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I finally found a use for that little floating thing that comes up in IE 6 when you have the mouse cursor over a picture: you can save images from pages that have that annoying script that won't let you right-click on images. If not for that I would have had to employ more surreptitious means to steal this image, which was the cartoon of the day on my desk calendar.

we're in a tight spot

I want this T-Shirt!!! You can't really tell, but those are two devils, complete with bifurcated tails, in the car.

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Ahh, I just had a nice Indian buffet with Peter. I needed to get out of here for a while, so that was nice. I'm incredibly stuffed, though. I should have got some coffee.

On another note: remember the night when we went to Fool's house to drain the remainder of the Coors Party Ball? It you missed that post, here it is. I highly recommend reading that one. It'll add a new phrase to your vocabulary, take the stains out of your trousers, and achieve peace in our time. Anyway, for some reason we took the empty ball with us when we finally went home; it's not every day that you get the chance at a big orange plastic ball with a tap on it. The next day we decided that we were going to make a bong out of it. However, we soon figured out that it was going to be too tough to make it airtight enough to get a good hit, so we then planned to make a big hole in the Party Ball so that a person could put his whole head inside of it and then stop up the area around his neck with foam rubber or towels or something. We envisioned some sort of space-age scuba doobage mask that you'd fill up w/ smoke while your head was inside it so that you'd be breathing nothing but reefer smoke. We lacked the necessary skill with plastic tubing (not to mention a jigsaw), so we eventually abandoned that idea too. It's probably a good thing that we never got that idea to the testing stage. We'd have made every newspaper in the country:

Retarded College Dropouts Drown in Marihuana Smoke

Victims seem to have been laughing at time of death

Detectives sift clues; experts perform testing

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I got a couple of rolls of quarters at the bank today (parking meters and laundry, y'know), and they're all Mississippi quarters! They must have just come out. I'm glad there's nothing embarassing on it, like slaves picking cotton, though I wish they would have put a rib shack on it instead of the ubiquitous magnolia. At least they didn't use the house in Tupelo where Elvis was born. You know, the Tennessee quarter had some mistake-ridden musical instruments on it. But when it comes to Presley homes, they got Graceland, and all we got was a two-room shack in Tupelo.

I've never been to Graceland, but I did go to the house in Tupelo. Well, actually I've been up to the gate of Graceland, but that was in the days before Priscilla had the joint opened up to the public and started making some serious jack for herself and Lisa Marie Presley Jackson Cage. I think I would freak if I ever went in that place--I've heard it's a really depressing display of '70s interior decor. I wouldn't be able to restrain myself: "Hey, is that a QUAALUDE? Right there! Almost hidden by the shag carpet, next to the leopard-skin rug and in front of the television with a shotgun hole in the middle of the screen! And say, can I use the bathroom? I promise I won't rifle through the medicine cabinet or pose on the throne like the dear, departed King."

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I'm the yawningest person I know.

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"Whole" does not equal "hole." Grrrrrrr--what's wrong with me? If you didn't notice, never mind.

Time to eat. Maybe the nutrients will help this head o' mine.

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Oh, one more thing for now: I need your addresses so I can send out holiday greetings. I know I have addresses for bells2783, buscemi, dangerpest & thebelljar, deadflowers, goatsupreme, jetgirl23, lunchboxface, and zoe. A couple of others I probably have on paper, which means I'll never be able to find them, so send 'em again. And ten, you've moved, so send me your current one, and mip1979, I might have yours, but send it anyway.

I promise not to come to your house unless invited. I ain't no stalker. Honest. Oh, and it ain't about any kind of religious stuff, it's just all about the love that a player has for his homies.

email: chris AT chrisheller.net

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I think I mistakenly directed people to http://www.unamericanactivities.com to find "Whitey Will Pay" and "Listen to Black Sabbath" bumper stickers a while back. That was the wrong address. It's http://www.unamerican.com. Same guy who does the "Fuck Work" stickers. But I'm worried--the site's down. I'll bet anything he got shut down by Bush and his Patriotism Posse. Does anyone know anything about this?