board, too. I think I need an intervention.

You rock, missy!

Boys that I know, playing Frisbee Golf on Mt. Tamalpais north of the SF bay. No weed was smoked, but an odd and archaic beer drinking ritual was practiced on specific holes of the course. You can actually see the Emerald City (SF) in the center background.

That would be just like you.