....or another way of saying hell has frozen over....

I was in Indianastan all day today, working on a newsletter for a company owned by a friend. Usually, I do this sort of thing at home, but they wanted me to design the whole thing, not just write and edit the text parts, and they're using a program I don't have and am not familiar with, so I had to go out there.

So, having the type of ADD that I do (PAWTIAD ADD, or Putz Around With The Internet All Day), I checked on JSH and saw I had some e-mails. And one was from someone whose name I did not recognize.

Turns out I actually got an e-mail from somebody local, only about 30 miles away.

She is going to be in BIG TROUBLE for violating rule 93.A.1.c, which says no one is allowed to e-mail me unless they are at least 897,000 miles away.

Could this have been a mistake? An illusion? A voodoo curse? An alternate universe? Maybe, I don't know....

But hell has frozen over. And all of those elderly devils, the ones who moved to Florida (or to hell, if they were really serious about it) to get away from all that furshlugginer snow in the winters, are not going to be happy with me for this one, I'm sure....

And so I wait for the other cloven hoof to drop.

The thing that really got my attention was that she seems to be aware of some of my postings here. She mentioned Russian scammer girls (a topic dear to what's left of my
for no good reason other than I like to buy plane tickets for no good reason.

And she made it a point to mention that she is, in fact, a local -- which I probably would not have noticed, had she not said so, because -- well, because this sort of thing just doesn't happen. So it sounds like she is aware of my trouble with locals.

I mean, it always amazes me the number of people who seem to keep up with the bits of conceptual continuity I throw out there -- llamas, tape dispensers, paramecia, Olivia/Hilary, etc. (Nus is particularly adept at this sort of thing) -- but to hear it from a brand-new newbie, that's -- what is that? Gratifying, in a way. A writer writes to be read, and knowing someone read something you wrote is a writer's greatest reward, after the advance, the royalty checks, and the cameo role in the movie.

For a minute, I thought I must be on another site.

But no....

The only possible explanation is that I'm going to be eaten by llamas tomorrow....

((( Lex )))) I see you had an incredible day,,, Hugs

Kewl LEX.....so whats next?

Hey Lex -- That's good news!

Are you sure it was a woman? Just kidding Lex, hope you two hit it off!

Yahoo for Lex, about time

((((((((Lex)))))) See I told you not to give up!

That's not the ONLY possible explanation.

That is awesome Lex!!!!

YAY!!!!!!!!

See Len people pay attention to you!! I don't know why...but


hey, who am I to talk!! Now what about llamas and stuff???


Good Luck Sug!!!!








{{{{{Lex}}}}} (I know I typed Len, it was a joke!)

congrats lex

See, Lex!!! Remember just go with my nvrsaynvr!!!!

No flesh eating llamas!!! You are a survivor!!

Congrats!!! nvr

I REALLY like llamas.

*Pets llamas*

lex, you seem to have hit it off bigtime one so close to home. me it is still the nigerians, think nigeria is someplace the other side of mars.OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Llamas are rather dangerous. Use caution when petting them.

But if you can get aroun their viciousness, they're a lot of fun.

Although I do wonder what they taste like.

That is excellent news my friend! I hope you had the good sense to not proof her missive and return it to her!

Now the question...did you reply in the affirmative? Once you picked yourself up off the floor and returned your hockey stick to its upright and locked position, that is.

How is everyone tonight?

Glad life is looking up for you Lex..........now relax, and enjoy..........

I have to say that was the most intricately amusing thing I've read all day - hell, all week. and I hope the llamas at least brush their teeth before they begin chompin...

wow...
speechless

Bad llama