July 20th, 1995

**7/20/95**

Call the Spot Police.

The Spot S.W.A.T., the Spot S.E.A.L.S., the Spot Guard, the Spot Force.

think I've committed a spot felony. I let Britt read my pages... and now she lives here... which I guess goes against the Spot mantra.

I could confess my crime and plead guilty, hope for leniency. But what good would that really do?

So here's my solution.

I'm gonna split my page with Britt (as you can obviously see) but we're not going to read each other's entries. I've even asked Tyler to add Britt's name to the e-mail addresses so I stop getting all the mail you've been sending her. This should work... I think it will work.

I've been thinking about taking a class on motivation, but I can't seem to get myself to go. My funds are running dry and I must work. But all I want to do is play. I've never been like this in my entire life. Is it a phase?

Is it a sign of things to come? Is it my destruction? I don't know. I do know... I'm having the most fun I've had since moving out here. So am I motivated…. sure. I'm motivated to go to the beach, read a book, watch TV and hang out with Lon and Britt.

Maybe I could be a professional procrastinator... I don't know... I'll think about it tomorrow…

### Britt

\*\*\*Posted July 21st, 1995

**7/20/95**

You know you're one of the family when (A) you get to watch a member of a nuclear family melt down, and (B) you get a weird anonymous note on your bathroom mirror.

Remember I said I was going to give you my impressions of the other ants on the farm; Michelle and Jeff? Michelle -- WHOA.

Ping pong balls in the dryer? No, I shouldn't rush to judgment yet.

But early indications are that Michelle has some software loops in the underlying code.

Lon and Carrie and I were hanging out last night talking about the party, and Michelle come in and stages this SCENE.

She sits down, gets this big crease in her face, and starts telling us that her brother Teddy is coming to visit. Suddenly, her lips start to quiver, her eyes puddle up, then boom! She falls to the ground and starts whimpering.

Jeff -- He's weird. That's pretty much it, although I think there's more going on there than meets the eye. It could have been Jeff who wrote the note, although I don't know why he would threaten a rent-paying occupant of The Spot. Besides, the note had a distinctly catty edge to it, and Jeff is a dog. (All guys are dogs -- Jeff is a schnauzer, so far). I WILL find out who wrote the note. Finding out things is my specialty.

**July 20th, 1995**
## Tara

\*\*\*Posted July 21st, 1995

**20 July**Michelle's brother, Teddy arrived at The Spot today. Last night she broke into hysterics and painted this picture of some kind of monster, but he appears to be just a sweet, normal guy. He and I spent a long time chatting this afternoon about traveling; Teddy is an importer/exporter; he travels all over the world. Last week he was in Bali, where he went swimming with dolphins -- What a great life! I want to travel throughout the world in my lifetime. I'd venture into space if I could. Maybe I'll make the first genuine outer space feature film -- "Raging Mars".... I'm getting ahead of myself again, aren't I? So much for being a slacker.

Michelle was pouty all day, or maybe it was the way she put on her lipstick. She seemed annoyed that Teddy got along with everybody so well. I'm sorry, but he's very charming! What does she want us to do? She knew he was coming; it was somewhat in her power to stop him. I wonder what Teddy did to Michelle....I wonder if he did any thing at all.

I don't mean to be bitter. I just can't stop questioning who around here it might have been that told Jeff about my recording our conversations........

Seems Jeff has gone AWOL from The Spot since he left my bedroom yesterday morning. Not that his absence is anything unusual...I think I'm just noticing more now. What will happen when he actually does materialize? I'm curious to see his reaction. I'm trying to "observe" the situation, rather than directly involve myself in it. Kind of like Brecht's Theater. It's all a big mindfu --. I know it shouldn't, but all of this stuff going on with Jeff, and the resistance I'm meeting with Tyler is making me have second thoughts about going to see Sacha. What if I just go to Paris and spend some time in the city...sort things through. Why is it so hard to make decisions? I know none of this is a matter of life and death...none of it is all that serious...I just gotta remember that.

Everyone's keeping me out of the details of my going away party for Friday night. I think they're helping keep my stress level down by not telling me exactly what they're doing. More realistically, they're probably afraid if I get involved, I'll take over. Personally, I'd rather stay out of it. Before our party, I'm going to the Icon Byte Bar and Grill in San Francisco for a cyber event they're having! I'll be back at the house just before the festivities are getting into full swing. Maybe I'll catch some of the action on tape; I haven't been filming much of anything since school let out, and my hands miss holding that camera. Hmm, wish I'd thought of that Monday night. ;)

**July 20th, 1995**
## Jeff

\*\*\*Posted July 21st, 1995

7/20

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my niece Cassandra

July 20th, 1995

## External links

* Carrie/Britt's entry
* Tara's entry
* Jeff's entry