Ha ha. One of my links said I was so rock n roll. It's true. She knows me well. She knows I was rocking out to Sabbath in the crib, before I could even talk.

Her email addresses bug me. They're great, but I alwasy get that damn song in my head:

"Oh
Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy.
A kid'll eat ivy too
Wouldn't you?"

It's been way too long since the last time I saw Twin Peaks. Maybe I can borrow it again from Alden, when he moves closer to the city this summer.