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Friday, October 04, 2002 | link to this post


wetly exalting
strutting vain squeaky crazy
cowboys submerge

Made with The Genuine Haiku Generator

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 7:50 PM

Thursday, October 03, 2002 | link to this post

New Commenting System

I put a new commenting system, hope this one works better. Let me know.

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 4:42 PM

Wednesday, October 02, 2002 | link to this post

Regular Visitors

Just wondering if people who are regular visitors to this site could let me know who they are in the comments. That way maybe I can put some links to your sites here. Would be nice. Jimmy Eat World's Praise Chorus is so terribly stuck in my head! Can't get it out. At least it replaced Foo Fighters' Generator, which was already driving me crazy. Yup, so let me know who you are, ok? Thanks.

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 11:11 PM

Tuesday, October 01, 2002 | link to this post


"The highest possible form of treason," said Minton, " is to say that Americans aren't loved wherever they go, whatever they do. People are hated a lot of places. Claire pointed out in her letter that Americans, in being hated, were simply paying the normal penalty for being people, and that they were foolish to think they should somehow be exempted from that penalty."
"Well, I'm glad the story had a happy ending."
"Hm?" said Minton.
"It finally came out all right," I said. "Here you are on your way to an embassy all your own."
Minton and his wife exchanged another of those pitying glances. Then Minton said to me, "Yes. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is ours."

Vonnegut, Kurt. Cat's Cradle. 1963.

Posted by The Frozen Guy | 9:55 PM