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And thus the internet did become the ultimate environment for anonymity and second identity. We can change our names at any time we want. Our avatar. Our tone in our writing. Even our environment. With a few clicks of the mouse and taps on the keyboard, suddenly, I am transported to October 1999, a time of hope and prosperity. Freshman year of High School, thoughts of lost virginity, Michael Jackson jokes on Letterman, Bill Clinton jokes on Leno, and my escape plan, college, was only four years away.

Even this layout reminds me of Pier One commercials starring Kirstie Alley. And I’m okay with that. What next? Dive back into some old literature. Beatnik blues cafe stuff from the fifties and sixties, the collected works of Neal Cassidy and Allen Ginsberg, Phillip K. Dick and turn of the twentieth century worship. Anything done stream-of-conciousness, China Mieville, and MST3K movie marathons. crooOOOOOOOOW!

I have six more days off until I work again. Until then, I intend to go nuts. I think I’ll put my ugly Leia action figure up on ebay and see who salutes. Maybe claim that there’s an image of the Virgin Mary in the hologram on the side in the item description.