Didn’t ya see the semi parked out front Punha? 
“Arden Ranger’s Jello Wrestling Extravaganza!!”
“Girls! Girls! Girls!!!”
Oh, no. Two Jello-Pits? How will I keep up? I think I’ll stick to the other one.
& I just wandered in to wish everyone a happy new year…hmmm…now what…oooh, different flavour Jello!
We’re down to the last half hour MST!
Who’s here?
Checking in. This is surprisingly fun.
It just turned midnight! It’s 2001 MST! Whee-haw! 
Feh. The new century starts with not even a whimper. Just more snow.
It’s still the 20th Century, here in Alaska.
Today I have moved all the stuff out of (rented) storage, and most of it has made its way into the shed my good friend Rob built for me (partially as thanks for setting him up with his wonderful wife, Captain Nell; part because he wanted to practice his shed building skills.)
So I’m going through all this old stuff - 50 pages of an eminently forgettable novel I don’t recall writing (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Maniac), a funny self-parodying poem called “Rah, Rah Rasputin,” pictures of old girlfriends, a great pomo essay on Borges and Swift that is almost all footnotes, the detritus of a life spent scratching strange glyphs on random scraps of paper, and I came across this quote, (which deserves to be discovered a thousand years hence:)
“Now, my suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose. I have read and heard many attempts at a systematic account of it, from materialism and theosophy to the Christian system or that of Kant, and I have always felt that they were much too simple. I suspect that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of, or can be dreamed of, in any philosophy. That is the reason why I have no philosophy myself, and must be my excuse for dreaming.”
John Burdon Sanderon Haldane, “Possible Worlds,” 1927.
Now, as to this jello conundrum…
Look everyone, I made poopy in the potty.
bends over I’m all clear now, baby.
It’s 11.30 a.m. here so I will be the first to post to this thread with the New Year’s hangover.
Very sore head here 
sheesh, i leave you people alone for a few minutes and the next thing i know there’s jello wrestling on all the cable channels. Oh well, at least it gives me something to do since the SO just left to go home after spending a long weekend with me (we combined New Year’s with a belated X-mas celebration, throwing in some random goofiness just for the heck of it). Or i suppose i could go torture the cats some more…
Hmmm… “here kitty, kitty, kitty…”
wolf189 (TAKE - v.t. - To acquire, frequently by force but preferably by stealth)
hmmm… (again)
wolf189
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methinks i need to consider posting around here more often (or maybe just posting around here at all…)
wolf189 (re-engaging Lurker Mode…)
Well, Hell. It worked! We kept this thing at least somewhat on topic for all of 24 hourse. Well, guys and gals, it was fun, but there are New Year’s leftovers I don’t want to rot.
Have fun in '01! (I hope I’m the last to say that.)