March 8th, 1999
Well the board is back up so gets to discussing your little hearts out. I drop by there now and again and put in my 5 cents worth. And before you tell me what a genius I am for fixing it let me just set the record straight and tell ya that Lan did it, not me. Yea, she hopped onto some relatives computer in Houston and zoom, flash, bang, had it fixed faster than you can say "Derek is a prince among men."
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your jeers. Don't screw with me or I'll unplug the damn thing. (Or better yet get Jason to hit it with a hammer).
Lan continues on with her cross country reporting trip and says she has a great story about some Mexican terrorists. I get all my Mexican news from Spanish cable TV and I ain't heard jack about terrorists but I guess she has her nose to the grindstone down there.
Me and Mr. Crowley the amazing wonder dog are discussing the pros and cons of him catching a Frisbee. I throw a Frisbee across the room and then Crowley looks at it go by his head. Maybe he's a little too smart for that game. I dunno. I could never train animals. Adam and I had this hamster when I was a kid and my mom bought this round plastic ball for him to go in so he could roll around outside his pen. I would put that hamster in there and he would just look up to me with those small eyes and quivering little whiskers and act as if I had just strapped him into the electric chair. He refused to move at all. Maybe he was afraid of being out. Maybe he liked being all cooped up. Sure loved celery though.
OK, I'm through boring you on the amazing exploits of pets current and past,