Neil..what an amazing rumination, cloaked inside another cyber-hallucination. Food for thought? A veritable mental smogasbord! Have another absinthe from the dwindling carafe, and this tiny dried up chunk of mushroom that Kesey left me as a tip last week.

Your hitch-hiker graffitti reminds me of a spot on i-70 in Eastern Colorado where I was dropped off by a rancher. I was chased from the actual highway to the entrance ramp by a Highway Patrolman, who was in too much of a hurry to actually arrest me. I stood beside the MERGE sign for about an hour and no vehicle passed me. Then I saw the graffito on the back of the sign; Been standing here 41/2 hours. 7/22/75. Look for my bones in the f*cking weeds I had a quick look, then moved back out to the Highway where I caught a ride.

Joe Offer! I'll be damned...nice to see your face in the place. First round is on me. With any luck, McSweeney may strike up a song over at the Song Circle table, if he's still aound. Angus?