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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (41911)	11/16/1999 4:28:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I agree with every part there. More fun than uhm.....heck ~ real life. Plus, the smut is handy. (I wonder why that's not in my dictionary?) (It's not where the goat pages were.) (The big E word.) I have also used the illustration of the classical sense (?) of "letters" to describe to "outsiders" what the mental-cultural growth is like here. The increasing worth, due to exchange. I think of Ben Franklin, Jefferson, Pee Wee Herman. (Poor Pee Wee.) (Did you see Charlie Rose last night with Johnny Depp and ~ crap, who's the director?) Richard Brautigan, Mark Twain, Richard Feynman, Stephen Gould, Phillip Morrison, Siskel and Peabrain, a comparison yet to be invented for Tastes Like Chicken, Humorists, a class yet to be fully enjoyed for Penni, and THE ADVICE COLUMNS ~ how many times have I gotten on here with a serious question and gotten frist rate ideas and suggestions? Emotional coddling? Not to trivial things. I feel I can come here with THE WORST. The most CONFUSING and EMBARRASSING. Failings. Outside perspective is THE BEST. What's the freaking health value of that? (Boy. We are all praise today.) And my hip has been bothering me, so I can go off and read ten articles about it. (And find out why it hurts.) And I can e-mail my Dad. And my friends. And send pictures. I really, really, like being able to ask questions; and read beautiful and beautifully expressed ideas. I was reading one of Coby's a couple days ago, and thinking, "Damn. That is fine." There's some of those EVERY DAY! Jeepers! Whaddya want! And what's it worth to have fun friends to write TO? These naysayers are piggy slobs. Sub-humans. Turtles under rocks under cloudy skies. I need to think of some more names to call them. It IS like pen pals, which was fun, only about a hundred times cooler. A hundred and ten, maybe. Besides, the only place I've met this many interesting women is school, and it's expensive and I have to drive there. Sober. I woke up from a major bizarro dream including genetic manipulation and discovered that was Coby and Nihil's topic. (Was an eight legged cat, being used to grow pig plug parts....pig hair cells, for....rope or something. Fuller brushes. I forget. But the woman explained it to me. I should have written it down.)