This was culled from some old Super8 movies I found at my house.

From: Sky King (skyking@alias.cyberpass.net)

Subject: Re: Should we rent???

Newsgroups: rec.outdoors.rv-travel

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Date: 1998/02/24

On Sat, 21 Feb 1998 18:26:02 -0500, email@domain.com (Your Name) wrote:

> Some friends and I were thinking of renting a 30 ft class A motorhome

for 8 days during our college break. We live in Boston and wanted to

explore florida. It will proablay cost close to $1800 dollars. Is it

worth it??? Are we better of just flying and staying in a hotel. Is it

comfortable and are we going to get trouble for parking where we want

(meaning place other than campgrounds)?

 Reply with thoughts and info .....Thanx              

                                                                   Joe..</font>

You weren’t going to “explore” Florida. You are going down

there to drink and puke and screw and take drugs. Thats

why I suggest that you rent that 30 footer and take out all the

furniture. That way you won’t have to pay for the damages.

Better than that, why not just rent a flatbed truck with sleeping

bags and a tarp? Have fun!

Sky

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I call this, “A Personal Video Statement by Me on the Meaning of Life”.

Alright. Here’s the post for today. I’m working on lots of other shit besides this but the deal is that I have to have something “original” to put up every day. I’ve re-compressed all the videos on my website now that I’ve learned a thing or two and they’re all bigger and better than ever. Check ‘em out y’all.

The PacBell building is probably my second favorite in SF. I wish I could drive up the side of it like they do in that SUV commercial.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you now, three videos that I think, smash the living hell out of the Steve Ballmer video. The Hammers of Misfortune!

Click on the images to pop up the vids. If that don’t work try downloading them. Note in the video called “Claw”, the guy giving the “metal grip of death” sign. He’s so into it that he has marshaled the very forces of evil with his fearsome claw.

Rose’s party was supposed to make people dress up like they were at a golf country club. It made me dress up like a jerk. But that was good. Blue Old Skool Vans, orange Arnold Palmer golf pants hoisted aloft by a General Motors seatbelt belt. Into which was tucked my undershirt and my yellow short-sleeved dress shirt with “fuck” silk-screened in pink on the pocket. Resting on my belly and tied around my neck was a purple tie with golden cobs of corn.

I showed up at the party real early and there were only about eight people there. Mandy and Squash, who clapped when they saw me, were going to see the Impaled / Weedeater / Hammers of Misfortune / etc… at the CW and they idea of walking around that metal show dressed the way I was immediately attracted me. I wanted to see Impaled and Mandy and Squash said that Hammers of Misfortune were an amazing Wagnerian metal extravaganza. Had to go. I left the party and promised to come back real soon. I figured I’d get sick of the place pretty quick but it was enthralling. Mesmerizing. And gosh darn it, sweet.

I shot pool with Cecil and shot video of Hammers of Misfortune and rocked hard. My little vidcam drew ooo’s and ahh’s from all the heshers. I ended up staying to the end. I think Squash was trying to hook up or something and Mandy and I just lingered. We got back to the party and it was over. I sat on the porch wrapped in a blanket and talked to Rose. Walked home as the sun rose.

His Lardiness takes the stage. Video of Steve Balmer made the front page of the NYTimes. I bring it to you now. It’s funny. It’s sick. It’s kinda cute. Click on any of the links on this page.

The book I’ve been trying to read for 5 years is finally getting finished and I plan to read more while trying to stay away from the trashy self-help propaganda. I’ll just quote an amazon review because it’s basically my take on the thing:

FSHus(at)aol(dot)com from Atlanta GA

The implications of Ledoux’s book are enormous. Ledoux, a neuroscience researcher, shows that our emotions are generated by separate independent neuro systems which work unconsciously; believe it or not, we do NOT run because we are afraid, but rather we are afraid because we run. He also shows that the emotional systems have a much greater impact on our rational conscious than the rational conscious has on the emotional systems. Passion rules reason. This has tremendous implications for the current thinking in psycology/ psychiatry (although they will be slow to pick up on it). And it explains why man has so much angst, why we don’t learn from history, why man is so brutal. The importance of this book cannot be overstated.