2001-03-29
Dear Diary: ����"Nobody will believe this," Paul said and he's right. It's just too weird, but then sometimes somethings are just meant to be. ����So this afternoon I walked down to the main road to get my mail and there were two, count them, two parcels waiting for me. One was from Colorado, home of the most psychotronic of the Gizmonators and one came all the way from the Netherlands. ����So let's cue that great old Peaches & Herb hit from the golden days of Motown because Mortimer and Dutchie have been Reunited. ����Reunited and it feels so good ����Look, it's Motown, not Shake-freakin'-speare. Don't be looking at me that way, 'kay. ����I kind of expected there might be some awkwardness, but the two of them snuggled right up on the chesterfield and Dutchie had a great time pointing out silly stuff on Oprah. They seem to have a lot to say to each other. I think this might work out. ����So that's one lovestruck transatlantic couple reunited, eh. ����Now we gotta work on getting Ms. Outbox and Mr. Grim together, huh? --Marn
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This template is a riff on a design by the truly talented Quinn. Because I'm a html 'tard, I got alot of pity coding to modify it from Ms. Kittay, a woman who can make html roll over, beg, and bring her her slippers. The logo goodness comes from the God of Graphics, the Fuhrer of Fonts, the one, the only El Presidente. I smooch you all. The background image is part of a painting called Higher Calling by Carter Goodrich which graced the cover of the Aug. 3, 1998 issue of The New Yorker Magazine. Kids, don't try viewing this at home without Netscape 6 or IE 4.5+, a screen resolution of 800 X 600 and the font Mead Bold firmly ensconced on your hard drive. �2000, 2001, 2002 Marn. This is me, dagnabbit. You be you. |