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.

Tuesday, September 12, 2000

During my online ramblings tonight:
My dear Lizz ever since I read that excerpt somewhere it has stuck in my head and I have longed to quote it so many times, and now I can. Bless you a dozen times over. And once more for good measure.
And Shauna, you're making me all nostalgic for the delights of Supabarn. I have to say that my first thoughts upon hearing the phrase "Crocodile Uppers" were... 'So crocodiles like to get high too? I wonder what sort of hallucinations they have. (There's nothing more depraved than a crocodile on an ether bender.)' Maybe I'm just a corrupted university student. Hang on, check that. I am a corrupted university student. Mystery solved. (PS: I adore the new design. It made me giggle. (Beat me with a wet noodle - I just used the word 'layout'. Don't worry, I quickly removed the evidence.))

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