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Casey/Male/31-35. Lives in United States/California/San Francisco/The Mission, speaks English and  . Spends 80% of daytime online. Uses a Faster (1M+) connection.
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Friday, October 26, 2001

The Stinking Thorns?

This saddens me to admit, but I guess I'll have to face the truth sometime: I'm beginning to suspect that I'm allergic to garlic. I'll spare you the detail, but let's just say I notice certain unpleasant effects about an hour after meals that contain it (like that delicious Creamy Garlic dressing I had on last night's salad.) My mother and sister can't eat anything with garlic in it, and I'm pretty sure my sister didn't notice anything untoward until she was around my age. But I don't know for sure. I'm going to have to either see an allergist for tests or (more likely) try experiment on my own.

Garlic is served in practically everything. It's especially hard to avoid in vegetarian food, since a lot of that 'health-nut' no-salt low-fat prepared food is spiced with onion and garlic. I know that red peppers (roasted or raw) leave me burping for hours, but I never liked those that much. However I actually enjoy the flavor of garlic a lot. I'm just not sure that it likes me. Sigh.

03:26 PM PST (link)

Thursday, October 25, 2001

Mrs. Burras? Hello?

Hey, remember when Jill Matrix joked that spoiled potato salad would make a more effective biological weapon than Anthrax? Do you think that's what was in the vials they sent to Bill Clinton?

"[Secret Service spokesman Jim Mackin] said 'certain writings' were included with the package, but did not elaborate."

04:29 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, October 24, 2001

Dear Handspring Visor:

I'm sorry I said so many bad things about trying to install software into you. I just wish you would have told me earlier that you wanted to be plugged directly into the back of the computer instead of the USB hub. But now that we've come to that understanding, maybe I'll install some more software into you from Minor Demons, like Gaydar. I think I'll become a total HR nightmare and install PortaHo and PortaPimp too. And yes, Mark, with the vibrator module I'll have the kinkiest handheld device in the office.

At least, that I know of.

05:46 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, October 23, 2001

Making Circe Proud.

I can't decide whether I'm a Penguin or a Prairie Dog, though I'm leaning towards the latter. What's the animal in you?

(Link via BJ.)

05:19 PM PST (link)

Monday, October 22, 2001

Tell me something I didn't know.

You are 33% GEEK. "You probably work in computers, or a history department at a college. You never really fit in with the 'normal' crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing."
(Link via Brodie.)

Jeez, they keep coming with the quizzes:

"You are 53% GOTH. Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance you're bi. Freakiness pumps through your viens, but you can still laugh at yourself."

05:20 PM PST (link)

Life Expectancy.

When I was a wee lad, long ago, I firmly believed I would die by the time I was 30. I think it was some kind of AIDS anxiety played out in the mind of a newly out gay boy in 1985. (I'm sure it was helped along by my natural hypochondria and Gawth-ick sense of drama. In the ignorance of youth, I know I said "People like me don't have very long life-expectancies." I fear that I will live to regret saying that.) Nonetheless, I'm happy to report that today proves my 15-year-old self wrong since I've lived through to 31.

I also found that , as the years went by, the age at which I was going to drop dead kept rising. When I was 20, life was going to end at 40. At age 25, 50 started looking promising for that final dissappointment. In some ways my whole life has been one long mid-life crisis.

And thank you, Mom. Let's face it, you did all the hard work. I just screamed.

10:53 AM PST (link)


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