"What Are Little Girls Made Of?"

Please. All I ask of all of you is this. If you want to make my day, pass on information about this site to your friends. Let them know. Hell, maybe we will have a big "Cell Blog D" picnic in september. Wouldn't that be grand? I should have asked Ashley last night if she received the web site. I mean, what if noone is reading besides you? Woudln't you feel more comfortable at night knowing that you are viewing a website concurrently being viewed by millions of other fine young cann(...i mean intelligent people like yourself)?

You know, I hate the saying "So many fish in the sea". Fish do not count that have already been hooked. Thats the problem here. People see fish, and they assume, "oh theres plenty of lovely fish down here". Fish that are not available shouldnt be put on display dammit! It could be embarrassing if you are there sitting fishing...yeah know, kicking back a few (what, like YOUVE never drank on the job?) you catch yerself a fine looking fish, but then ya realize. There is already a hook in the fishes mouth. Heres mud in your eye, indeed.

But whatcha gonna do brutha!? You can either pack yer gear up, leave the pond and become some lonely bitter old pill that noone wants to swallow, or you can just keep at it. It sucks, it takes forever, but that fish is there. I promise. Its just swimming round your line, lurking. Wondering when to take a bite. Just be prepared for when it does, cause you will be awfully pissed if the moment comes, and you got your line all tangled up with other fish.

Damn regrettable indeed.

Whats that? you think I am talking about women? No no no my Hebrew friend. I was just talking about a day at the old fishing hole. My how imaginative all your minds are, Im sure.

My horoscope for today

Your ordinarily astounding memory has suddenly failed you. All you can remember now is how great things were -- In The Old Days. Stop that. It's time to move on.

Blippity blep.

~Oz