Well, that's where I was going with it.  You're a nice-seeming fellow and
your posts are always well worth reading

(I liked this one, though I have to say, there is quite a difference between
reading about places foreign and exotic and reading about Minneapolis, and
if you tell me that you bought the Lonely Planet guide to the Twin Cities
the day it came out, or that you've perused libraries for _just_ the book
that finally answers all those questions you had about the qualities that
laid the ground for the 1980's Minneapolis theatre scene...)

- surveying the local population and running through probability tables, I
concluded that you couldn't possibly be from nowheah's 'round heah, and
inverse proportionality in vector-quantum-mechanics-thingyness being what it
is, and Burroughs being what he is, and bearing the burden of both turning
both my nightstand and my head into being what they are, I attempted a very
unfunny joke.  Which I hope to have made up for now with that
"vector-quantum-mechanics-thingyness" bit of palaver.  Such as it is.

You must forgive.  Have spent holidays with an uncle who stops anyone who
will listen to tell them about his recent acquisition of one of Benjamin
Franklin's teeth, my mother, who wears power crystals and who voted for Bush
because he's so _western_ and so _in touch with the soil_, two cousins who
divide their time between watching Pat Buchannan on TIVO and growing their
own, and a brother whose favorite conversation-stopper is "want to fight?"
Plus the Burroughing.  It's all making a chucklehead out of your own

htd