My Archives: July 2001

Okay, kids! I'm outta here! Going to the beach for foooood. A good thing, because I'm hungry. If anyone wants to come ~~stalk~~ find me, I'll be at "Shinguko" Japanese restaurant with a chinese girl, a white girl with dark brown hair, and a white guy with dark brown hair. Oh, and me, the deathly pale redhead with hair past her butt. Hahah. We'll be at White Rock beach, in the Lower Mainland. So if you live in BC, come visit! Look for late teen/early 20 people. < /advertising >

It's worse than you think, Ashley: seems like we're only FIVE now. When's the last time we heard from Rachael? Hmm, could this mean she's too busy doing the blogathon on her own site? Or has her mild illness worsened, sending her to the hospital? Did she finally crack under the stress of maintaining two identities? Did Tony finally read something in her blog that he couldn't handle, and come after her with a sawed-off shotgun? The world wants to know!

And do you guys remember when we had a Yahoo! Club? Man... Things are so quiet around here. There are six of us left. 6 X 4 = 24, compared to 12 X 3 = 36. But nobody ever posts that much but me anyway. Blah. SPEAK, PEOPLE!

Eva: I demand you talk about Indian food and your crazy aluminum foil using and blood painting roommate. Or the protest marches. COME ON!
Rachael: You KNOW you want to talk about Tony some more, and how much you love Nicole. Or coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee is GREAT.
David: I would like a place to hide please. PLEASE. Apparently the guy talked to my dad, who muttered about 'damn kids'. Also. September 13th, 1983 = my birthdate. So. About a month and a half. <3 <3
Philo: I guess the game's over, huh? Puppet AND PM. Wish I'd been around last night but I was busy setting Bit and Byte up, who are, by the way, alive and well and now have their dechlorinator which my mom picked up for me.
Ted: HELLO! ONLY STRAIGHT MALE MY AGE! Do I have to start posting nude pictures before you'll hit on me again? Huh? Oh, wait, that's still illegal for another month and a half. But, you know, you wouldn't have to TELL anyone...

I am so fucked for tonight's quiz. I don't know how I've made it this far. IT'S BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU ALL! :D RIP: Meg, James, Bob. I will not be here tonight. I'm going out with the girls for Japanese food at the beach @ 7:30. Mm-mm good. All seven of us are going, I think...I just have to call "Alexis" and confirm that it's on. Which I think I'll do right now.

Hey, do you guys remember when we use to have a color commentary? Ah, those were the days. heh...

Eva - Cornelius is the best and I recommend checking out his album, Fantasma, if you can.

Sorry for the quick post, but things have been crazy over here. Ok, off to the giant robot party I go.

I bought two Siamese Fighting Fish. I am truly proud they have not croaked yet. When I was younger, I had two goldfish, and it eventually progressed to a big tank, etc...We got rid of the tank years ago.

I was going to name them after the puppet and them puppetmaster, but Mark got really mad at that idea and started yelling about it. He asked me to name one of them "Puppet+PMname" and "Markhatespuppetmaster". Haha. Plus, they're both male. So. And, if I was wrong, I'd be fucked. F-U-C-K-E-D.

OK, so I'm currently applying for a job within an animal rights organisation, and I'm stuck on "Brief description of personal interests in animal welfare and protection". OK, I'm vegetarian (except for seafood. Yeah, I know there's no excuse for it. Shut up), I boycott companies that test on animals, and I donate by standing order to the SSPCA. (I am also wearing a leather studded wristband, but like I said, shut up.) I think first of all I need to explain why I care, though. I think somehow that'd be more what they're looking for, and the fact that I was an earnest little 13-year-old demonstrator outside the circus in Bangor would be a little beside the point. So, naturally, my mind has gone blank. Help.

So, thanks for the illuminating profile, Philo! I now feel somehow like a St Bernard. Speaking of which, I'd love buy you a drink if we were ever in the same part of the world. I think we'd have a great time out on the town together. (~~Maybe we could split up a couple!~~ I shall refrain from quoting Tales Of The City.)

Last night I went for a pint after work and introduced the random Canadian to the random Australian. Now, the reason why I know the random Canadian is random enough in the first place, and I'm not going to go into it because it would be long-winded ... but, after about twenty minutes of conversation, we discovered that a) the random Canadian used to play in a band (called Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret) with an ex-flatmate of mine (who is my friend because her best friend wrote to me after reading my column in a Canadian magazine); and b) the random Canadian knows someone who knows the random Australian. In probably some equally random way, but I was too busy taking in the first disclosure. Whoa. That six degrees thing is so true.

I collected for Waverley Care at the Jazz Festival today. Great music; better crowd than the Tom Jones fans, though it's still disheartening when they blank you. But it's worth it when someone runs after you to slip a fiver into the bucket. Or even 10p. It's all good. Good luck on the blogathon, folks!

Rabi and Peter are both doing the 24-Hour Blogathon this weekend... so they'll either be doing a lot of Colo(u)r Commentary posting or none at all. Either way, yay you guys. Also yay all your sponsors.

Well then. Philo confesses to being both Puppet and Puppetmaster. I guess that just about wraps up the game. Glad your report's over with, Phi. Enjoy the hot tubbin'.

I got my interview packet from BNEC* yesterday, speaking of absences from the game. They'll be flying me out Wednesday, interviewing me Thursday and I'm coming back late Thursday night. It seems like a really brief interview to me--9 AM to 3 PM--but I figure that just gives me less time to screw up. My flight back isn't until 8:30 or so that evening, so I'm going to try to get together with a friend or two in the area for an early dinner.

Got together for coffee last week with the woman from the dance. Interesting lady; still waiting for her divorce to be finalized, from a marriage that lasted all of three weeks. (This sounds vaguely familiar...) We were going to get together again this weekend to watch videos, but she's ill.

Note to self: Do not do anything to piss off 17-year-old neighbor girl, especially if she's a hard-drinking bisexual glam-goth linux guru. Oh man, Ashley, I hope for your sake you're the Puppet, 'cos if you're real...well, God help you. If you need to flee the country and lay low for a while, there's a small Southern town where you can hide out--they'd never think of looking for you here. (Um, when did you say you were turning 18?)

Okay, Now I need to go read up on stuff for my interview. Or go see a movie about monkeys. One of the two. (Wait, never mind--I've got my own monkey movie right here!)

*Helpful tip for sleuths: Don't bother trying to do a web search on BNEC; it just stands for Big Name on the East Coast.

Hello and welcome to Philo talks to himself:

Philo: Dude, what's up?
Philo: Not a lot, u?
Philo: Same. So how you think this game is goin?
Philo: Well dude I've had a great time. I feel lucky to have been a part of it.
Philo: Totally man, i hear ya, me too. It's too quiet tonight.
Philo: Yeah, I noticed that.
Philo: Like where are my West Coast Peeps tonite, Ashley? Rachael? Ted?
Philo: Don't know dude. I was waitin for some Color Commentary.
Philo: I hear that, I love me some Color Commentary. I wonder where they are.
Philo: Maybe they're with the others.
Philo: What about Eva and David?
Philo: Oh, they're asleep.
Philo: Ernie?
Philo: Asleep.
Philo: Right.
Philo: I'm kinda sleepy myself. I was loungin in the hot tub tonight and it was sweet.
Philo: Really? Me too, and it was sweet.
Philo: Yeah
Philo: Yep
Philo: Got plans for the weekend?
Philo: Yeah, I'm goin to this conference.
Philo: Really? Me too. Is it for school?
Philo: Yep. u?
Philo: Yeah, me too.
Philo: Man, I'm startin to think you might be my Puppetmaster.
Philo: Dude, I am.
Philo: No way!
Philo: Way.
Philo: Too funny.
Philo: Yeah right.
Philo: I'm so fuckin ready for bed. See you on Sunday.

Okay, that's done, and guess what I'm doing right now? Mmmmm, that's right, I'm eating a Healthy Choice turkey tv dinner with seasoned stuffing, a medley of vegetables and a tasty cranberry apple kind of dessert type item. What could be better I ask you? I'm also waiting for The House Mate to get home so we can break in the new hot tub! It finally came today and I'm PSYCHED!!! Did I tell ya what happened? Last weekend they brought the tub and it was the wrong fuckin one. "We'll bring it the next day, sorry." Next day comes and it turns out they don't have the one we ordered in stock. "We'll have to get it from the warehouse and we can bring it next week." The House Mate wanders around for a few days venting and I make small talk about good things come to those who wait. Yeah right. And lo and behold I come home from school tonight and head into the kitchen to grab my mail. What is that I hear? Could that be the sound of gurgling jacuzzi jets? So I run downstairs and out the back door and there it is! Waiting! Taunting me with this come-hither look saying "I bet you want to get inside THIS!" and boy do I ever! And then what happens? The back door closes behind me and I'm locked out. It's been that kind of day. A major accident on the bridge that kept me waiting for an hour to go to work while I'm under a time deadline in the first place. You get the picture. It's a darn good thing nobody could ever break into our maximum security household if they really really wanted to.

The good news is the monster report is finished. In case you can't tell this is what relief looks like. I still have some minor ones to deal with on Monday and Tuesday, but it'll be a piece of cake compared to the alligator wrestling I've been dealing with. At school tonight though I sorta had bad news. Well, sorta. This weekend is the conference we're all supposed to go to for part of our grade. I swear the bozo told me it was next weekend, well, til I looked into my datebook. Oh. So yeah, I'm not going to be around much this weekend after all. I'm leaving tomorrow morning and we'll be getting back Sunday night. Apologies Ernie, but I'm so close to graduating I can't blow this, y'know? If it means I bite it or something that's cool. I was lookin at the board tonight and all along I've been thinking "if you can just make the final six that would totally rock" so I'm already happy.

Ahem - nobody will be writing me while I'm away. That would be VERY WRONG, right Ted? So you didn't have a ghostwriter. You just had a friend step in and write for you who isn't a ghost, or much of a writer for that matter. semantics... Ooo!!!!!! The House Mate is home so let the swank jacuzzi livin begin!

Ok then: A Psychic logical profile: Eva, 7/27/01
I close my eyes and go into a light trance. I channel Shirley McClaine and ask myself the magical mystical question: Who is this Eva? Who is she really? I see her life force energy start buzzing at a hot pink color and her spirit is so bright and vibrant it blinds me for a few seconds. Shirley tells me to look at her past lives and several light up that still influence who she is today. I see a red one. I see - A covered wagon! It's the friggin Midwest around 1870 and Eva is male on her way to look for gold in some godforsaken place. She never finds any cause she gets distracted by odd characters, cheap booze and saucy hookers. Today Eva is still being influenced by her past life crotchety demeanor and his wild sense of adventure. She's the kind of chickie who goes where life takes her even when it isn't where she wants to go. I see her big big life lesson is to own her journey this time and not get caught in the web of debauchery that continues to find her. What? Oh you're right, this could all be a part of her bisexual nature too! And look Shirley, this other life over here has a strange green vibration! There are dark woods, Mountains even. Could it be? Why yes, it is the Matterhorn! Eva's an old Swiss woman wearing an apron and preparing hearty food for many people. Why is she doing this? Oh I see now, she's a cook! People need to eat and Eva is like the mother to all of them. Yeah, I see that too Shirl, today she still has that same overwhelming desire to advocate for the poor, the downtrodden and marginalized. She likes to be needed and claims to loathe the aristocracy, but I doubt she'd change any of it because she digs her place in it all, her spot, her Swiss niche where she takes no sides and is pleasant to all. People can fire at her and she won't even play their reindeer games. Gee, a girl with a life like she has would have a hell of a time telling lies and fooling people - she wears her heart on her fuckin sleeve, right? Is Eva the Puppet? Absolutely not. Is she the Puppetmaster? No way Jose! She's having a hard enough time holding her own life together right now and tells us about it in great detail over and over and over. No, she couldn't be, unless of course it's all one big crock.

I was awoken this morning around six forty five. Considering i'd only dragged my sorry drunk ass to bed an hour and a half before, this was not a good thing. I had my window open because my basement room is hot. Anyway, this is what I woke up to. Neighbour man, in his back yard, SCREAMING. * = name change. I don't plan to be caught any time soon.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! JANE*!! COME SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BACK YARD!" (muffled voice from inside the house) "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE SLEEPING! THERE'S TWO INCH DEEP WATER ON THE GAZEBO ROOF, THE BBQ IS SOAKED, AND THE TRAMPOLINE LOOKS LIKE IT'S BEEN IN A RAINSTORM!" (few second pause...) "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DRIPPING, STILL? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" (more muffled voice, then a shriek from inside) "THERE'S WHAT??? YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

Grrrr. There's a whole bunch of international MBA type people using the lab here, which is how come my boss was so desperate for someone to take the late and weekend shifts. And they (the users, not my boss) are asking if the lab could be kept open another couple of hours tonight. Um, hello? Did you notice that I practically live here? What, you want to kill me? Goddammit, they're worse than first year students.

Dratted time zones. Where is everybody? Eva's the only one who's ever online around the same time I am. Well, the weekend's coming, when my schedule loosens up. That's when I really get to start obsessing about PM anyway.

"Why yes, I am rather hip for a mathematician." I'm going to have to start working that into more everyday conversations. Thanks for the compliment Eve; I did take it as such. (However, I refuse to meld my DNA with a fly, or develop anti-dog-allergy vaccines.)

Argh. Someone was just playing bagpipes. What do you need to do that for? This is Scotland, for feck's sake, we don't need any more bagpipes. It was drowning out Hot Wired Monstertrux here in my little office and distracting me from Hello Kitty Tetris. Yes, I have a meaningful job.

Earlier today at the Indian food company I still didn't have all that much to do and was feeling pretty awkward about it. The sales rep got into a discussion with the Palestinian guy (whose cousin I used to live with, small world as usual), who was only trying to escape to the mosque, about The Situation In The Middle East. I just sat and looked on. Later on the sales rep asked me about the PhD I may or may not do some day. Which happens to be about the power play between the medical/psychiatric establishment and transsexuals seeking surgery. Whoops, here we go. You know when older people sit and tell you all about their take on something even though you're the one who's studied it? I specifically say older people because of the way they talk to you ... it's not so much a conversation, more of a lecture. I don't mean to sound disrespectful because I like the guy and all, but I seem to spend an awful lot of the time in situations like this just sitting there and nodding politely because there is too much for me to say to bother even beginning. Make sense? (Say yes, Eva! ... someone ... please.)

So it went off on a tangent, as was inevitable, and I wound up hearing his theories on why people are transgendered, and by extension why people are gay and so forth ... grrrr. He figures women "become" (don't even start) lesbians because of bad experiences with men (of course) at an early age and that's why they are "driven into the arms of other women". At one point I was tempted to ask him what he thinks makes him straight, but decided to skip it. Can I just say, I REALLY HATE IT when straight people go on about what makes us queer. Not simply because they of course don't analyse their heterosexuality in the same way, but because WHO CARES? I have better things to do than sit around debating whether it's in my genes or my socialisation.* Whatever. Next!

So anyway, yeah. Meghan, I didn't expect you to go, somehow. You were starting to grow on me. By the way, is a post-puppet blog gonna happen, or is everyone just going their separate ways?

Ted, I know Cornelius, though sadly I only have one of his tracks so far. While we're discussing Japanese music, ever tried Melt-Banana? God I love them and I have no idea what they're on about. They sing about things like Lego. I used to put Charlie on in the record shop when we were closing so that everyone would just leave already. It has been known to make small children cry.

Ashley, watch it with the vodka. Even I steer clear of it and obviously you know what I'm like. I'm a bad drunk as it is without going to such unnecessary lengths. So, are you in trouble with your neighbours yet??

So tonight I thought I might get some rest after work, but what the hell, I'm going to go for a pint with a random Australian from worldsurface.com. I can bring my Canadian with me. Then tomorrow it's more collecting for Waverley Care (who, by the way, have just accepted my proper volunteer application and I'll be training in the autumn) followed by, ooh, another 5 hours in the lab. Joy.

Oh my. I think there are some American high school students learning to ceilidh in the main hall.

* Like sitting around playing Hello Kitty Tetris and being in on-line gameshows. Um, so anyway.

Eva that's a great psych profile of me. I can see me now: Let's see, I want to create an alternate personality to live vicariously. I think I'll try being a woman. Yeah, maybe someone living somewhere interesting, like Scotland or something. Someone who listens to the coolest music, and has a lot of hip, edgy friends...maybe bisexual, that's always exciting. Wonder if I can work some good exotic food in there too?

Rachael--if I exist only in a group setting, does that make me the Puppet? Or the Overmind?

All I can say about Meghan's elimination is: Boy was I totally, mindbogglingly wrong. I can't imagine how anyone could have been further off. (No offense intended, Meghan...) Well, it takes the pressure off for next round--I figure random guessing will be about as good as any new theory I could come up with at this point.

Hey, we've got some pretty cool symmetry going with the greyed-out boxes up top. Huh.

Ashley - Are you ok? I�m starting to get worried about you girl. If you�re reading this, just drink lots of water and try to sleep. DON�T GO OUTSIDE ANYMORE!!! If you�re still up and you need someone to talk you through, just im me at tedpuppet alright? Take care of yourself sweetie.

And in other news: I went to a karoke night tonight with some friends. You wouldn�t know it, but my voice is completely shot right now and I can barely speak. It might be due to the fact that I sang "Paradise City", "I will Survive" , and "Dancing Queen" , like almost one after the other. Note to self: NEVER pick really high-pitched songs ever again.

And Philo - If I wasn�t me and I read your arguments for why I was the Ghostwriter, I would believe you too. But the fact is that I wasn�t. And whatever I say to you to defend myself, you're not going to believe anyways. So you could continue to accuse me of being so, but I�m just going to keep on telling you that I wasn�t because well�I didn�t have a ghostwriter. . So it�s up to you dude. And btw, I honestly like you too.

oh god. ohgodohgodohgod. i drank. i drank a lot. way too much. i will not be doing that again for a very, very long time. i cannot believe i did this.

i hate my neighbours, right. WITH A FUCKING PASSION. they play loud music late at night and early in the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon too. anyway i hate them.

i went outside in my pjs with my screwdriver. got into james bond mode... *cues mission impossible theme* snuck next door, into the GOOD neighbours yard... (so that bad neighbours wouldn't suspect me) onto their porch... grabbed their hose... aimed at BAD neighbours backyard... and SPRAYED...

...trampoline...windows...doors...bbq...gazebo...dog...and right into an open window.

enough said. i don't know what the fuck they're going to do when they awake to find an upstairs bedroom probably close to an inch deep in water. i kept the hose aimed in that window for a good two minutes. i don't know why they didn't wake up.

Meghan? What the fuck? I've been at work all night writing reports, like what else is new. The biggest honker is due tomorrow and I even bet money I'd lose today and it'd all be over. My best friend and I were yakkin on the phone about gettin out of town for a night or two once these reports are finished and I thought for sure it wouldn't be a problem. HAHAHA! Meghan? I don't have a clue what the hell you were doin. I wish Ernie would've put up your blog link cause I have to know what you're normally like. You had me fooled. You were playin the puppet?

I'm startin to feel like Rudy or Roger, them old guys from Survivor? They kept hangin in there too. I'm not that old, but whatever. I guess this means I'm not getting out of writing a psych profile . I can't do it tonight cause me brain be scrambled. Eve: Nope, wasn't me. I've been known to feed my face in Rockridge, but not tonight. And yeah Ashley, what happened to your expose the ghostwriter campaign? Thanks Eve for puttin all that together and totally, someone is lying through their teeth and since he didn't fess up I'm gonna bet cash money it's Ted. I thought about it and get this: The guy says he's goin out of town and from the moment he leaves his writing style totally changes, not to mention he's suddenly surrounded by beautiful women and he's delerious and shit, right? Then, like totally out of nowhere Ted completely goes OFF on me for no apparent reason, only to blame it on having some made up fever nonsense later. Your flame didn't even sound like you. Then the ghostwriter news comes and I'm like HELLO? Did your ghostwriter write you into a fuckin corner? Oh, and by the way, I like ya and all, honest, but you suck. You're psych profile's right on target Ashley even blitzed - Ted ain't the puppet, HE'S THE CHEAT! If I'm wrong I'm wrong, but I'm not, eh Ted? Us old guys notice these things.

1) the puppet wouldn't have the nerve to hide behind a durian fruit and must be a real person, or based on one anyway
2) ted has a really cool shirt. this means nothing, only i wanted to say it again
3) i found a news story on that rave he claims to have been at that got shot up, and it seems quite accurate, AND he said it before it was published, so it has to be true. i'd paste the link but i'm too drunk to find the goddamn thing right now.
4) he's flirting with me. not the best argument, but i'm flattered. you better be real, mofo.

yeah, i know i said i wouldn't redo it, but i did. bite me. thank god for spellcheck also. i'm going for a walk, i think.

I have been drinking a lot. A LOT. Forgive me if this post is garbled. I do not want to get kicked from this game.... I am kind of too obsessed with it right now. Oh well. I think I know who the puppet and the puppetmaster are, but I can't tell any of you, because THAT WOULD BE BAD STRATEGY. Okay?

Yeah, I drank too much vodka. There's not much else to comment on! OH and thankyou Mark for spellchecking this. YOU rock. I love you.

I completed my quiz and sent it in. I am a bit tired, but feeling better today. Work was nice. It wasn't too busy or too slow. I did knock a two pound bag of Gold Coast off the counter during a rush. There were beans everywhere before I had time to clean them up.

A psychological profile of David as a puppet. David claims he lives in a small Southern town. He provides little information regarding his surroundings. His personal disclosures focus on the past. His life needs at present center on ergonomic desk chairs and ballroom dancing. This would appear inconsequential if not for his delusional tendencies. He hears movie advertising in parking lots. He suffers from flashback episodes. He can not remember if he is in a small town or a city. He works in an office of size where employees where ties.

His comments reference what others have said. He is comfortable speaking only of others. He is friendly though. His social skills allow him to remain pleasant and invisible. If he had a website what would he write about? David exists in a group setting only.

Those quizzes are seriously getting harder as this game goes along. Need to eat... and rest... And damn, I still have to write up that psychological profile. Where did I put my DSM-IV....

I'm really worried about that quiz. Again, if this is it then its been fun. later skaters. Peace in the Middle East!

I'm tired. I read the quz before I left for work and had time to think about it all to day, which is probably wh my boss wasn't that happy with me. Could it be possible taht the whole ghostwriter thing was a scam, something to liven up the game and let the sepctators see us all point fingers in every direction. I told you thinking fucks me overwhich is wy I turn into a jealous bitch in so many of my relationships.

Anyway, I honestly think I am going to be gone this evening. It wasn't that the quiz was difficult it is the fat I question myanswers and then once I send it in I make a list of all the ones I got wrong. Then I think about it all afternoon, obsess if you will, until I log on and see that my picture isn't greyed out. At least that's what I have been doing so far. I'm tired. My legs hurt.I am gogin to take a nap and hopefully when I wake up I will still be around.

It has crashed twice, and lost two long posts of mine, and I am started to become VERY frustrated. I think I may format soon.

I was bored last night so I started to crochet this ball of yarn I found in my room. When I was younger, like 10 and 11, I used to crochet and knit all of the time. I can crochet and knit, I can cook, and I can clean. My god, I think I can take care of myself. Maybe I'd make a good wife one day.

Anyway, I just wanted to say goodbye. Because I'm pretty sure I did badly on that quiz.. specially after what Ern posted in the puppetchat. Bah. Screwed, I am. But then again, I've said that the last five rounds.

Has been assigned the role of "nice guy" and also "boring", although I would contest the latter. Has sophisticated interests, such as ballroom dancing and poetry about moths. Has been unlucky in love, fitting neatly with the "nice guy" stereotype. Slightly wacky sense of humour (see Durian Durian).

Generally comes across as amicable and diplomatic, although I couldn't help but wonder if his comment to Ashley ("Don't worry yourself about checking back here for a quiz or anything while you're out having a good time") was a little bitchy and indicated dislike for her.

David's presentation of himself as a normal person had onlookers from day one convinced that he was undoubtedly real, although I would suggest that such an apparently balanced individual might be quite easy for someone to dream up. However, this is not my actual theory. I would suggest that David is using the game to create another individual with a different lifestyle in order to live vicariously through him or her. He has proven himself to be articulate, knowledgeable and well-read and I am confident that he has enough imagination to carry it off.

DAVID YOU RAWK!!! that was the funniest psych profile I have ever read. I was seriously on the ground rolling with laughter.

And Eva - I love Pizzacato Five too!!! They're sooo awesome. Too bad they had to break up. Such a Beautiful Girl like You has to be be one of my favorite songs of all time. Have you heard of Cornelius? He rocks like no other. The boy is totally a fucking music genius.

I managed to get, oh, a whole hour and a half between jobs today. I left the first one early 'cause there wasn't much to do and I had just typed a three-page letter to my pal in prison and I felt bad for not working. I did get to sample some onion bhajis though. If it wasn't for the food there, I would have wasted away by now. Thank ungod I'm not working in a cardboard box factory or something.

So, in between buses and feeding the cats (alive and well thankfully), I got all of twenty minutes to myself at home, which I spent drinking half a cup of tea, eating my last slice of bread and reading Bitch. I went to my cupboard to gather food to keep me going till 11 tonight. "Some chocolate and a packet of crisps ... no, wait a minute, this is my DINNER we're talking about here! ... OK, another packet of crisps." Paused for a moment to reflect on how pitiful that is, and then went on my way.

Of course, there are people out there whose working LIVES consist of this sort of running around and long days and no time to themselves, so I don't really feel entitled to whinge about it seeing as I've opted to do it for a couple of weeks.

Ted, I love Pizzicato Five! I have been known to fill my 5CD player with P5 CDs and just set it to RANDOM. After a couple of weeks my flatmates would be ready to lynch me.

Hey Philo, you gave that answer in your high school reunion book? Good on you! You know, I have an entry on friendsreunited.co.uk and I wanted to have random stuff like that on it (in the absence of a good job, and DEAR GOD NO marriage or children). I must admit though that I didn't out myself on it, although it should be blatantly obvious if anyone finds my site. I guess I just don't want to fuel their gossip, even though I'm not going to be concealing anything if I run into any of these people again In Real Life.

There's a random Canadian staying with me just now. She's a friend of a friend (the friend in question actually being a random Canadian who stayed with me three and a half years ago) and she came across from Glasgow last night. I feel bad that I can't show her around or anything. She seems pretty self-sufficient though. Anyway, I suppose now I am just stalling for time because I don't want to embark on that psychological profile thing. Goddammit Ernie, you and your topics. Grrr.

First encounter with the subject was a visual examination of subject's portrait. Examiners variously described subject's facial features as "baby-face" and "psychopathic killer," indicating a broad range of possible personality indicia. It is to be noted, however, that even the examiner who adopted the "baby-face" interpretation expressed a belief that that appearance was a front for deeper, more sinister personality traits.

Subsequent conversation with subject revealed a marked obsession with food, focussing in particular on "boba" (a semi-liquid, semi-solid drink/snack known also as "bubble tea" and "pearl milk tea"). This oral fixation indicates a strong desire to control his environment. The control element is further emphasized by subject's insistence on the correct method of preparing boba, and loudly vocal indignation upon learning that it had been incorrectly prepared for another player. The fascination for boba--a food that is highly ambiguous both in name and in nature of composition--indicates that the subject wishes to submerge his own identity behind a false front.

Further reinforcement of the "false front" conclusion can be seen in the subject's self-portrait. Although the directions given for the portrait were deliberately vague, the subject goes to great lengths to obscure his face in the picture.

Information has recently come to light that subject had planned to perform some sort of study--quite likely psychological in nature--involving human subjects. Subject has encountered difficulties with the authorities in obtaining authorization to perform said study. Subject may be prone to transferring his manipulative interests from the PuppetMaster game onto his proposed study population, or vice versa (it is not clear at this time which drive may have preceded the other).

This examiner's conclusion is that Ted fits the psychological profile of a Puppetmaster, and care-givers should take this information into account when determining an observation and treatment regimen.

I'm as miffed as Ashley about the decision to let the cheater stay--I think Ernie opted to choose crowd-pleasing over the integrity of the game. Then again, why would Ernie be running this game in the first place (not to mention two previous games) if he wasn't an attention whore? I don't think you made the right decision, Ernie, but I also don't blame you for it.

Be that as it may, I am not going to say I wasn't ghostwritten. If I had been, why would I have any compunctions about lying about it now? If I wasn't, why should I give away what little edge I might have from keeping it mysterious? I could even claim outright that I was ghostwritten, to throw you all off the scent. Rachael's long and sincere confession immediately awoke the cynic in me, wondering what she's really trying to hide...

Hell with it. If the hosts are willing to let the ghostwritten player off scot-free, let them.

I don�t agree with the poll results either, and I think the contestant with the Ghostwriter should at least fess up about it. I never had a ghostwriter nor will I have one in the future. As unbelievable as some of my stories may seem, they all happened to me. I just happen to lead a weird and random-ass existence.

Wow Rachael that was really big on your part to admit what happened to you. This is now your game to lose.

Thank you for your get well wishes everyone. I do appreciate it. I just woke up from a nap. Nicole did come by after work. I was too sleepy to visit much though. I wish I felt better. I have a lot I want to explain. I feel very wierd about all of this, but I do believe it is the right thing to do.

I had not imagined I could really win the game until I witnessed the mistake. It happened very early on. I believe it was the third day. I signed on and a new post struck me as very strange. A certain contestant's picture and name were attached, yet it was clear it was not their story. A bit later I refreshed my browser. The post remained only the name and photo had been corrected.

I explained to Ernie what had happened, that I knew. It didn't even occur to me not to. We discussed what had transpired at length. The end result was we both felt bad. I did not plan or want to see what happened, but I did. We agreed to let it sit for a bit and speak again later.

The following day I explained how I felt. I wanted to win, but not like this. It just wasn't right even if it none of this was my fault. He suggested I stay and help run interference. I have done so to a limited extent. The truth is I have not been enjoying this. My participation has felt somehow tainted almost from the beginning. I don't think I can fully describe it. For close to three weeks I have played this game believing I could not win. I've known my date of departure. It is easy to lose your enthusiasm knowing you will "lose" and when from almost the very start.

Ernie and Bel eventually had the idea of changing the nature of our tests. The memory questions and site locations were added because of my situation. As each quiz has grown increasingly difficult I started to wonder if I could compete again after all. I discussed all of this with Tony and Nicole the night of Jessica's party. They encouraged me to give it a try, but only if it felt right.

On Sunday I spoke with Bel and Ernie. A part of the reason I felt so good Sunday night was a result of our conversation. I explained my desire to stay in the game with one condition. I wanted everyone to have knowledge of what had transpired. It wouldn't feel right any other way. Ernie had the idea of creating the yahoo poll and I agreed to follow whatever concensus could be reached.

Today I read the good news. I imagined I would feel relief. In reading Ashley and Philo's posts I felt the need to explain now, not later. It is true this is a game of secrets, but I feel very strongly this should not be one of them.

It feels very good to be playing again. I will assure you I am even more uncertain I will reach the final four. Ernie assured me each quiz would be increasingly difficult. I can honestly say if it had not been for the mistake I doubt I would still be here. It is true I know two key pieces of information. My memory is not the best. I've had little luck locating most of your websites. In order to make this even more fair I wanted to tell the truth. If any of you are voting for me as puppet or puppetmaster you will want to change your vote. In telling the truth I am very aware of increasing your chances of winning. It seems to be the fairest thing I could do.

James, perhaps this helps explain my reactions to you. I was chatting with Meghan online when I received that email. I still do not know who sent it and I don't really care. There was a link to the other game you were participating in. I couldn't believe when I saw your picture. Meghan was able to discover a lot. She even located your home address and telephone number.

Ernie knew nothing of it. You didn't even tell him James. It is true Puppetmaster is a game of secrets and lies, but this was one Ernie should have been told. He could have cast someone else. You showed him, the game and all of us actually little to no respect. The only thing you think about is yourself.

Your repeated ignorance to not knowing why I did not like what you did is ridiculous. It was one thing during the game. It was not until I "cried foul" you even quit Freakiest Wink. Your picture has been removed now, but everyone can still read the truth here. James, you wanted an explanation? You knew it all anyway.

My knowledge regarding the second poll is the same as anyones. Ashley, I have never had a ghostwriter either. It wasn't me. Tonight has felt liberating even though my stomach still feels nauseated. I can't say I care you all know I am real now. I had nothing to lose anyway. As for whomever the ghostwriter is it doesn't matter to me. I am just pleased to be a real player again.
Goodnight everyone.

Well kids, I'm sorry, but I just don't have the patience for this. I wrote a 'psychoanalysis' which took me and hour, and hit "Add This Entry" - and...

I would just like to say that every post I have made in this game have been all mine. I have not or will ever have a ghostwriter. In other news, I am going to bed. Goodnight all.

The moment I first logged on to Puppet Master I was greeted with 12 headshots, one was of course mine and another (which drew my attention almost immediately) was Rachael's. She looked cute, sweet and couldn't possibly be over 20. *click* Well, my first thoughts were wrong she is 24. Now I waited for everyone to make their way onto the blog. Fourth of July stories and Shae's coffee trips were interesting. The first few hours felt like my first day in college where all I knew of my roommates were their names and phone numbers. Still no Rachael though. Finally, she came on board, the only thing I can remember bout her post is that it was just a bit flippant, it was rather subtle though. Why would anyone want the first impression they give people to be a bitch? Well, it seems that most everyone forgot about this and went on, at east for a little while, thinking Rachael was sweet.

Later in the game, as details slowly trickled out, we learned that she worked at Starbucks. 24 and working at Starbucks, such aspirations. Maybe one day, dare I say it, she'll make MANAGEMENT. That wasn't the type of profession I had in mind for a puppet master, though it could give her enough time to post for two people.

Tony, Tony, Tony. What type of name is Tony? I knew a boy in grade school named Tony he had a bald spot and he ate a whole lot of paste in sixth grade. What devotion you show towards your boy. Though I get rather tired of girls complaining about the objections of rl people of the girls internet lives. This is voyeurism at it's best and you better be ready for someone you know to find out. I remember having, as a requirement on my first few pages, "If you know me leave now." Ha like anyone is going to respect that. People will read your "private" thought and then if they don't like what you say they�ll bitch at you for it. I believe you are new to this just because of that whole Tony fiasco; a puppet master would have to have a least a year or so under their belt.

* Don't take the above too seriously. In truth, I like Rachael. I think she's nice and I hope she is real, but then again this wasn't much of anything but yeah I tried.

Ashley: I'm with you. I think whoever tried to pull a fast one should cough up the dirt. It ain't fair and since the puppetchatter says the person gets to stay don't be surprised if I invite everyone I know to start posting for me between now and the end of the game. Or better yet, I'll just make up lies from here on out! HAHAHA! Did I ever mention I'm a world class championship bowler? And hey, I don't think I've told you all about my out of body near death experience, have I? I'm deathly allergic to buckwheat. Is any of this true? Could be. How are we supposed to play this game to win if people in it are not the puppet and aren't even telling the truth? I have never had a ghostwriter in this game and I never will. It ain't right and if those of us inside sound petty - while this has been fun it is also a serious time commitment to stay on top of it all AND there's $220 riding on it I could seriously use. I have a strong theory about who did this, but I'm gonna wait and see if he/she will confess on his/her own. If not Ashley, care to join me in some public humiliation exercises?

And Ashley, what's this about a shortage of straight men in the game. The ratio is exactly the same as when we started - 2/3. In fact all the full-time queers have left the building and there's nobody for me to hit on. Let me also point out I never called you promiscuous doll. If anything I called you a tease, a tease with dangling cherries, a siren luring unsuspecting men to crash their ships on your beautiful shores. You rule! In my world sex and sexuality are a good thing and I applaud you for owning yours.

Rachael: I hope you're feeling alright now. I hate being sick. Take care of yourself and get plenty of rest. Eva: I hear ya loud and clear about high school and how loaded all that can still be. The thing for me is I went to my ten year high school reunion, and I spent most of my time looking around wandering who all these fat and bald people were. I didn't lie and tell anybody I invited Post-It's or anything, but I did get to be myself. In the little book that went out about where everybody is now one of the questions was: What have you accomplished since leaving XXXX High School you would like to share with your class? Typical answers were marriage, good jobs, 2 lovely children, yadda yadda yadda. My Answer: I've come to terms with my sexuality, overcome a major drug problem and have achieved a degree of success as a performance artist on Cable Access Television. People don't have anything to pin ya on when you own and celebrate and tell your own truth.

Ernie: And we have to write a psychological profile of somebody? I left work early today and brought my mind numbing work home with me. Can somebody else post one and inspire me? I'm brain dead. I got pages and pages of dry technical reports to keep on truckin on right now. YAY! This fuckin fly has been buggin the hell out of me for the past half hour and I just nailed the sucker in one shot with my Donnas cd. Die! Die! Die! Oh Yes, I'm on a caffiene relapse, I'm JACKED UP and I'm taking the Express Train Straight to Crazytown! I probably need to be psychologically profiled! Woo Woo!

Philo! Tsk tsk, calling me promiscuous? Hardly. And David, I most CERTAINLY will be around for the quizzes, what do you think I'm going to spend my time off doing... having a social life? Never underestimate the power of an obsessed teenage girl. Ted hasn't been flirting with me lately, and I don't know if it would be kosher to hit on 17+17=35 (well, okay, almost) David. *bats her eyelashes* There are almost no straight guys left in the game. In these cases, I'd usually cry, but considering everyone left that's female is bi except Rachael (even though she is the closest geographically to me) - I shouldn't have a problem. HEY, MEG! EVA! How you doin? Rachael - I had a combination of mono/pneumonia/bronchitis earlier in the year and missed almost a month of school - right towards the end of my senior. I feel for you. Being sick sucks.

I must admit, I wasn't pleased with the results in the mail list thingy. I would like to state now that I have never had a ghostwriter, and would like everyone else who is a contestant/puppet-pm now to say the same, PUBLICALLY - providing they didn't ACTUALLY. So, please, tell me if you had one or not. Ashley is mad right now. I want to oust the cheater, readers choice or not. The proper thing in my mind would be to have the ghostwriter own up to it, but I don't know if it will happen. So, guys, I want to know. The way the poll went ticked me off, because we didn't really have a say in that. The readers did, and they don't have to play this damn game. Anyone else digging what I'm saying? Eva has already said she doesn't have a ghostwriter. Your turn. And whoever did... shame. SHAME. cheater.

Sometimes I'll get into this weird dancing moods at home, and I won't be able to stop. I'm dancing right now as I type. *twirls* My absolute favorite songs to dance to are Jackson Five's The Love you Save, Pizzacato Five's Such a Beautiful Girl like You, The Style Council's My Ever Changing Mood, and Suede's Trash. *starts break dancing* ok, will post more when I stop dancing. *does the runningman*

I guess there are some mistakes you don't pay for. Someone calling himself/herself d. had a thought as to how I might have messed up, but it wasn't the extremely stupid thing I had in mind.

Rachel, get well soon. Chicken soup is your friend. (7-up I'm not so sure about.) Too bad you can't sample the wonderful healing qualities of DURIAN!!! Ashley, enjoy your time off. Don't worry yourself about checking back here for a quiz or anything while you're out having a good time. Ted if you get enough durians with hats and sunglasses, maybe you won't need actual human subjects for your project. Or get the humans to hold up freaky durian masks and you can fool the ethics board. Bertie I'm retracting my previous submission and want to use this one instead:

Is that better? (Oh, and here's a closer look at the album cover for anyone who cares. Yeah, both of you.)

I didn't go to work this morning. I phoned in and Karen was very sweet. Last night I walked to the store. I purchased chicken noodle, crackers and 7-up. I was feeling a lot better until I ate. Then I felt worse again. I hope I don't have leukemia. (laughing). At least I somewhat have my sense of humor. I am bored and sleepy though. Nicole said she would come by after work. There must be something on TV.

By the way, I was so busy fucking up my posts yesterday that I forgot to say BYE JAMES! You are missed.

So I was listening to the B-52's a while ago ... I taped Cosmic Thing when I was 13 and still have it (only now it's got The Wonder Stuff on the other side instead of whatever crap was there first). Whenever I listen to it I remember what it was like when I was 13, namely: pretty fucking miserable. I always go back and write about my teenage years, basically everything leading up to leaving school. It's nothing special really; most people go through some form of teen angst and awkwardness and general trauma. Maybe I'm just still amazed that it ever ended. I mean, I felt like those days were going to drag on FOREVER. And now it's six years since I've left school, and I've had a million more experiences since then.

And yet, I've thought a couple times about what everyone else is doing. There was talk of a school reunion last year, not that I would have gone (I rarely go back to Northern Ireland), but I thought about it anyway. I worried that maybe if I went to something like that, I'd just spend all night trying to show how cool and together I am now - you know, to make up for being this hostile social reject back when these people knew me. Thankfully I don't think I would behave like that any more. But what I do imagine now is that everyone else will be out in the business world (this is how it sounds anyway from all I've heard), and doing all that scary getting married stuff. And maybe they'd look at me, not see any change at all apart from my confidence, and just think to themselves, "Hasn't she grown out of it yet?"

'Cause, you know, I look kinda funny and I'm kinda earnest (though, kids, I really wouldn't say naive) and I still want to change the world and I don't think that's such a bad thing.

Um, just a thought. Anyway, this "growing up" term has been bandied around a lot lately which really intrigues me. It's the whole combination of leaving the drug den, getting a job, etc. And the monogamy thing, although to be honest that is really not a lifestyle I'm keen on and we really need to discuss it. (And never mind that I seem to have developed a crush on someone I completely shouldn't and am desperately trying to distract myself with an overdose of lesbian porn.)

Oh, and you know what? I got asked if I would stay a couple hours more at the Indian food place tomorrow and Friday. Do you know what that means? That means that I don't get any time off between jobs. I will go to work at 10:30, stay till 4:30, jump on a bus, and be in the computer lab until 11. The new guy at the lab (he does the day shift at the moment and I take over at 5) said "Ah, but you're getting �8 an hour! I wish I was doing the evening shifts!" Cruel of him to get my hopes up. He's completely wrong. Anyway, I have a job interview first thing on Monday morning so I can't do anything bigtime on Sunday night. This means that I am going to MAKE SATURDAY NIGHT COUNT.

The random e-mail was apparently somebody's virus. Oh joy. Well, Norton says I wasn't infected, so that's okay.

Just back from lunch, where (in honor of some Japanese visitors) we were served fried rice, egg rolls an "Japanese vegetables" which looked an awful lot like broccoli, cauliflower and green beans. Whatever. It seems to me that it'd be a much better cultural-outreach type gesture to serve them some good down-home Suthun cookin', instead of the same stuff they get at home, only cooked wrong.

I just got a random e-mail from someone I don't know, explaining the evolution of the Greek gamma to our letter g, and Leonhard Euler's gamma function. Wonder what that's all about.

Philo--yeah, it took me a while to turn on to Durian Durian. All the music mags said they stink, and I didn't realize they were speaking literally.

Philo and Eve that was actually my sister in that photo, and my brother was the one shooting it. He was quite the little photographer on our vacation, stopping every once in a while to snap a shot and when we got the photos back we all were genuinly surprised by what we saw. Of course there were a couple photos we wished to get rid of (ie. the butt shot he always finds a way of taking). Gah 6am is way too early to be goign to work, I wish they would just push it back a half hour, 30 minutes would make such a beautiful difference.

I don't know what to think about the results of the polls. I think Ernie did it the best way, letting the people decided, I just wish their decision was a little different, but whatever. Like Ashley stated somewhere before, I just hope to make it past the next quiz just so I can be somewhere in the top 6.

In class tonight I was keepin my eye on this guy across the room. Y'know, kinda cute, kinda not, somethin to focus on - and then I realized his shirt said "Durian Republic" HAHAHAHA! I go from never having heard of the king of fruitdom one day, to seeing evidence of it all over the place. Ernie? Bel? Eve? Peter? Rabi? Where are your durian pix?

David: Y'know, I actually saw Durian Durian in concert once. They were great too as long as you kept good distance from the stage. Ashley: I have a feeling you probably show your cherries to all the guys and I love that about you. Eva: Women like you don't grow on trees. Loved seein the face behind the green hair. You gotta be my favorite pc bisexual feminist in the game. Meghan: Who was tryin to strangle ya in that picture? Your millionaire boyfriend from the Caribbean? HAHAHAHA!! I make me laugh. Or was it someone else? Whoever he is he looks like trouble. And hey, you're tired of hanging out at stripper clubs? Rachael: Ugh, being sick sucks. And on top of that you're a failure. I wouldn't sweat it though cuz Tony looks hot.

Spent the night talking with a couple friends after class and I'm gonna pay for it tomorrow. I'm still buried at work, BUT the new guy started on Monday and he's great! Yay! Plus I'm offering the other open spot to someone tomorrow! So there is a light at the end of the tunnel, only there are still miles and miles and to go before I get there. Oh well. And now, once again, I'm up way past my bedtime...

I'm sick. I just woke up. I wasn't feeling very well last night, but I wanted to finish my durian mission. My Jeff came over with his camera and took one picture. He lives next door. He returned a few minutes later with it on a floppy. I can't say I like it very much. I look awful. I was feeling awful too.

I felt fine when I woke up this morning. About noon I had to leave work. I was very nauseated. I came home and went to bed. I slept all day. I feel much better. I'm not going to work tomorrow though. I will probably be awake all night. Tony left me a voicemail. I wish he was here.

I know what I can do. I can post that picture. This is from Jessica's 1970's party this past weekend. In the photo is me, Tony and Jessica. I don't always appear pale or sad. It was a fun night. Anyways. I think I want soup and saltines. I don't know if I feel up to walking to QFC right now. I am enjoying all of your durian pictures. Ted, yours scares me a bit though, assuming there is a Ted. David and Philo, you are both very funny. What does a durian taste like anyway? I spent hours trying to find one yesterday. I think I will go to the store. I have groceries, but nothing here sounds appealing.

Ted, I dig your shirt. And that is one big fucking durian. Philo, your eyes scare me. Eva, you're starting to grow on me. It's weird, you went from almost nonsensical ramblings at the beginning of the game to somewhat structured thoughts on life. Looks like you've grown up a lot. Hahah, that sounds pretty useless considering it's coming from a seventeen year old. Oh, and you're hot. REALLY hot. Maybe I should be eating my words about right you right now.

On a completely unrelated tangent, I got my boyfriend the cutest birthday card today, even though he doesn't turn 21 until late August. (I TURN 18 IN SEPTEMBER BY THE WAY, AREN'T YOU AS EXCITED AS ME??) It has two little kids - a girl and a boy - in the ocean in about knee deep water, hugging. Inside it says 'I waded my whole life for you. Happy birthday'. Sigh. I am in love. It's really pathetic, isn't it?

Oh yeah. I DON'T HAVE TO WORK UNTIL AT LEAST SUNDAY. MUAHAHA. And my dad is leaving to go camping. Guess what I'll be doing?

I called one of my roommates today to see if I could stay at her place a couple days before school started. She had the cutest answering machie greeting. It was survivor themed and made me think of how every Thursdays we had "Survivor Parties" and after the show was over I would call home and tease my mom because *I* knew who got kicked off and she didn't. I miss school especially the freedom that came along with being there. I am going to have a heavy classload next year, but I have a paln to keep on track, which is always good. I probably will only follow this plan the first few days of school but that's ok, I can dream can't i. Argh, my tummy is telling me that I should of had dinner. I'm goign to bed now, since I do have to get up in 7.5hrs. Working 6am to 3pm is nice because the work day goes by hella fast, but it also means I have to go to sleep extremely early.

Things I need to do tomorrow:
Visit Grandma
Call UPS to get my refund
Call my roommate again
Get a ticket back to school
Finish layouts and send out mailer.

Ahh I lead a simple yet extremely boring life. Maybe I'll go clubbing this weekend, though the only bad thing about Portland is that is has a severe lack of under 21 clubs, and the few that I can get into get tired after awhile.

I�d just like to say that Radiohead�s "True Love Waits" is one of the most beautiful songs ever made. Its probably my favorite song to play on the guitar. Northern Picture Library�s "Autumn Easter Colours" is also damn good. I wish I was better at playing the piano tho. I would totally take lessons again just for that song.

Okay, David just did something really stupid. I've fixed it now, but it was still stupid. Anybody catch it? E-mail me if you did, and I'll give you a shout-out here.

And no, I'm not talking about using a photograph of myself as a give-away to the fact that I'm a real person. Can we have a show of hands, of everyone who thinks I might be the puppet? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I hate the people at my school. Why do people find it nessaracy to be rude and try to fuck you over??? I swear to you all now, by all the Holy Food Gods in the world, that I�m going to burn down my school. And then I will prance around its ruined burnt buildings laughing hysterically while drinking my boba. And then I will pick up one of the employees laying on the floor by the collar and shout "WHO NEEDS HUMAN SUBJECTS APPROVAL NOW BITCH"??? MUWAHAHAHAHAHA� *sigh*

Nice pixs everybody! Damn, where the hell am I going to find some durian? I just don�t know�*walks down the street*

Y'know, after we all have shown off our mad photoshopping skillz, Ted is going to come along and show us a plain old unretouched pic of himself holding an actual durian fruit. Then won't we be embarrassed.

Yow! Eva you have lovely eyes. Now you've got me hungry for Indian food--send me some?

I could have used Rachael's expertise just now. I had to make a fresh pot of coffee in the break room *grumbling about co-workers who leave the pot empty* and somehow got the thing sending coffee everywhere except into the pot. Grounds and coffee all over the counter; by the time I got it all cleaned up and another batch started the right way, coffee break was over. Not to worry though--I can sneak a cup back to my office.

right, goddammit. perhaps ernie could e-mail me with that password? 'cause this is just so not happening. ok, i'll stop bothering you now.

argh. fine, machine, be like that then. it's here. sorry for the general incompetence. and no, i do not have a ghostwriter.

I'm bitterly jealous of Ashley for getting time off. I don't have a day off until Saturday 4 August. But I can't afford to turn down any work.

So, my life at the moment revolves around bus-hopping, basically. Yay for those �1.50 day passes. Because I start at 10 or 10:30, I get the offpeak rate. I go out to Peffermill and spend 4+ hours in the office of an Indian food company. I am fast learning to appreciate Indian food (I'm not really into spices) because it means I get to eat for free, and the vegetable pakoras are gorgeous. Today was my second proper day and it was really hectic. The folks there are nice and the boss' husband is especially fabulous; he sits and jokes with me a lot. But too much of my job involves dealing with financial stuff which is really not my strong point and I'm worried about fucking things up beyond recognition.

Anyway, then it's time to jump on a couple more buses, feed my friends' cats (I didn't even see them when I went round today. If the food hasn't been touched by the time I go round tomorrow, I'm going to panic), and have maybe an hour and a half at the most to myself. It's all very tight schedule. I managed to go to the bottle bank today and nip into my old flat to rescue the sandwich maker, a saucepan and my Pingu chopsticks, and then just about made it in time for another bus so I could get to my computer lab job.

Where I just sort of sit and do nothing for 6 hours. Dinner tonight: a bag of steak-flavoured crisps and a bag of mini chocolate chip cookies. I hate not being able to get proper food.

And then I jump on the last bus home, if I get there in time, or else I have to walk. Last night New Flatmate and I watched the rest of Fight Club. Um ... yeah. I dunno. In some ways it was good and in some ways it was disappointing. But overall it is really good to watch. I know you have to really see it twice to fully appreciate it, so I'll get on to that sometime.

I've finally noticed the appeal of Rachael thanks to her durian offering. Before that, I really couldn't see what the fuss was about. Mmmm. Anyway, here is my pathetic attempt. Please bear in mind that a) I am shockingly useless at Photoshop and its ilk; b) I have no scanner access right now; and c) there are no durians readily available here and even if there were do you think I'd have time at the moment???

Oh yeah. And I don't have a copy of that old quiz e-mail. So yeah, I can't remember how to upload to Peter's site.

1) I got the job, but they're starting me at one shift a week until September. Colour me annoyed. I don't like it, but it'll do.
2) I don't want to work today. But, I have the rest of the week off until Sunday, so I suppose I shouldn't be complaining.
3) If I make it through the next cut, I will be happy. That means I've surpassed the halfway point and at LEAST kicked six of your butts. Muahaha. I plan to win this damn thing. AND NONE OF YOU WILL STOP ME! ...you know, until I get booted, just like everyone else...
4) Hi Adam. I <3 <3 <3 your music.

All hail great Durian, in whose spiny breast /
A thousand wonderous flavours have their birth /
All hail to thee! We wanderers from the West /
Here crown thee King of all fruits of earth!
- H S Whiteside
from "Gula Melaka"
Christmas, 1914

I'd never eat one though. HAHAHA! And James is gone. Sad to see you go man. Bye James. I gotta get it in gear and get to the office now. Later.

And James is gone. Bye James, sorry to see you go. *David looks around him* It's getting lonely over here in the corner. Eva, don't you go away.

Ted, congrats on getting so many pieces selected for the show. Three out of how many was it? Too bad about the Human Subjects thing. (Why's it taking the stupid bureaucrats a month to pass whatever paperwork needs passing? No, never mind, I just answered my own question.)

Ashley I assure you I spent more than 15 minutes on my picture. Granted, most of it was searching through my collection for that old Durian Durian LP, but still. *wink*

I'm dangerously low on sleep which is desperately needed for the interview I'm about to go attend. Things have been relatively quiet around here since the last couple of people left, and I'm not sure I like it. Some aspect of the game is gone. People seem to be getting lazy. I'm almost certain I spent the most amount of time on my picture than the rest of you - but said amount of time was under fifteen minutes.

Oh, god help me. I need to quit writing and do my makeup. I'm losing it. I agreed to take a friends' shift today which means I'll have worked 6 out of the last 7 days... *sigh*

I went to two supermarkets, Pike Place Market and Uwajimaya today. I spoke with two who told me durian was called something else. They did not have it anyway. Everyone else had not even heard of it. I tried though. I will tell you more tomorrow. I need sleep before work.

So I found out that I didn�t do as bad as I thought in the art show. I went to go pick up my work today, and I asked the person there how hard the judging was. She said that out of 2,400 pieces, only 400 were accepted. And a lot of people didn�t even get any of their pieces accepted. So getting 3 in was pretty good she said. I feel a bit better about it now, but I�m a little confused about the ones that they did select.

In other news, my school decided to take one big shit on me. Basically, my huge second year project is due in about a month and a half. And my school is telling me that I can�t start gathering data until a month from now because of Human Subjects Approval that I need to fix. I�m going to now burn down my school. If I�m not here anymore, its because I�m running away from the police.

On my way to pick up my work, I heard that U2 song where it goes�"you've got to put yourself together, you got stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it". I realized that line pretty much describes the last two years of my life. I miss my undergrad lifestyle terribly and I miss the people that were involved in my life at that time. College was just so great to me. I got to be in a band, I met someone new like almost every week, and the weirdest most random things would happen on a daily basis. But what I especially miss is the people that were always there. You could just walk outside your door and start talking to people and have these great conversions. Not to mention the fact that you were surrounded by like 20,000 people of basically the same age and life style. And every time I think about my life then, I feel this nostalgic pain in my heart, and it only makes my life now that more dull and lifeless. *sigh*

Ok, just finished my quiz. Damn, those questions are getting harder and harder! Thank you Belinda! Well, if this is it, then its been fun guys. see you in the afterlife.

Finally got on to Puppetchat, and there seem to be two schools of thought about Dilemma #2. Some (Ashley and myself among them) think the person should be booted immediately, others (including Bertie) say that since it wasn't explicitly forbidden in the rules, it shouldn't be penalized retroactively. I'd like to respond to that argument.

PuppetMaster is a game of identities. The whole premise of the game is that most of us are who we claim to be, and one of us is not. Sure, it's possible to lie during the game; it's possible to withhold details, or build misleading websites, or try to erase one's web presence entirely. But the point is that it's the PLAYER who's doing the misleading, and if the player screws up, he/she will pay for it. No matter how much I might try to fake a different writing style, it's not the same thing as having another person entirely "be" me.

There's no explicit rule in football (either variety) that says you can't erase the goal lines and redraw them where you want. It's such a fundamental part of the game that it doesn't need to be stated. In my interpretation, the fundamental basis of PuppetMaster is that the person writing this entry is either David, or David's puppetmaster, with no third alternative. If someone violated that assumption, then that is cheating.

Since I don't have a digicam and I am horrid at photoshopping here is my hasty durian fruit submission:

I wake up only to find a picture of David with a durian durian record cover, and to that my first reaction was�..BUWAHAHJAHAHAHA�..god that is funny!!! Way to go David!

As for Dilemma # 1, I think that they should receive some of the prize money, but should not be in the final four. It was not their fault that they discovered who the PM is, but at the same time, the whole game is potential ruined by it already.

As for Dilemma # 2, It would depend on how long the ghostwriter has been writing for the contestant. If it was since the beginning, then that�s fucked up. If it was for a short period of time, then that�s not as bad. Other than that, I agree with eva in that I need to know more about what exactly was said and stuff.

And yes, I know what Durian fruit is. I tried to eat it one time in Thailand, but couldn�t get pass the texture. Ok, busy day today�

I have been having problems with my computer today. I can't help but wonder if tossing it into the street might help it. (laughing) I walked to QFC this morning and finished my grocery shopping. It is nice having food in the apartment again. They did not have durian however. I'm going to walk down to Pike Place Market this afternoon. One of the vendors there must sell them. I think I will pick up a box of my favorite incense at Tenzing too. I'm on a durian mission Bel. Once I have it all I will need is a digital camera, but that shouldn't be a concern.

Oh, OK. So I spend the weekend moving all my stuff over to my new home (yeah, I chose that in favour of the Foot & Mouth Festival. I am a bad activist) and then embark on the shambles that is going to be my life for the next 2+ weeks (working 10 hours a day, scurrying between 2 jobs and 3 flats), and then I log on and suddenly there's, like, stuff happening!

I must admit, I really didn't want to join puppetchat, but there you go, suddenly I'm being told to. This ghostwriter thing? I don't know what to think about it. It might be easier for me to have an opinion if I knew a little more context of what exactly was involved, but obviously that can't be provided. So, I just don't know. As for the other dilemma, that is a really tricky one. In the person's defence, yeah they couldn't help stumbling upon the truth, so that's gotta suck. At least the quizzes have changed now and added a lot of memory questions - which are damn hard! I must admit, when this game started I held onto the old posts for a while, but then I gave up on doing that (busy life, y'know) and I can't be bothered starting again. I guess it could depend on whether the person in question is doing that ... and I guess even if they say they're not, we can't know for sure, right?

Anyway. Moving on. Fruits and vegetables. Mushrooms, celery and, um, grapes. Or apples. Whatever. I sort of know what a durian is. You've all educated me by now anyway. Did I read somewhere that they smell really bad?

No, Eve, I also missed the part where I revealed that I was a pornstar. It's news to me also. But buzzwords like "pornstar" are just as convenient as buzzwords like "druggie", right? Call me naive, but I thought it was all about me happening to live in a drug den (which, duh, is a slight exaggeration, but gets the point across) and suddenly having enough and needing to escape. Where did I say I was taking anything? Anyway, Philo and Ted already mentioned the limitations of this sort of casting. However, it's interesting to me that it seems to have wound up this way. I always reckoned that if I were to go in for some reality TV show (which, by the way, I wouldn't), I'd get typecast as something like the PC bisexual feminist or something ... not this. And the show's producers would be sure to find someone who would really clash with me for the sake of viewer entertainment. Well, Ernie, you did your best.

Anyway, I did make up with Flatmate 1 yesterday, which was a relief. I was moving my stuff out with a couple of friends and he was sitting in the kitchen writing ads to find someone to take my place. They're looking for a serious drinker and they're pretty set on it. Not that I can't drink, obviously, but there's excess and then there's excess. Anyway, when F1 first moved in he showed up with nothing but 200 cotton buds and a ceramic lizard he'd made. Yesterday he came over to me with it and said, "Eva, Yaka needs some peace and quiet too. Do you think you could take him with you to your new flat?" It was really cheesy but really sweet, you know?

I sat up till 5:30 Sunday morning talking to New Flatmate. It was really cool. Then last night when I got home (I made a brief appearance at my friend's ambient club, and then got followed and shouted at by some assholes in a car. Yay) we started to watch Fight Club. I'd never seen it before. I am an anti-Hollywood film snob who is sometimes misguided - it was aeons before I finally relented to watch American Beauty, and then I loved it. Fight Club looks fantastic, but after about half an hour I figured I should really get to bed. I can't wait to see the whole thing though.

New Flatmate confessed that, due to his film-making, I shouldn't be surprised to come home one day and find the kitchen covered in aluminium foil. "I also finally found someone who's willing to play a corpse for me. I'm going to cover them in pig's blood, because fake blood just doesn't look good enough ... Oops, I shouldn't be telling you things like this yet, should I?" Despite this, I am convinced he is a lovely boy.

I have a sneaking suspicion our ghostwritten player is the one I've been calling the puppet on our last couple quizzes.

Bel--I know durian fruit by reputation only. As for rushing out and buying one, well, call it Problem #428 of living in a small town in the South. Favorite fruits/vegetables: asparagus, rhubarb and Italian prune plums. Can't hardly find prune plums any more, but you absolutely need this variety to make a decent plum kuchen. (This isn't quite the family recipe, but it's close.)

1) I like David's 10% idea. Seems fair to me. If they DID get to the final four, it'd be extremely unfair and they're a shoo-in to win.
2) Kick out the person who had a ghostwriter. Now. No waiting for quizzes, no waiting for polls. OUT, NOW. Cheater. CHEATERCHEATERCHEATER! Yes, I feel rather strongly about the topic. The rest of us have been busting our asses to hide, write convincingly yet guardedly, and change our writing styles. YOU just got someone to do it for you. Cheater. Ahem.

Now that I'm done being a five year old, it's time for my nap. I get cranky, you know.

Yahoo! is giving me grief; I can't get into Puppetchat to see what dilemma #2 is exactly. I gather someone was playing unauthorized Puppet? My recommendation is, throw him/her to the dogs. Immediately, unceremoniously oust the player from the game. That's the kind of game-spoiler that should not be allowed. Cruel, but that's what you get for cheating.

Dilemma #1 is a harder one, since it was completely unintentional on the part of the player. I don't think that player should be allowed to qualify for the Final Four--but at the same time, a mug isn't much of a consolation prize. Perhaps, if the others are willing, the player could get a small part (10%?) of the prize money as a token?

Well, today is my first day of relay, which means I will be going to work in 27minutes. Everyne else seems to be ready but me. My sister woke me up at 4:55 and my mom just shouted across the house to see if I was up. I made a rule a long time ago that I would never wake up it the frst number on the clock was a 4 and it was still dark outside unless there was an emergency or I was going to the airport. I was thinking about the dilemmas last night and I guess the thing that bothers me the most is that it is very probable that the person who happened upon info will be the one to leave while the person who use dishonest methods will be allowed to stay. Well, I'm off... I just we'll all just have to wait to see how this whole thing pans out.

I agree with what all of you have said. Working on the latest quiz tonight I feel confident it will take more than that to win as well. The amount of information to sift through is enormous. We are merely at the half way mark. I am all for letting whomever stumbled upon the knowledge stay in the game, especially if it is me.

I have given thought to the other issue. I wish we knew how long it had taken place. If it was for one day I do not see that as being harmful, although a puppetmaster for oneself would be unlikely for a single day. It must have been longer. I don't know how I feel about this. I will follow the will of the group.

It has been a beautiful day I will not let any of this tarnish it. I'm also grateful I do not work in the morning. I spoke on the phone with my brother for almost an hour today. I can not recall us ever having such a conversation. It was more like speaking with a close friend than my brother. Thank you for supporting me here on Puppetmaster and elsewhere. It means a lot to me. The redesign of my site is almost finished. I am very excited about it.

Nicole and I took a leisurely walk up to the park tonight. We sat by the donut statue and had the best conversation. I am so glad she is a part of my life. I'm listening to Madonna's "Ray of Light" cd and eating a granny smith apple, one of my favorite fruits. I must also choose grapefruit and marionberry for my other two. Three vegetables I am particularly fond of are artichokes, asparagus and jicama.

Damn, now we have a quiz too! I just went down to 7/11 and grabbed myself a cherry cola slurpee and I was alreading suffering from brain freeze! Bel and Ernie, you are much trickier than I thought. It's a good thing my Mama taught astrology classes. Back when I was in elementary school I used to come home after a bad day, crying, and she'd say, "Now honey, I told you Mercury was retrograde. Nothing will be quite right for another two weeks so you best just get used to it." At the time I thought a hug might have been more useful, but maybe I was wrong. Thanks Mom.

Philo and Meghan I am agreeing with you both. While it wasn't stated in the rules that the puppetmaster couldn't get help with his/her puppet I do, however, think it was unfair that for a time a whole other person stepped in and wrote the puppet. Its really unfair because like Philo said we were not aware that we could have been thrown off by inconsistancies of two different people, ya know? I don't want the game to go to hell over this point because, well, the game is too damn good for that, ya know?

Now, delima #1. My only regret is that I wasn't the person there to catch it. I admire that person for emailing Ernie right away and telling him because I don't think I would have been that quick to act, for real? I do want to say "its not fair!" but that person just happened to be lucky. If it all boils down to it I say hand over the prize pot to the lucky bastard. After all, if somebody would have just happened to walk in on that Mole chick speaking into her lapel mic who could honestly raise their hand and deny that the person found out who the mole was, even if it was by accident.

Bel Fruits--- Plums, watermelon (I'm a country boy, yo'), and Bananas (duh! shut up you!) Veggies-- Corn, Peas and Broccoli

Yawn. Memory questions are confusing and a bitch. THANK YOU BELINDA < / scowl > But I'm done now, and I think I'm good to go. Food for thought... yellow cherries, pomegranates, and mangoes. Yes I know what Durian Fruit is.

I'm rather hungry. I haven't eaten all day, and I don't know why. I need to go cook, but I'm lazy. The Goth Girl can't be bothered to get out of her dark basement bedroom.

Oh, Rachael? Thank you. Your immaturity suits my supposed age well, too. I guess we have more in common than you thought.

Philo I agree with you. We are trying to find one puppet not two. This person fabricated another puppet, possibly leading other contestants off track. This wasn't only wrong, but it was completely unfair to do such an outwardly decetful thing. I on't care if the ghostwriter was writting about actual events in the contestants life, people have different styles of writing, spelling, vernacular... and that could be all that is need to sway one persons answers; sealing their fate. This makes me so angry.

So I come in after eating some majorly delicious BBQ in the backyard and the game's gone completely mad! No wonder Bel wants to talk about fruits and vegetables and send us off shopping in some exotic fruit section. What's up with that? And then there's dilemma #1 and dilemma #2. Fuck. The way I understand it is the Puppetmaster made an error and someone was there to catch it and now knows everything. Wow. That is, gosh, gee, uh, well? It's kinda annoying and unfair, yet I do see the point that it's not their fault either. If it was me in that situation I'd want to win the game for real, y'know? If you guys can figure out a new quiz system where it'd be more fair I say keep em, unless of course it's someone I don't care that much about. HAHAHA.

And then there is Dilemma #2 which I have to say pisses me off. I don't know which one of you wasn't writing for yourself or for how long, but that's not fair. It doesn't mean I won't go with the flow and whatever the voters say it's cool, but what Ernie is saying is for some unstated period of time there were two puppets in the game. I think that sucks, especially if I have the wrong lead and the - god what do you call them - temporary puppet ends up winning. I was under the impression those of us who are playing were supposed to be telling the truth here.

My favorite fruits are cherries, green seedless grapes and nectarines. My favorite vegetables are asparagus, leafy green lettuce type objects and beets. Beets are one of the two most amazingly nutritious vegetables and I qualify my choice with that piece of info. Come to think of it didn't I read a story about beets earlier today? Why yes, I did. Ya gotta love beets.

I made my 3-hour drive in beautiful weather, just to hit some rain showers about 15 minutes from the beach. Fortunately, they passed over quickly and I got to my destination just as the sun came back out again. Caught my first whiff of sea-breeze and I knew I had been long overdue for my periodic beach fix.

The wind was blowing fair-to-middling strongly off the ocean, and raising waves that were just perfect for sporting in. Off on the horizon, shrimp boats, tugs and huge cargo ships went about their business while squadrons of pelicans flew their patrol missions along the shore. There were a lot of people, but not so many as to make the place feel crowded. Lots of kids with boogie boards, a pair of adventurous little girls with a huge inflatable pink mattress. Some guy had hooked a kite onto a go-kart, and was tearing up and down the beach at a hell of a clip. Excellent people-watching to be had, whether you were interested in good-looking {men|women} in bathing suits, or just variety and quirkiness.

I splashed around a little, but not nearly as much as I had planned because I ended up sitting and talking for a couple hours with this older couple and another family that was visiting them. They invited me to eat dinner with them--a cookout on the porch of their seafront house. I'd've visited with them longer if I hadn't had to get back home.

I drove back into a huge, fat, orange sunset. When it faded, there was a perfect creamy yellow sliver of a new moon, and as the sky darkened, you could see the palest pearly circle of the old moon cradled in its horns. I've always loved that sight, and tonight was one of the best times I've ever seen it.

Now I'm going to rub about a gallon of lotion into my skin (sunscreen only goes so far), and slippery-slide into bed. I'll think about Ernie's dilemma tomorrow.

a durian is a spiny green fruit... never ever actually had one but i have tried to convince my mom to buy one a few times. they just look so fucking cool

Ernie must be going nuts with all the drama that's going on right now. I love me some Ernie simply because he's not cracked under this pressure. We adore you, Mr. Internet Probst.

And James - if only you weren't gay... <3 Joking, really. But Peter on the other hand... Woo. I have boys jumping to my defense. But maybe that's because they *sniffle* know I'm fake now.

Dude Ernie that sucks. I don't knw what I would do in your place. Or the Puppet Master's or the person who found out. Does that mean that we won't have a quiz until Wednesday though? Shoot this is awful.

Just read Ernie's delima. Fucking A... I don't know what to say about that. I say congrats to the person who found out though... but the whiney bitch in me wants to say no fair.

Did I mention that IE won't load on my laptop, AIM won't connect to the server and I'm using Netscrap. Pitty me foo's.

Just got back from a one year old's birthday party. Its also official that I have $8.32 in my bank account.

Ted- Today I had a whole bunch of chinese. I don't know the names of the dishes but one was this kinda baked then lightly fried fish, some aligator dish, some greens (or where they?) and just a whole bunch of birthday dishes I suppose. Then I took a container of chicken fried rice home. I love me some Lucky Palace.

Rachael is really annoying. I've tried being the "bigger" potential puppet/master, but you know, shit hits the fan and my little red anger bar has rached its boiling point. Ashley immature? Yeah, please, do us all a favor and not turn in the next quiz, your so called life with Tony would be much better off I'm sure. You know, I come to hate it when you post, if it weren't for the quizzes taking a sudden shift to memory I wouldn't even read them. "Pronto Pups"? No, kid, they're called "Pigs in the Blanket" here in the dirty south. And your eyebrows look drawn on.

Those are just a few things that bug me about you. Yeah, I know you didn't say why you dislike me, which I think was just a cheap ass piss out. I'd like to know why you hate my guts, so hurry up, grow some balls and let me know. Or better yet use your puppetmasters, you fucking puppet.

So I hear there are Rachael fanclubs, so will there be some Anti-James clubs now? Fuck yeah.

So I find out yesterday that only 3 out of 8 pieces that I submitted to an upcoming art show got accepted. I don�t know whether this is a good thing or not since I don�t know how tough the competition or the judging was, but I wish more of my work had gotten in. I thought some of the pieces that I had turned in were among my best, and its discouraging when only 3 of them got accepted. I�m getting very tired of my style as an artist, so much that I flinch with disgust every time I see one my pieces. But I�m going to start working on my new art project idea, but I need some models to work with. Anybody interested???

ashley - I don�t know if me wanting to shake my ass around on the dance floor all the time would properly describe me as a raver or my entire existence in life. Obviously, all those labels are just stereotypical archetypes of certain attributes that people in this game has expressed and have been blown out of proportion.

meghan - I do believe you have the saddest stories out of all of us. That spinal tap thing just sent chills down my spine when I was reading it. I hope you�re ok now.

David - I can�t believe they would try to censor Catcher in the Rye. That is like the best book to read while you�re a teen. One of the many reasons why I want to visit New York would be to visit Central Park and see the duck ponds.

Now Ashley were you really talking to me, or are you my master, or am I yours or am I someoneelse's puppet and just was on late last night to screw with you? muhahahaha

Ernie where's the quiz, even a challenge will do, I just need soemthing to occupy my time for at least a few minutes. I need to procrastinate more on the layouts I am doing.

Rach We have a PollyEsther's here, which I went to often, heh. I have yet to visit this summer though, maybe another time.

David I think I am going to the beach next week, now that my weekends and afternoons are free, life will be so much nicer. The last I was at the coast was Half Moon Bay during that ill-fated SF trip. I was talking about it earlier with my mom, and she jokingly asked why I didn't look for my dad's and my (ha like I'll ever see the money from it) property down there. Ohio is so very claustrophobic. It's not really MidWest and not quite EastCoast just sort of there and that bothers me.

Ashley, you do sound like a 17 year old now. Your immaturity suits your supposed age well.

Tony and I are having coffee and cereal. I am a bit hungover this morning which is unusual for me. Tony drank more than I and was fine until this morning. He smiled getting out of bed. Then a strange look came upon his face and he ran for the toilet. I don't even like listening to someone vomit. He is doing better now.

Last night we went to Jessica's 1970's birthday party. It was a lot of fun. Her dinner featured Tuna Helper, "Pronto Pups" which are hot dogs rolled in dough and baked, and Spamenadas casserole made with Spam and Fritos. I ate too many tater tots. (laughing). Everyone dressed up for it too which was cool. She kept inviting us over to the "wet bar" and I never asked why it was called that. Anyways. After cake, cocktails and presents we carpooled to PollyEsther's to dance.

I wore the purple jumpsuit I wore to Bjorn Again. Nicole and I had Tony completely pimped out. He borrowed this fur coat from a friend at work too. Nicole came as the Bionic Woman. She pretended she heard and saw things throughout the night. She would make bionic noises. It was very funny. We have pictures. I will post one later if I remember how. Peter, can you or someone explain again how to?

My teeth are clean. There is nothing more that I love in the world (well, almost nothing) than having a nice clean tongue, teeth, and tongue ring. It makes me feel so fresh. Also, I just got out of the shower. Radiohead's Ok Computer is playing in the background, and I sit here half dressed making myself feel even lazier. I have to leave in about 30 minutes, and I have basically my undergarmets on. Oh, the joys of sleeping in...

Work has been hellish, I've been scheduled Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. I also got a callback about the coffee shop job, which I call back about Monday morning. It's hours are much more regular, 3-11PM Tuesday through Saturday... or so I THINK that's the shift they want me to work. But those are really long hours, and compared to the 12-15 hours a week I'm used to, 40 is a LOT. But I do want a fulltime job to save for college... considering I'm taking a year off to work. But if the Zellers job turns out to give me 25-30 hours, I'll keep it instead. Or if the coffee shop one is part time... god scheduling would be a mess. I shall shut up now, I'm boring you all.

I had a PuppetMaster dream. We had a new 'challenge' from Ernie - bring back one of the contestants. I remember yelling really loudly at him that if he didn't bring Nancy back I'd quit, and thats about all I can recall of the dream.

I had a talk on AIM with Meghan last night. She's way more fun in real time. We talked about such things as french bread, mirrors, and sex. Hi Meghan! You rule! Seriously though. If you don't believe me, talk to her yourself. She commented that you feel like you have to 'entertain' when you post here... it's so true. You can never just post inane ramblings *cough*like i don't do that already*cough* about your life because you a) have to entertain and b) be careful about what you say.

It kind of sucks, really. Oh, by the way, where the FUCK is Peter? And I want my quiz already, damnit! MOMMMYYYYY! < / whining >

Checking...nope. No quiz yet. Today, I am going to the beach. I decided this on the spur of the moment. Never mind that it's a three-hour drive each way; I've got my driving tunes, I'm ready to just put the top down and go.

Philo, I do want to see Hedwig but I know it'll never make it to the theaters around here. Hell, Boys Don't Cry never opened, even aft