Height: shorter than Elvis but taller than Johnny. Eyes: Fulfillingness' First Finale. Hair: sometimes. Build: Tower of Babel, Gormenghast, Temples of Syrinx. Subject to change without notice.
I don't have any, particularly, which is why it took me until today to post anything about that damned anniversary. But two people made me feel a little better after the attacks five years ago. One was David Letterman and the other was Jon Stewart.
Do you know me? Read one of my stories. Will you know me then? I have blue eyes, but sometimes they are green. Does this help? I am older than The Electric Company but younger than Sesame Street. Have you figured it out yet?
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I was in an airport in Morgantown, West Virginia, awaiting a connection to Pittsburgh when the first plane hit. My nephew elbowed me, said "Something is happening in Mew York." We didn't get to fly that day, though we would have.
I was considering writing about where I was the day after in my own blog, then simply shrugged the whole task off. I came to your blog incedentally, trying to find a good pic on the web of 'Bum Bill Bee,' George Herriman's notable pilgrim on the road to nowhere. I found your posting about your discovery of the Ket, and, with some wince-free reading, discovered that you worried away at some of the same sort of things that I did. Then you wrote about them crisply and clearly. Cool beans to you, sir.
Thank you kindly, Sir. I hope you'll visit again.
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