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A friend of mine calls the way I look at the world 'Katology.' I considered trying to catalogue some parts of Katology when I talked to a friend online last night.

We were talking about sex, as we sometimes do, and I told him about how my best friend told me, when she lost her virginity, that she now knew why people went to beautiful places on their honeymoon.

"So whenever the groom gets horny, the bride can say, 'Honey, let's go look at some scenery!'"

Ever since that moment, we used the word 'scenery' as a euphemism for 'too sore from having sex to do it anymore.' ;)

Writing myself

I found myself looking for the others today. Found several of them on the lists of friends and friends of friends. I find myself wanting to tell people that I am here, but whom to tell? I don't think my family would think of this the way I do.

I looked at a couple of journals of friends, people I think I know something about, and found myself wondering if I would recognize myself or mutual friends in their words. I wondered if I would find myself writing about them. I wondered if they would recognize themselves if I did.

I wonder why I am always clever when it doesn't matter. I told a guy on ICQ today that I did not want to talk to him. He asked me why. And this spiel came out, almost like a poem.

I'm a nerd. I date my type.
You wouldn't be interested in me anyway.
I'm looking for a hacker, a master, a dom,
a pencil artist, a blues guitarist,
a swing dancer, a Harley rider...
someone who wants to play chess,
understands the value of blasphemy and
knows how to do magic.

Your nickname identifies you with a college --
not even as an institution of learning but as the seat of a sports team.
I'm sure there are 2 million budweiser drinkers who care ...

Cheap shoddy immature MUCKy revenge

FurryMUCK transcript, from about an hour ago:
(look 'Character')
The body, the black paws, the grey fur, that mischevious grin, the mask, and that fluffy ringed tail. He looks like a raccoon, he smells like a raccoon, he's easily-distracted like a raccoon. Guess what? He's a raccoon!
Yes, it's 'Character.' Loudmouth, smartass, legendary asshole. Maybe not quite, though he can be abrasive and opinionated at times. He stands close to five feet tall with a stocky build, not muscular or buff, but no longer round and morbidly obese. His outfit remains the same: a white T-shirt with blue rose and black DM on it (Depeche Mode, World Violation tour, 1990), tucked into navy blue shorts. His feet are bare, save for a toe-ring here, and ankle-bracelet there.
He sees you looking at him.
+++++ That cantankerous raccoon just looked at you!
You whisper, "How old are you?" to 'Character.'
'Character' whispers, "why do you ask?" to you.
You whisper, "you're wearing a 1990 DM shirt." to 'Character.'
'Character' whispers, "Right. And your point is.........." to you.
You whisper, "i'm aiming that makes you about my age, unless you were a REALLY young dm fan." to 'Character.'
'Character' whispers, "'Character' would not know your age, as you've not bothered to You whisper, "hey, what do you mean 'bothered'? i'm working on it. :) i am 30 irl, maybe i don't feel like being that old here... :)" to 'Character.'
'Character' Player Information
.
Birthday:
8-28-72
{done}
You whisper, "and all you have is your birthday, the one and only question i had to ask you? that's odd, no?" 'Character.'
'Character' whispers, "'Character' is always suspicious when complete strangers with no pinfo file come in and begin asking personal questions without even a "hello" first." to you.
You whisper, "hmph. try being a girl. i only asked you ONE question. and don't give me crap about cinfo. back in my day (yes, I have a crotchet and I know how to use it...) we didn't have hinky little portable personal ads. You had to figure out people through actual role playing. :)" to 'Character.'
'Character' whispers, "Don't play the gender card on me. I could truly care less...... Obnoxious queries are obnoxious queries, whether you're a male or a female, and I reserve the right to call them out as such. Get lost." to you.
'Character' is enveloped in a sparkling glow as a space/time rift envelops him and he winks out of sight.
'Character' has left.
(page 'Character')
Ignore message for 'Character': The badger you have reached, 'Character,' has placed you on page #ignore. Any further attempts to reach 'Character' will result in a formal complaint being placed to the staff.

Now, I'm not supposed to get involved in petty stuff like this, right? ARGH.
I figure I'm down 9-3 in that match, and my ego is sore, so shoot me already, he's still an asshole and doesn't deserve to have me protect his shoddy name.