(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)

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28 May

I spent all yesterday feeling like it was Friday, and now I have a whole 'nother Friday to get through! No fair! I want my long weekend now, dammit!

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So, I got in a flame war yesterday. Yes, me!

Why is it, I wonder, that people will join a mailing list and then, without waiting to see what the group is like, will start being rude from minute one! Of course, had this happened on Diary L, a collection of the rudest people alive, nobody would have even noticed, but it was another list.

A list that has had only two extremely minor flame wars (now three, of course) in three years. Not that we're boring and not that we always agree, but we respect each other.

Well, lunkhead comes in, fists flying, and appears to be shocked that anyone minded! Well, I minded, and said:

"My point being that we all more or less get along in here, and I do think that when you join a mailing list you should see which way the wind blows before posting--if it's an argumentative group, argue all you like, and if it's not, then keep your trap shut."

Words to live by.

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The "Pourquoi? Pourquoi?" guy in the Utz potato chips commercial is really funny, except for the fact that he's using an Italian accent. I wonder how many people that bothers? I doubt that it's many besides me.

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Yesterday, someone on one of my mailing lists quoted Little Bunny Foo Foo (referring to it, for some unknown reason, as Little Rabbit Foo Foo) which means that it's been running through my head ever since.

Why should I be the only one suffering?

Little Bunny Foo Foo
Hoppin' through the forest
Scoopin' up the field mice
And boppin' them on the head

Then down came a goooooood fairy, and she said:

"Little Bunny Foo Foo
I don't wanna see you
Scoopin' up the field mice
And boppin' them on the head

I'll give you three chances, and if you don't stop, I'm going to turn you into a goon!"

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Today's horoscope:
Your mind is incisive today and your tongue may be as well. You cut to the very heart of any matter under discussion.

One year ago today:
So yesterday morning I was weeping and weeping.

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