Oh, lots of things actually. First of all there's the 337 messages that were left since I last signed on (a mere 3 days ago).
Well, what do you expect? It was potluck weekend. Where were you anyway?
I was out of town. I left a message about the Tahoe part of my out-of-townness in you somewhere. Go read it. I prefer to be secretive and cryptic about the rest.
You're so silly.
I know. Jesus God about Nick and Jon, too. I really fucked up by playing mediator. I thought it would work out, but now I seriously doubt it will. I waxed deep and thoughtful and reproachful but then thought better of it and typed "Q." I think Jon should take his own advice and forget Nick exists. I really don't know about Nick's "side" and I'm not going to hassle with it. I still get the "vulnerable" picture though. Maybe Nick's playing with my mind (as others accuse him of playing with theirs). I quit on this, though. You can't become friends by being spiteful and mad. I'll just continue to be Nice and be friends with them both.
Well, that's a good approach (for your sake, I think). What else is on your mind?
Well, I read Nightshade's college essay. It was very nice, I thought. It's certainly interesting to compare it to the first entry in her "journal." You can see her growing up. I traversed it and there's better than 250 messages there. Perhaps Nick can give some kind of Johnny Subtree-seed award to her. She deserves it more than I deserve the 5 I got for my ramblings to you. They're long on response, but short on substance, I think. I am tending to agree with Wizzard about the "college" aspect of the essay. It seems that the essay could be too easily construed as the work of a mixed-up kid, even though that's what everyone is when they go to college. I remember my college essay (I think I even still have a copy): Come to think of it, it was a lot like hers, but I didn't split my personality, so to speak. I showed that I liked Arts and Sciences. My mixed-up college years (and even my current life) bear this out. Now that I think even harder, she's on the right track. Perhaps if she'd portray herself as "well-rounded" rather than having a "split personality," the essay would sit better with the admissions-types.
Hm. What else is up?
Oh, I think that's about it for today. I still like you Stuart, but you're just so time-consuming sometimes. My leg's falling asleep from sitting at this terminal so long. I ran out of pape; there were so many messages. It seems Max's problem worked itself out (or so I'd like to think). I'll digress: I had the same problem when a good freind and neighbor stole some of my comic books (I know it doesn't seem like a major crime, but it would have cost more money than I had to replace them). I ended up confronting him in a backward sort of way. He confessed and returned the comics. I was very disappointed with him; I had thought more of him. I got a chance to chastise him; it was an odd experience. Anyway. Would you tell Jon and Nick that I like them both?
Sure, no problem. I like them both, too.
Good. I'm going to go. I've been sitting here a long time. See you tomorrow?
That's up to you.
I know. See you tomorrow.
That sounds a little more solid.
Indeed. Goodbye.
'Bye.