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Anderson emailed me just a few days ago, too. After finding out that I was in a biochemistry project, he wanted to know
"Hey, if I send you a vial of my blood
can you tell me what part of my DNA is responsible for my triple cheek
ass?"

I miss that guy.

As for rat cannibalism, I count missing that as the best thing that ever happened to me.

i also count missing the rat remains as a highlight of my life. i do remember walking in to the house and having anderson attack me while screaming, "don't look! don't look!" i was then safely led off to the kitchen where i was forced to remain while the cage was cleaned out.

sadly i was there when the second rat had its weird heart attack episode. and after it fell from the top floor of the home made rat cage, anderson, that really buff guy who lived with you, and i all sat there in concerned stupefaction wondering what had happened and what we should do next. i helped bury that rat. there was grass and carrots and little flowers involved. a few tears. manly ones from anderson, of course.

p.s. i got an email from him too. they all appear to stem from the fact that i sent him a postcard on my way back from new jersey, at which point he emailed everybody. jason got one too. he told me he might be in california in august as chuckanut drive maybe is going on tour. but i won't hold my breath.
p.p.s. i apologize for the length of this comment. i should get my own damn blog to write about anderson. (oh wait...) i get carried away at the mention of his name. sorry sorry.

1. You have a friend that you call the sperm whale? Nutty.

2. It took me a second to realize that the *rats* were named Unix and Linux. While that realization in itself scared me a little, it cleared up any conusion I was experiencing. The fact that one apparently devoured the other is quite sad.

3. I want to make this Ginger-Mango thing just so that I can say I had God in my mouth.

he calls himself sperm whale. we just followed suit. one day, the boys walked in on him rolling around in my ex-easychair giggling maniacally while watching a nature show on sperm whales. periodically he would explode with the words, "sperm whale." possibly i am mis-telling this story since i wasn't there.

You're very close, though. He actually said, "I'm a sperm whale!" He doesn't really remember it, though, so I think he was posessed by a sperm whale at the time.

Ah...it seems like were all in the same room togather, once again conversing, as we had done so many times, so long ago. :( I have, after a few years of almost complete silence, only two most important updates. My new rat shall be named IEEE 802.11 and my third cheek will be amputated and donated to Asses Unlimited. In addition, the new rat will sport a new suit of robotic armor so that there will be no more carnivorous activities practiced by psychotic third parties.

the best rats wear kevlar.

maybe rats with class and style prefer kevlar. but you can't downplay the importance of robots.

rooooobbbbbbbooooooots.