Last Call!

Well, it's the final weekend of the play about my life. Friday and Saturday are your last opportunities to get an up-close, intimate (albeit manufactured) peek into my life. There are some talks with various people of import that the show may find a new life down the road in some better weather conditions - I can say no more on that topic. But as we all know, nothing in life is guaranteed except for the end. And I see my train a coming. I do plan on being in attendance tonight, assuming I'm not called to secret, peacekeeping duties elsewhere. But the plan is to be there. Before then I will be making a guest appearance at an institute of higher learning where I will be stinging the bee.

However, during this sad occasion do note that I left you with a little gift, a picture of Britney from her Mouseketeer days. Do unto others as you would have them to do unto you, assuming of course we lived in a world where people cared about doing others.

The Dangers of High School

I think I have isolated the individual who has taken a study of my personal life for his own selfish gain. I used to go to high school with him. I have a distinct memory of his wearing bright orange corduroy pants and being stuffed in a locker. He was the second shortest kid in a school of almost 2000 kids. But still he smiled. We never had any sort of relationship so I can't imagine why he has taken these actions. Once I am sure I will reveal his identity, but I am not one to put the carrot before the cart.

If one is unable to converse or share consciousness with their alter personalities, how can one ever be sure that he himself does or does not have multiple personalities?