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How much would you pay for three years of porn?

So, I went to Match.com earlier today.

Not for myself. Well... not for myself right now, anyway. I just wanted to see what single girls look like in Monterey, California. You know... the place where I will be living for over a year as soon as boot camp is over. Chances are really good that I won't have time to meet any girls, but I was just curious what girls looked like in California.

To my gleeful surprise, a lot of Asian girls are single in that area. If the general female population of Monterey is accurately represented in the Match.com profiles, then every other girl there is of Asian descent.

You don't hear me complaining much.

So, if you are from Monterey, and you think a stunningly gorgeous, talented, kid-friendly Air Force guy is your type, then I have someone you should meet.

His name's Bill. Email me for his number.

(Hahaha. That was my lame punch at a joke.)


I don't have the patience I used to have.

A good friend of mine, Angela the Hugger, nicknamed because she will hug anything that has DNA -- granted, you could be known for much worse things than this -- was trying to figure out how to make her own Southpark character. She didn't know how to do the whole screen capture bit.

This is the conversation we had:

alljonpaul: Press
alljonpaul: This will copy it onto your clipboard.So, nothing will appear to happen.
alljonpaul: Then go to Paint in your Windows-Accessories folder.
MiscClub: what's a windows acc folder?
alljonpaul: Paint
alljonpaul: Make sense?
MiscClub: yeah, but how do I open it?
alljonpaul: Uhh. Click on it.
MiscClub: now how do I crop?
alljonpaul: Just send the damned thing to me.
MiscClub: okay, I'll try. hold on a sec.
alljonpaul: Oi vey

She's a sweety and all. And I told her I was going to poke fun, so don't think I share AIM conversations on a whim. But sheesh. I'm beat.

Years ago, I could take hours showing one person how to turn on their computer. My computer teacher in high school utilized my superior patience by giving me extra test grades for helping the dumbest in the class. I got an A, and he kept his sanity.

I think those days are over.


I went to Osama's today. You know, the restaurant of Fine Mediterranean Dining. I got a hummus plate.

And they make their own hummus. Osama is now my best friend. I am a huge fan of hummus. Give me some pita bread and a great sample of hummus, and I will be entertained all day.

With hummus, you either have good hummus and bad hummus. Nothing in between. It only takes a few minutes to make hummus, and I would have been very disappointed had Osama opened a canister of store-bought stuff and plopped it on a plate.

So, if you are ever in Columbia, go to Osama's and buy the hummus plate.

Or call me. One or the other.


One last thing...

I sold something on Ebay. I was expecting to make thousands of dollars, but that didn't happen. I was hoping all of the lowlife scum of the internet would bid and drive the prices up.

I am selling close to three years' worth of Playboys. Since I am moving soon, I don't really want to pack them up.

So, I put them on Ebay. And a whopping one person bid. Closing price: $5. Wow. I almost wish I didn't put them up for sale now.

But I am glad I won't have to pack them up. Now I have a whole stack of Maxim I need to sell. Anybody here interested?

Have a good weekend.

10:30 p.m. - Fri., Aug. 9, 2002

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