I had a deathly fear of malls, movie theaters, and restaraunts that suddenly appeared when I was 14 or so, and which only recently retreated. A lollipop to whoever guesses when I started smoking. Well, it did finally blip onto the radar, and it turns out to be kind of, well, silly . Instead, the writer seems to be just as caught up in the whole thing as everyone who watched it develop in the first place, leading to a weirdly unsatisfying article. I'm finding myself more and more intrigued by this article .
Someone has to post scans.
Quicktime doesn't like cyrix processors. I eat twigs, bats, and green tea. I can throw evil glances, broken glass, and poison. Shout about it, When you've got to choose, Every way you look at it you lose . To finally sum up the election thing and end the coverage and commentary I'd planned not to make in the first place on a depressing note, let's just say that you'll hear no cheering from me tonight.