Marc Herold Gives Me My Instructions: In a remarkably snippy e-mail exchange with a skeptical Roger Bournival, the University of New Hampshire professor famous for a widely cited and criticized estimate of Afghan civilian deaths throws off this one-liner:

The Ian Murray[s] and Matt Welches of this world should confine themselves to further intramural blogging.

11/01/2002 06:34 PM  |  Comment (6)

Simon’s Gay-Baiting Spanish-Language Radio Ad: Andrew Sullivan points to this San Francisco Chronicle story:

The 30-second Spanish-language radio ad, paid for by the Republican Party of Glenn County, features the dinnertime conversation of a couple identified as Panchito and Lupita. Over a plate of enchiladas, the couple discuss a laundry list of problems with Democratic Party.

"I am scared that Democrats are supporting abortion … and they are teaching our children in the schools that homosexual practice is OK," says the male voice, "instead of using those hours to teach them to read and write."

Simon, at a gubernatorial campaign stop in Sacramento Wednesday, insisted his campaign played no role in developing or funding the ad. Asked if he endorsed its implicit anti-gay message, Simon replied he would be a "governor for all Californians."

10/31/2002 11:26 PM  |  Comment (25)

Workplace Drug Testing Update: By Reason’s Jacob Sullum. For you younguns out there, this is a good primer on how some Ronald Reagan ranting about Drugs could end up leading to fully half of all U.S. employers making new hires pee in that jar. I swear to you, there really was a time when people opposed this concept, especially at newspapers. Sullum writes:

For defenders of liberty, this situation arouses mixed feelings.

[T]his willingness [on the part of employees] to go along may be the most important reason, aside from the drug laws, that the practice endures.

10/31/2002 10:01 PM  |  Comment (8)

For Isla Vistans’ Eyes Only: Here’s a column by UC Santa Barbara Daily Nexus reporter Tiye Baldwin, lamenting how the annual Halloween blowout no longer compares to the walking street-orgies of 1989, when she was a sophomore. (In keeping with UCSB’s academic tradition, Baldwin has taken 13 years to become a junior.)

Everybody had at least three or four people visiting from out of town. We used to buy these big plastic cups from Lucky, Albertsons now, and go from door to door practicing I.V.'s unique trick or treat tradition. "Do you have a keg?" we'd ask.

Usually someone would point toward the bathroom where you could find a lovely silver barrel in the bathtub, ensconced in ice, or on the patio, where there's no telling what you'd find.

My first I.V. Halloween involved cashing my first-ever newspaper check, wearing grotesque masks and guzzling whiskey at a special press screening of a Chinese film called “Rickshaw Boy,” getting punched in the stomach by an angry woman who mistakenly thought I fondled her, searching desperately along the beach for my best bud (who was later to show up with a missing fingernail), and more. Such is Isla Vista. The experience formed the nucleus of my first breakout piece for the paper, a 37-inch monster -- probably the only thing I’ve ever written stoned -- comparing the Rickshaw Boy to the Long Beach hicks who got stomped by I.V.’s Halloween Darwinism. Or something like that….

Happy Halloween, weirdos!

10/31/2002 09:25 PM  |  Comment (3)

Muslims Support Green Candidate Peter Camejo for California Governor: From a San Francisco Examiner story:

Agha Saeed endorsed Camejo on behalf of the American Muslim Political Coordination Council Political Action Committee, the umbrella association for four national American-Muslim groups.

"The Green Party is trying to extend the political spectrum," said Saeed, national chairman of the American Muslim Alliance, comparing the Unites States' two-party system to Pakistan, where 72 parties competed in recent elections. "We believe that the political spectrum in this country is too short." […]

The group's endorsement was the first ever for a third-party gubernatorial candidate. Saeed and other Muslim leaders said they support Camejo because of his stands on equal treatment for immigrants, and against secret trials.

Camejo, a Venezuela native and businessman who has been campaigning heavily in San Francisco, said he expects the Green Party, with a traditional base of Euro-American environmentalists, to appeal to disillusioned Latino and Arab-American voters on Election Day.

Camejo's stances on international relations have also made him a popular speaker with the anti-Iraq war movement.

10/31/2002 08:15 PM  |  Comment (3)

Not Getting Enough Crazy Warren Hinckle in Your Life?: Then click on the link, and lap up some pure San Francisco newspapering mania. Or go straight to this column, where the Examiner editor tees off on his Chronicle counterpart, Phil Bronstein.

10/31/2002 08:10 PM  |  Comment (2)

A Green-Voting Lefty Unwittingly Delivers a Good Argument for Voting for Simon: L.A. lefty Marc Cooper is voting Green, and part of his reasoning is a rather Nader-like idea that a Green-spoiler action thrusting Simon into the governor’s chair would actually be a good thing. Then he says:

In case you hadn’t noticed, California has been a one-party state since the Republican collapse of 1998. The Legislature is and will remain overwhelmingly Democratic and is tilting ever more liberal. If we were to spoil Simon into the governor’s chair, he would be powerless to the point of pity.

10/31/2002 07:48 PM  |  Comment (1)

Mattwelch.com’s Deeply Unscientific Self-Selected Push-Poll of 16 Californians: So, last week I e-mailed 26 people -- all of whom live in this state and publish websites -- the same four questions about the California gubernatorial race. Sixteen got back to me. You, too, can play at home, and leave your answers in the comments section below! The questions:

1) How would you describe the California gubernatorial campaign and/or selection of candidates, in exactly one word? You can hyphenate, if necessary.

2) Do you remember having a more dreary choice in a major election, and if so what was it?

3) What's your party affiliation and/or political lean?

4) Who do you think you will vote for?

1) "desultory"
2) not really; maybe Dukakis vs. Bush Sr.
3) uh, non-partisan free-trade liberal!
4) I still don't know! Not Gray Davis!

Officially, "Decline to State." I consider myself a classic conservative.

LEFT OF CENTER SOCIALLY; RIGHT OF CLINTON ON FOREIGN POLICY

I lean libertarian, but am independent in my affiliation because the Libertarian Party tends to be both corrupt and inept. Two years ago, I voted for Bush.

I like your description: NON-PARTISAN FREE-TRADE LIBERAL

Registered independent, I usually vote for none of the above. In other words, libertarian.

Nostalgic for Splendid Isolation. Actually, non-affiliated liberal whose top issue is addressing environmental concerns and seeing if we all can't try to get along during the inevitable global expansion of free trade.

Left on environment, social issues, foreign policy -- Right on economics

I'm an anti-idiotarian. Or bleeding-heart dynamist with not-so-secret desire to rule the world. Or, registered Republican who usually votes for Democrats and libertarians.

Cluster-fuck
Sad
Where's Perot?
Fucked
ENGLAND-AFTER-WORLD-WAR-I-AND-WORLD-WAR-II-WHEN-ALL-THE-GOOD-MEN-HAD-BEEN-KILLED
Depressing
HOOOOOOOORSE-SHIT
boring (it must be or some news about it would have seeped through my willful-ignorance-filters.)
Funereal
But it's so hard to chose just one word. Dismal or grim? Just one, huh? Okay: GRIM
Sordid
Pointless
Demeaning
shoddy
Alienating (Which is how I would describe it, but it's not how I feel personally.)
election?

Reagan vs. Tsongas
Ford-Carter
O Town vs. BB Mak?
2000 Presidential
Would Newt Gingrich versus Ben (Cooter from the Dukes of Hazzard) Jones qualify?
Dukakis/Bush I
Anything involving Clinton, post cigar-in-intern's-orifices.
Reagan v. Anderson
Davis/Lungren
Wilson/Brown
Reagan-Carter
This is probably the worst pair of gubernatorial since Frank F. Merriam vs. Upton Sinclair.
THIS ONE TIME WHEN I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN A CHICK-A-STICK AND A REALLY OLD PIECE OF BAZOOKA…OH WAIT, I THOUGHT YOU SAID CONFECTION

Not Davis. I wanna say Bill Simon, but he's such a fuck-up. (From “Lean Republican”)

Some third party throw-away vote. (decline to state/classic conservative)

ONE OF THE THIRD PARTIES (all-caps person)

kelly osbourne (greenish lefty)

I will write in George Foreman (increasingly indifferent)

I WILL VOTE NO ON SECESSION (HOLLYWOOD AND THE VALLEY) (non-partisan free-trade liberal)

None of them. I'm not planning to vote. (liberal Republican)

What about the rest of you Californians? Let’s hear your answers. Anonymity, in this case, is perfectly fine with me.

10/31/2002 02:57 PM  |  Comment (15)

Ann Salisbury Details the Pro-Choice Argument for Gray Davis:

10/31/2002 02:15 PM  | 

With Endorsements Like These….: How much do California newspapers despise Gray Davis? Enough so that even their endorsements sound like criminal indictments. For instance, the L.A. Times:

This has been a long, dreary election campaign for governor. Neither Democratic Gov. Gray Davis nor Republican nominee Bill Simon Jr. inspires much good feeling. Davis' obsessive pursuit of every last campaign dollar from special interests is unseemly, and the governor has been slow to grasp the lead on critical issues. […]

Davis is aloof. He agonizes over minor decisions most governors would leave to aides. He is robotic and largely humorless.

There's no way to make this sweet, so we'll keep it short.

On Nov. 5, Californians will choose either the Democratic incumbent or the Republican challenger to be governor for the next four years.

You don't like the choices. We don't like the choices. If only there were an even vaguely plausible third-party candidate -- but there isn't. So, like it or not, one of these men will be governor until 2007. […]

[F]or every good thing [Davis] has done, he has demeaned the office of governor many times over through his incessant fund-raising from those who do business with the state, those who work for it and those who are regulated by it. He generally ignores the questions of character and conduct that he has brought down on himself. When he does take notice, he blithely asserts that he has not put state government up for sale. Maybe not, but if he had it would look no different.

What a choice: A Republican challenger without a clue and a Democratic incumbent without a conscience.

Given those alternatives, the incumbent wins by default. But nobody should be happy about that. And no one should mistake this for an endorsement of Gray Davis or his cashbox politics.

Some choice. […]

[Davis] has been a disappointment in many ways. He is not a strong leader. Few Democratic legislators respect or trust him. His relentless pursuit of campaign contributions -- and obliviousness to appearances of "pay to play" -- is unseemly. […]

[T]he governor's approach is to sit back and wait for an issue to make it through the legislative process before taking a stand. It's a nice strategy to maximize campaign contributions -- as both sides try to curry favor -- but it's not leadership.

In the case of financial privacy, the governor was worse than passive. He was duplicitous. He said he wanted a strong bill that would restrict the ability of banks to share and sell personal information, and he laid out a sensible framework in an editorial board meeting with us in June 2001, but he then worked behind the scenes to undermine the legislation for two straight years. All the while, he raked in huge contributions from banks and insurance companies who oppose the bill. Another bill will be coming next year. Will he finally keep his word?

One of the criticisms of Davis is that his innate caution leads him to wait too long to confront crises, with energy and the budgets as exhibits A and B. Another budget crisis is on the horizon for 2003. His strategy, again, is to wait. He said it would be premature to talk about possible solutions before firmer revenue estimates are available.

We abhor so much about Gray Davis: his failure to act decisively in a crisis, his failure to develop a progressive agenda to address the state's massive needs in social services and public schools, his failure to show heart and empathy for the people of California.

We particularly abhor Gray Davis for turning his governorship into a cash-and-carry business, where special-interest groups that pay up are heard first, often winning out over the public interest.

His shortcomings are many and weigh heavily on those who can't afford a doctor, who have trouble paying rent, who can't find a decent public school.

Both ethically and characterologically, he is a miserable human being -- unhappy in his work, and depressing those who hope for something better in a governor than a calculating cash register.

Later, I’ll publish the results of my deeply unscientific poll of two dozen Californians who have websites.

10/30/2002 03:59 PM  |  Comment (3)

Worth Reading: Henry Copeland’s pin-the-fictitious-character-on-the-real-person review of Arthur Phillips’ Prague, Tony Pierce’s job-application to the L.A. Times, and Tim Cavanaugh’s thoughtful & funny parsing of the Great Daniel Pipes Campus Debates (and what they portend for the usage of the term “McCarthyism”).

10/30/2002 03:33 PM  | 

Back Thursday: Okey, gotta run. In the meantime, did you notice that Tsar is launching a California mini-tour this week? Adjust your wrist-watches accordingly.

10/29/2002 11:10 AM  | 

Cupla Last Notes on the World Series: Indulge me one last time, and then I’ll move on.

Mostly, I’m just real happy, happier than I remember being in a long time, as goofy as that sounds. Cubs and Red Sox fans? You’re in for a treat, when your day comes. We had the added bonus of not really expecting to win the Series, having never been there before, a point made well by the L.A. Times’ Joe Mathews, an actual Angel fan who they let write a smart column throughout the seven games (though not in the Sports section).

Shall I get the L.A. Times bashing out of the way here? Bill Plaschke, the paper’s featured sports columnist, is just execrable. His concept of an ideal column is a series of one-sentence, 13-word paragraphs, preferably beginning with the same clunky word or phrase, like “It became official.” He’s the guy who celebrated the Angels winning their first playoff series by inventing a non-existent species of Anaheim fans who wear “Armanis” and “Guccis.” Around this same time he reported on an equally non-existent “study” that “showed that [Barry] Bonds reached base 1.1 times per plate appearance” (a mathematical impossibility, to put it gently). Anyways, Plaschke used his prominent real estate this morning to explain yet again why Southern California belongs to the Dodgers, and to get basic facts wrong. Here’s a typical section:

These are, in a sense, the new Dodgers. These are the sort of players this town fell in love with many years ago, the kind many thought they would never see again.

They are baseball's best team. Yet, on the roster of the midseason game featuring the best players, they had only one.

They don't have Babe Ruth, they have a shortstop who is the approximate size of a Baby Ruth candy bar.

They don't have Lou Gehrig, they have a catcher who runs like an iron horse.

No Splendid Splinter, but they do have a first baseman who plays in a band called the Sandfrogs.

No Hammerin' Hank, but a Fish.

I just got off the phone with Tim Blair, who was calling from Flagstaff, Arizona, where he’s about 90% done with delivery of a Chevrolet that contains a bumper sticker bragging that “My child is a vegan honors student!” (He is chain-smoking, and wearing a Dale Earnhardt cap, to compensate.) Anyways, Tim is from Australia, which means he doesn’t understand any sport not played with "wickets" on a “pitch,” but nevertheless he greatly enjoyed watching the last two games of the Series, rooting hard for the Angels all the way, and living vicariously through us Angel fans (as partial compensation for some tragedy involving “Collingwood” or something equivalent back in Pirate-stan). I’ve heard variations on this theme from scores of people, and it pleases me to no end -- they’ve adopted our team, even if they hadn’t watched baseball in 10 years, and instinctively rooted for the hustling beard-boys over that awesome, self-absorbed supplement-gobbler for the Giants. My extended family -- grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins, screaming eight-year-olds -- all live in Oregon and Washington, and root for the Mariners if anyone, but they were all completely behind the boys in red. We were at my granddad’s wake, which was an informal, upbeat event, but nevertheless it didn’t seem like the right place to impose Game Six of the World Series … until I heard the shrieking of about a dozen females, all pointing at the set and yelling taunts at Barry Bonds. I strolled over to see the commotion, just in time to watch Bonds round the bases to make the score 4-0. Over the next hour, things would get so advanced that my own allegedly sports-ignoring mother was positioning my eldest brother and I into the proper “sports fan” position, while my niece made sure I stood up in the same spot I was when Spiezio hit his three-run home run….

It was a real treat to watch it all, including Game 7, with family, who have all been suffering the Affliction even longer than I have. Aside from my grown brother -- aged 39, mind you -- not being able to bear staying in the room while the Giants were hitting, for voodoo reasons, everyone behaved well, and we were able to share a very nice moment together. Down south, my Dad & other brother & other grandmother were whooping it up. My sister’s husband even managed to get tickets to the game itself. The Welches were represented.

First time I ever heard my Dad cuss (I mean, really cuss)? It was the first Angels playoff game in Anaheim -- 1979, against the Baltimore Orioles. Or I should say, it was before the game, just off the off-ramp somewhere in Garden Grove, with steam billowing out from the engine of our green 1964 Chevy pick-up. First home playoff game in Angel history, and the ancient truck finally broke down. We were stranded, and my father was introducing me to the versatility of the word “fuck.” My two brothers, shocked and possibly liberated, joined in the fuckeries. I was speechless, and 11. Somehow, one of Dad’s friends rolled up in a gold 280z, stuffed the four of us inside, and delivered us to home plate just as the National Anthem was being sung. The Angels scored two runs in the bottom of the ninth that game, to win 4-3. It was probably the best baseball game I’ve ever seen, though this year’s 2-1 game against Minnesota was a real beaut. Baltimore won the next game, and went to the World Series.

Next Angel playoff appearance was 1982, against the Milwaukee Brewers. We started lining up for World Series tickets in the Big A parking lot as soon as the team went up 2-0 (it was best of five those days). My Pony League coach had just let me “borrow” some revelatory new book called The Bill James Baseball Abstract 1982, and I spent the evening squinting under the yellow street lamps at all this strange and wonderful new analysis, smart-ass writing, and stats & formulas out the wazoo. A few weeks later, in my “Career Guidance” class, I would deliver a presentation on how I wanted to become a “Sabermetrician,” since it combined the three things I loved and/or did well: Baseball, writing, and math (later that year I would win the Junior High Math Bowl for the Long Beach Unified School District … which turned out to be the high-water mark of my budding engineering career). After watching the Angels lose Game Three on other people’s portable television sets, we “slept” in my then-stepmom’s blue pinto, and if you’ve seen my father, you’ll know just how brutal that “night of the stick-shift” actually was….

The next day was about 104 degrees, with the hot Santa Ana winds blowing in. A brush fire ripped through the nearest hills, sending black ash right on top of us. There were more than 10,000 people there, and the lines for the outhouse were cruel. I finally got to the promised land, only to discover a cone-shaped mound of the foulest materiel stacked more than a foot above the hole … I stumbled blindly out of the door, vomiting onto the asphalt, hot ash blowing down my throat, no water in sight. The rest of the day was a delirium of wristband-swapping, ticket-scalping, imagining a nice private bathroom, and watching the Angels lose Game Four on the leetle TVs. We ended up with something like eight WS tickets for each game, then went home and watched them blow a 4-3 lead in the seventh inning of Game Five, when Gene Mauch refused to bring in a lefty to face the lefthanded-hitting Cecil Cooper with the game on the line.

The other playoff year, 1986, you may have heard about. I’ll only add that it was also my first, rather tumultuous, quarter of college, and that (naturally) we had gobs of tickets to a World Series that proved one strike too elusive. I have blocked most of the details out.

Other fans had to suffer through multiple indignities during the 1990s, but I was limited to a few games on the odd years that I’d visit home. The real awful memory around these parts is 1995, when we blew something like an 11-game lead in five or six weeks, but I was too busy with stuff in Hungary to even feel it.

But those crazy 67-year-old ladies with the red shirts and the jury-rigged halos and the rally monkeys velcroed around their necks? They could tell you about every collapse, in agonizing detail, but they can also tell you a thing or two about watching a young Mickey Rivers lurch and sprint around the basepaths, or a sexy Disco Danny Ford bouncing doubles off the right-centerfield wall. When Troy Percival gets all weepy talking about the fans, or when Tim Salmon does his little victory lap around the warning track, this is what they’re talking about. It sounds crazy and counter-intuitive, but this runt of an organization actually has tradition and nostalgia, and people who’ve been coming to games for four decades.

Still, these are usually a polite folk. Yet this year we had the craziest fans in the post-season. What happened? Rex Hudler, the former player (on that 1995 team) and homer color commentator on the local teevee broadcasts, hit the nail right on the head yesterday, in this T.J. Simers column in the L.A. Times:

You know when all this started? The night before the strike when the fans here threw the baseballs back onto the field, that changed everything. They got into it. That didn't happen in any other stadium that night, and those pictures went back to the player reps in New York and there was no strike.

Then it really took off, the fans knowing the Angels really had a chance to play it out all the way, and they haven't stopped screaming since.

Right, this is far too long and boring, and you non-sports fans have suffered long enough. I had intended to even write some jarringly unkind things about Barry Bonds -- a player I never disliked until this series -- but my heart’s not in the project. You choose your home team, or it is chosen for you, and you make it the vehicle for your love of a sport, as well as a great place to bro out with yer pa, and you come to expect disappointment and indifference, even though you’re still, at heart, watching this beautiful game of baseball being played by the best players in the world. And then suddenly your team makes the playoffs, plays inspired ball, wins thousands of new fans, and then takes the World Series in dramatic fashion. I know it must sound utterly daft to those who don’t follow sports, but I can’t remember the last time I had such a big goofy grin on my face.

10/29/2002 01:47 AM  |  Comment (16)

Who’s the Best Player to Never Make the All-Star Team?: Aaron Cross says it’s the Angels’ own Tim Salmon, and I’m inclined to agree. Colby Cosh says maybe, but leans toward Tony Phillips. I think Kirk Gibson and Hal Trosky also deserve consideration. Any thoughts out there? (Must be a player who spent most of his productive career playing after the 1933 introduction of the All-Star game.) Seems logical to me that the list would be loaded with recent players with a history of starting slow, since there are so many teams nowadays, and you have to choose a representative from each based on first-half stats....

10/28/2002 10:01 PM  |  Comment (7)

Madison Slade, Baseball Commentator: Thanks to Foxie Moxie for sending out good vibes to the Angels, and for writing a funny Series wrap-up, which included the insta-classic line:

Poor Molina received a pitch in the balls tonight.

10/28/2002 08:12 PM  | 

My Grandpa, Philip Marlowe: Since retirement, my mother has been conducting all kinds of fascinating research about the various branches of our family tree, dating back to the Lower Jurassic, and then compiling the results in little for-our-eyes-only publications (though Emmanuelle will soon whip up a website for the Civil War diaries of one particularly interesting great-great-great-granpoobah). So for my grandpa’s wake, she whipped up a terrific little pamphlet of photos and remembrances of the wily old coot, so that the rest of us would fill in our respective gaps, and more fully enjoy this vivacious character.

Not surprisingly, I particularly liked his writing. Check out this letter, written to his mom in February 1933 when he was 17 and working with relatives somewhere in the frigid plains (after having graduated from sunny Glendale High the year before). Reminded me of Raymond Chandler, James Lileks, James O’Leary and Thor Garcia, all at once:

Dear Mother,

24 below. Cold. Cough. Fever sores on chin. Cold sore on lip. Nuts. I’m not feeling so hot. I even let Dale do all the chores this morning. These damned cold sores are driving me bugs.

I don’t think if I were you I’d buy a cap for me. I haven’t worn one for so long, and the old stocking cap is good enough.

Dad writes screwy letters, don’t he? He seems to think that just because I go out once in a while I’ll “Get in Dutch.” Phooey. I never knew what I was missing.

How are you holding up over there? It seems to me that Hilda or someone could finish your job. I’ll bet you are just about pooped out. Try to break away as fast as you can.

We have cut only two days, but we got quite a bit cut. We cut the wood into about eight foot lengths and then cut it on a buzz saw. It’s absolutely too cold to do anything right now.

I saw Ben a week ago Sunday night. He said he wanted us to come over and stay there a while. That’s not a bad idea on account there is a very elegant gal over there with whom I would like to be acquainted. (Now break out in a rash.) Grandma even seems to approve of our going to Beaver after seeing the pictures of the gals which we took.

I got the boots OK. I really don’t mind staying here. Dale and I get along fine, and Grandma as always, is mighty sweet. We cut wood for the church last Tuesday (1 week ago) and had a very good chicken dinner for our pay. Josie wants a load of wood and that will be about $2.00.

I think that’s about all. Don’t worry for me. I’ll take good care of myself. Please ask Glen to hurry up about that old sow. Grandma will take her if he don’t want her, and Kenny wants to get her out of the feedlot, as she will have her pigs in a few weeks.

Kenny was sick last week but he seems to feel OK now. His cattle (steers) are doing fine and he doesn’t know about the Sand-Hill Ranch yet.

I guess that’s about all. Excuse the hieroglyphics, as I am in a hurry. Write soon and take care of yourself.

Love,
Jerry

10/28/2002 06:12 PM  |  Comment (5)

Eric Neel, on Game 7: Hi everyone! I’m higher than Nick Nolte right about now, except I’m actually smiling, and my hair isn’t nearly as perfect. I’ll have a few things to say about the blissful World Series here before getting back to work, but first I recommend you read Eric Neel’s column about Game 7. I especially liked the way he described Eckstein’s first-inning baserunning goof (“so much lucky-dog enthusiasm short-circuiting his brain”), and Frankie Rodriguez’s physique (“his arms hung like rubber-bands before his windup”). Also, I’m pleased he saw the humor in the Thunderstix Assault in right field, which my Angels-loving family, for one, just cackled and cackled at. Oh, man!

10/28/2002 04:21 PM  |  Comment (9)

Hi! What are you doing down here?