I hate being shy. It's going to ruin my life. Make it stop.

i love biking to work. it helps me almost always get there in a good mood because not everyone is so lucky as to have 15-minute, gently downhill sloping route through the real downtown of a city. It's downright relaxing. (The ride home ain't so bad, either, because it's a gentle uphill, and i figure i need it after all the custard i usually eat at work.) What a great job!
I don't have a gmail account. Would i need to get one just for the new version? Because that kind of sounds like gmail taking over the world to me.
PS- has everyone seen all the hilarious hullabaloo going on about Stephen Colbert vs. Clinton? Check out the Knox webpage, or Dan L's new facebook group "Don't Do It, Stephen Colbert!" tee hee :)

Here's an amusing short story by Thomas Bernhard. Maybe this has some relevance to what you were talking about Pete.

The Tables Turned

Even though I have always hated zoological gardens and actually find that my suspicions are aroused by people who visit zoological gardens, I still could not avoid going out to Schönbrunn on one occasion and, at the request of my companion, a professor of theology, standing in front of the monkeys' cage to look at the monkeys, which my companion fed with some food he had brought with him for the purpose. The professor of theology, an old friend of mine from the university, who had asked me to go to Schönbrunn with him had, as time went on, fed all the food he had brought with him to the monkeys, when suddenly the monkeys, for their part, scratched together all the food that had fallen to the ground and offered it to us through the bars. The professor of theology and I were so startled by the monkeys' sudden behavior that in a flash we turned on our heels and left Schönbrunn through the nearest exit.