(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.

Yes, I was! I'm amazed you spotted me; I was only on the TV for a few seconds, although, if you were listening carefully, you could hear me playing Auld Lang Syne in the background as the TV folks were doing the countdown.

I was only on the TV for a few seconds

Mom and dad have a DVR, and I made dad rewind and rewatch it about 30 times. Somehow the end of that post didn't register in my brain. That's so cool! Go you guys!

VW, yes, I believe he was. I meant to note where it was (since there were several performances) but as usual I totally spaced.

One thing I was thinking of in the wee hours of last night was the Kubler-Ross stages of grief:

• Shock stage: Initial paralysis at hearing the bad news.
• Denial stage: Trying to avoid the inevitable.
• Anger stage: Frustrated outpouring of bottled-up emotion.
• Bargaining stage: Seeking in vain for a way out.
• Depression stage: Final realization of the inevitable.
• Testing stage: Seeking realistic solutions.
• Acceptance stage: Finally finding the way forward.

More at this web site

I think with the unanswered questions with Gus's identity a lot of us are floundering with denial, anger, and bargaining.

I made dad rewind and rewatch it about 30 times.

Glad to know I wasn't the only one who did that. ;)