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The whole Kaycee/Living Colours story really intrigues me. I can understand the anger of the "victims", those who were taken in by people who convinced them that they were a dying 19 year old girl, the ones who opened up their hearts and devoted time and effort to trying to help - it's really just human nature. What I want to know is what motivated the perpetrators enough for them to take it as far as they did. They played the part of Kaycee in chat, e-mailing, writing her story, even talking on the telephone to people.....this was a huge undertaking, and for what? Maybe they fed off the attention and adoration that poured in from all over the world, I have no clue. Hopefully they'll tell their story to someone, and we'll get to find out. In the meantime, the Internet "community" becomes a little more jaded, a little more skeptical, and it becomes that much harder for us to trust and connect via the web. That's the real damage done here, the lasting damage.
While this may be true, it only applies to countries like Brazil, where people don't depend on their computers for sex. In other Brazil news, I've never considered mooning people as political activism, it's just a way to show off my fine ass.
Way back in 1996/7, before the dotcom boom/bust, when Gopher was still considered a viable protocol, the Internet was a much different place. You could go to porn newsgroups and actually get porn, not tons and tons of spam about porn. The pioneer webcam chicks were just getting popular - August (she was my favorite), Question Girl, and of course Jennicam, the original - were all still fairly innocent and fun. They soon became pay for play, spawned a ton of clone sites, then kinda faded away as cheap webcams made everyone with an exhibitionist streak a cam superstar. Chat was different too, hardly any bots cruising through the rooms posting ads, and almost no cynical old chat veterans, just lots of friendly, horny newbies. If you're waiting on a punch line there really isn't one, I was just reminiscing about the good old days. Gotta go, my Metamucil's getting cold.
When someone keeps you up waaaaay too late in chat, and then you turn on the TV cause you can't sleep, they advertise cool web sites selling videos like Backyard Wrasslin and Club Uncensored. It must take some real cinematic talent to blend the backyard wrasslin footage and the boobie flashing and keep the video feeling "real".
Simmer down, fellas! Still over 1000 days to go. I'm with the person who did the page - thank God for Sela Ward! Hubba hubba!
HAGGIS ATTACK!!!! As a descendant of Scottish ancestors (Clan MacEwan) I am outraged by this persecution of my people. As soon as Presidential hopeful Al Sharpton gets outta jail, I'm going to try to get him over there to straighten things out.
OK I have another project to work on, and I'll need a volunteer from the audience. Ladies? I'll give you one for free if you help me make it.
Laura Bush's Guide to Raising Christian Ladies. What Would Jenna Drink? I blame all of this on PJ O'Rourke. Adios to Shady Grady. Watching him on Sanford & Son gave me some of my biggest laughs when I was growing up. Thank you, Mr. Mayo, you'll be missed.
Y'all are all invited to come to the Speed Street festivities uptown this weekend. Where else are you gonna see Kansas for free? The first two albums I ever bought were Leftoverture and Aerosmith's Toys in the Attic.
Too bad Jack's not here to collect on the sale of his masterpiece. He'd probably be embarassed at the attention. Did I spell embarassed right?
While sitting at the track, I was able to draw a lot of parallels between stock-car racing and that other favorite Southern sport, bass fishing. Both involve sitting around in the hot sun, waiting for something to happen. In both, the moments of excitement are brief and intense. In both, beer plays a big part, and most people drove a long way to participate. There are a few differences between bass fishing and racing, though: - When bass fishing, there's usually only one or two drunk assholes in the boat with you. At a race, that number can swell to 100,000, and half of them are chain-smoking Winstons. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a hard-core NASCAR fan. Feel free to make fun of me as I relax on the couch every weekend, napping through the boring parts.
Shocking but true - Saturday's Winston was possibly the last race I'll go see live. It was neat to watch, but not neat enough to make me leave the air-conditioned comfort of my LaZBoy to go to the track. Being a race fan is hard work! Here's how the day went: 3:00 PM: Drive 20 miles to the track (1 hour). Find a pasture to park in about a mile from the track ($10) Eat red dust as you walk to the track in the 90+ degree heat.
Ladies, does your man need a hint? Nothing says lovin like an uninterruptible air supply. Hours of fun guaranteed! What? Your guy doesn't do that? Well maybe you need a new guy. Want more? Check the archives
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