me flea, you patty

OK, it is over. OVER. It's time to become a fisherman or join the French Foreign Legion. I was just replying to an e-mail from Patty, one of our freelancers. And I closed my reply with "best, Patty." MY e-mail. I used HER name. In my defense, for some reason I had just looked at her closing just to see what she'd used, and it was fresh in my head, but still . . . That's SCARY.

That's what I get for not going with my heart and closing with "all my nuts." No way I woulda followed that up with "Patty."

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I've been listening to Hotter than Hell in the car a lot lately. "Strange Ways" always kills me. You know, it was only recently that I realized that it's Peter Criss, not Ace Frehley, singing that tune. It's got Ace written all over it, and he wrote it, so I wonder why he didn't sing it. Maybe he wasn't ready to do lead vocals yet. Bad-ass tune, though, with a SICK backwards solo. The phrasing works out perfectly, but it has that distinctive backwards freaky sound. I dig "Watchin' You" too. For some reason I never realized how cool that song is until I finally saw KISS in concert back in '96. Egad, that's seven and a half years ago, and I had already been listening to them for almost 20 years at that point. Call me Methuselah.

I hate when I dream about things going on in real life. I wanna dream about . . . heck, I dunno, crazy shit, like riding mopeds and smoking reefer with the Banana Splits. But all I can dream about lately is stuff that's already on my mnd all day long. Like, you know, the pressing concerns in the poll below. Yeah, that's the ticket.

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