So yesterday I went into town to meet The Gregory.

I was nervous as shit.
What is wrong with me? I know that I don't like meeting strangers, why am I suddenly volunteering to meet people! Damn the net, it's forcing me to make overtures that terrify me.

So anyway (dot org--and yes I stole that joke), I was waiting in the library, and then he finally came in and I thought:
"Thank goodness for his webcam, because he sure as shit doesn't know what I look like!"

He said "Hi, everyone's outside" and I thought "Everyone? What everyone? I have to meet more people?" and we went out and there was this girl and this guy and he said "This is Chrissy and Ben, You know, Ben from Flabjab."

Then I came to.

What a glittering array of celwebrities were before me! And that sounds like me being snotty, but it's not, I swear. I was expecting Gregory, so I had geared myself up for that, but not Chrissy of the late lamented Yadayada! Not Mr. Flabjab! And certainly not to have all three of them staring at me expectantly like I was going to pull some great idea of where to go out of my ass.

So we went across the street to the same fake diner I went with Melody and Tracing and though I spent alot of time stuttering like a retard, if they thought I was an idiot, they didn't let it show. Chrissy was very quiet, but seemed really nice, Ben was brash and funny, and Gregory was, and I told him to his face, about the cattiest person I have ever met! And I definitely meant it as a compliment. Cattiness is an underrated quality, and it makes for great conversation.

Anyway, a swell time was had by all (Or at least by me) and the grand total of on-line people that I have met now stands at ten! Not bad for being afraid of strangers...

Continuing my quest to destroy my brain cells to the point where I no longer mind certain people alphabetizing things by first name, I watched The Joker's Wild on the Game Show channel yesterday.

I had forgotten why I loved this show so much, but it was because the questions were worded for the stupidest people alive, so one can feel more superior watching it than watching, say, Jeopardy.

My favourite question was:
"Shakespeare wrote a play about a certain number of gentlemen from Verona. According to the play's title, how many gentlemen from Verona were there?"

The girl got it right, but she blew it on:
"He killed his lover Desdemona at the end of the play. Who was that murderous Moor?"

And she said "Hamlet?"

I recently saw the worst name in the wide world.
I was looking at a bill at work, and it just leaped to my eye.

Dr. Frances Pitlick

I mean, can you imagine anything worse? Can you imagine living through high school with that name? And if she didn't, if she married it, how bad could her maiden name have been for her to have taken Pitlick??

One year ago today:
Bad news.

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