Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, August 12, 2000

AIM is our friend...
Me: Dude, you in?
Ry: So very in!
Me: Are you going to have lunch?
Ry: So very in the mood for comestibles!
Me: Coolness. Wanna go shortly, then?
Ry: When do you want to go?
Me: I'll just finish my other conversation, then come and jump all over you. Then we can go for lunch, yes?
Ry: Okay. I'll get undressed and ready.
Me: You do that.
...
Ry: I'm getting cold.
Me: That's what blankets are for.

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