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Name: Carl Bryant
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- Manliness, Navel Gazing, and My Weird Wife
- Because I'm lazy
- Recommended Reading
- a new national language
- The Extended Image
- decoding the matrix
- Dear Hallmark, Why won't you return my calls?
- Must See TV
- say what?
- when in doubt... shake it out
You don't need to tape the internet. The theory is that nothing ever posted to the internet ever disappears. All you need is the proper search string phrase and whatever you might have missed while traveling through Arkansas will be recalled for you instantly. That's the theory. The internet is THE GREAT TAPE RECORDER, bow low soldier, and we will all be humble before it.
We're addicted to the CRT in all its forms. And I can't figure if we're doomed or not for it. Strange, huh?
-blue
Rest easy, beau.
I've asked Jeeves, and he assures me we're not doomed.
And when you get back, surf twice as fast for a few days. It'll be a rush, but you'll get caught up.
Hope you're having a good time in Little Rock by now.
Rus
I've rolled it all up in duct tape for you, carl. it's fresh in my refrigerator.
what's doing in little rock?
Thanks, Rus.
My inlaws, Sarah. That, and oppressive heat. Two great things that go great together.
And no AC I see.
Rus
Mr. Bowden is the closest thing to an omniscient web presence the poetry world has.
If that power corrupts him, then Beau is correct. We're doomed.