anasthesia flux i apologize if i already told this story to blather. once john and i were at a cloyne party, a long long time ago, when we didn't yet live in the co-op. we's just hanging out between the bands, top of the dungeon stairwell, talking to some of the losers that lived there. john and i are being intentionally weird, just screwing about with whatever the clones are saying. they didn't seem to understand this, and kept on trying to have a normal conversation. john turns suddenly me and asks, "what?!" eyes wide open. i just turn to him and stare back. we stand like this in place, staring contest, for upwards of a minute, conversation totally stopped, before one of the clones goes, entirely straightfaced: "oh, i get it! you guys are *artists*!" and life goes on as before. 031229 ... mon what is a cloyne party? 031229 ... mon i forget to say please? 031229 ... flux a party at cloyne court hotel. the inhabitants of cloyne are called clones. http://www.google.com/search?q=%22cloyne+court%22 031229 ... mon _t_h_a_n_k__y_o_u_ at first i thought cork, but knew it was something/where else interestring 031229 ... flux blue::weird_motherfucker 031230 what's it to you? who go blather from