Which I suppose makes me more connected than the majority of posters here who don't attend that sort of event. It was a fairly significant stretch for me to turn up, though. I guess all I'm saying is, it's not that unusual for someone in an online community not to be known in the flesh.

It's the skirt.

And now ND is our tech chick? Wait a second...

Hee. Eighth inch to split RCA with quarter-inch adapters, baybee.

(I would like everyone to admire the restraint I just exhibited in not making that pornier with the addition of the genders involved in the cable ends.)

I am watching the repeat of Numbers and they are all highly emotional and hurt and upset and snarling the hell at each other and anyone because no one can figure out how to *fix* the issue at hand and it pains them... There are resemblances.

(I would like everyone to admire the restraint I just exhibited in not making that pornier with the addition of the genders involved in the cable ends.)

Are you for real?

[You ever post something thinking it might add levity and then not be sure it's funny? Nah, me either. Nope, never. Especially not now.]

I was upset about Gus's death.

If he was not real, I am sorry that someone I liked so much would choose to deceive us like this, but glad that I got to spend some time in his company.

I knew a sweet woman who was a pathological liar when I lived in NC. She made many claims to my group of friends that proved to be untrue, for reasons of her own. None of her claims changed the way I saw her, but when the truth came out - quietly, and in the back channels, so as not to lead her to fake an emergency and disappear, as her former roommates said she did when they questioned her stories - I was mostly sorry that she had this weird ontological disease that we could never mention or treat.

Anyway, as my pseud would tell any googler, I'm actually not a person, but the record company of the formerly reclusive artist Jandek. Although I've met only a few active Buffistas, I am friendly with a number of ex-Buffistas, who support my existence in email.

Am I the only person who's met both Liese and Corwood?

Hee. Eighth inch to split RCA with quarter-inch adapters, baybee.

I'd forgotten about that, roomie! Also saving the day in Chicago was Tommyrot, who ran to his office to grab a computer power cord when we discovered that the PA rental company had forgotten to give us one.

I have met both Liese and Corwood. However, I doubt Jon B's existence even though I've met him too.

Jon B. is an illusion done with light and silver pleather.

Totally off topic, Jon B were you playing at First Night? I swear I saw you on tv.