bo:
>I couldn't let this go without comment. #1: as the above tells, both 3.2.3
>and ross grady can *appear* to be real asses in the text-only world.
>however, if you see them in real life, just rub their heads and everything
>will make sense, and you'll see that they're both real sweeties.

o you lie. grady and i are both real life assholes yet text-only sweeties.
you're just playing with that speech/writing hymen that attempts to define
who we are in terms of orality. logocentrism blah blah blah. autobiography
tongued long. nay nay. that i'm so civil (well, for such a drunk guy) "in
person" (whoo! cage me a space in time) just goes to demonstrate what an
asshole i am. i never show more how much i really care for you than that i
engage you here. that we don't understand this illustrates just how naive
we are.

>and you wouldn't believe how much 3.2.3 looks like jack lemmon when he's
>drunk.

all i know is that after your party i was pretty much -acting- like jack
lemmon all weekend, just walking around in a daze, babbling incoherently,
playing video games until i strained my neck and passed out.

"actually," the most meaningful thing happened this weekend but i don't know
when or where. i just remember seeing this image, whether on tv or the web,
i dunno, as if there's a difference or differance anymore, but this image of
little cartoon spermies with a likeness homer simpson's head on each. i
remember seeing of this and thinking of some ancient greek tragedy.

man, it's too bad ruby wasn't at your party. she coulda taught us to do
the hustle to shellac. you did try to call her, didn't you? you just lost
her number like you lost mine, right?

hey, i gotta go now. it's 4:45.

3.2.3