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People have been leaving me some awesome comments. I think its only fair that I respond.

Steve asked, “On the long drive back to NJ, did you entertain your parents with “Flagpole Sitta”, “Smack My Bitch Up” et al from your music collection (yes, i’ve still got your 3 year old collection backed up at home), all the while loudly singing along and dancing enthusiastically against the constraints of your seat?”

I think this would have more confused my parents than anything else. Furthermore I think my father would have found it necessary to physically tie and gag me in the middle seat of the minivan for the duration of the drive home.

The Old man said, “Dude, is there some method to your madness in naming your posts? I don’t see how any of them are related. Its become quite evident after the “{1 Olivia, … ,9 Olivia}”, which had nothing to do with Raven Simone, The Cosby Show, or having kids with the same name. You need to rope in that monkey running around accessing information in your head.

FYI The Cosby Show rocks!”

At some point my post names did have some sort of convention and related to what I was writing about, some still do, but its usually something very obscure that only I understand, but mostly its just me writing something that I, as a pauper king, think sounds grand and in some way beautifully poetic. More often than not though it ends up sounding like the catch phrase from some bad ‘60s art student project. The Olivia reference was correctly identified and I was talking about The Cosby Show.

The Captain said, “That’s how you learn, by screwing up. It’s sad that people have to get hurts when you screw up, but that’s just the way it is.

The hard-to-understand part is that you can’t be told certain things. You have to experience them. Consider yourself lucky if you get it right the first time.”

Yea sometimes the cost is too high and my mistake was costly beyond imaginable belief and the fact is it effected aspects of my life that go beyond just the concept of “make mistake - learn - move on sans repeating mistake.” Even to this day I’m still trying to figure out the ramifications of my actions and its so complicated, simply because I made it this way. I created this maze and now I’m lost in it and haven’t got a clue where I am.

The G said, “Just a random comment - I searched for ‘keyur’ in google, and the 8th link that comes up is an anti-pants site - that messes with my head.”

I take my anti-pants stance very seriously and there are others on the web who look to me for leadership. Google understands and hopefully so will you G.

Dan said, “You did a brave thing. Sometimes people wait too long and lose all chance of resolution.

On another note: did all the Jerseyians pack up and move to Austin? I swear the level of driving madness is getting worse here.”

I don’t think what I did was brave at all Dan. Hiding from a problem you’ve caused until you’re ready to face to it doesn’t make a man brave. Brave is someone who can face the problem they have caused when they have caused it. Extraordinary girl insists that its best that I wasn’t in touch with her when the fit hit the shan but thats not much consolation. I don’t know what I can do at this point to put this problem in the past and carry on. What do I need?

Man. You mentioned pizza a the end of this post and I just emailed you about my Jersey pizza addiction. Oh, well.

Have you tried being pantless to deter your mom from checking on you so often?

Your mom rounds the corner into your room, “Is everything okay. . . “

Keyur: “I’m kind of in the middle of something mom.” Maybe have cameltoe.org up on your monitor or something. Either that or say “Glad you came to check on me mom. I could use your help with this tourniquet. Oh, and could you bring me a spoon? I’ve already got the lighter and syringe.”

Okay someone needs to make sure he doesn’t skip his daily medicine. Being pantless around the house does not happen, its a matter of protocol. I’m only pantless late at night when I’m working at the computer like now and the whole Cameltoe website with lack pants and the syringe lighter and torniquet scenarious would only lead to me having broken knees and being entirely homeless. Also Jersey pizza is the best. There is slightly better pizza in Manhattan only because they do it with much appreciation for authenticity of actual pizza as it was invented in Italy.

Posted by Mr. Keyur at June 12, 2003 03:07 AM | TrackBack