I’m trying to figure out what that spot is on my arm in my user-pic.
That was taken in Seattle at the Hurricane, during one of my various open mike appearances…It was probably dirt, or maybe it wasn’t.
Any thoughts? (Silly, I know; but I’m trying to get trivial here just to keep away from dwelling on things…)
Dark Matter 
January 2nd, 2004 at 2:24 am
Re: My wife and I
Can I confess something?
I like “Kindergarten Cop.” It amuses me mightily.
January 2nd, 2004 at 12:59 am
My wife and I
use that line to each other all the time when we’re whining about feeling sick.
I once watched that movie on a coast to coast flight without headphones, and felt that I actually enjoyed it more that way.
January 2nd, 2004 at 12:57 am
Re: we were there, and read at the hurricane, but
The painting does ring a bell, but I think I may have been silkscreening instead…or perhaps inking stones for lithography. My brushwork has never been my strong point.
January 2nd, 2004 at 12:55 am
Fuckin’ pirates.
January 1st, 2004 at 6:31 pm
IT’S NOT A TUMOR!
signed,
Kindergarten Cop
January 1st, 2004 at 6:12 pm
Re: Not stamped; I thought of that.
>The cult option is the best I’ve heard so far. It would explain that urge to sell flowers in traffic.
Well, at least they don’t let you do it in airports anymore.
>Like the new poem, by the way…
Thank you! Mild hangovers? Evidently inspirational.
January 1st, 2004 at 6:02 pm
we were there, and read at the hurricane, but
didn’t see you selling flowers or rolling your arm in gravy (and we’d have remembered).
7-yr-old Cassidy’s theories are (1) you were writing and you maybe forgot to hold your arm the right way and you smeared ink on your arm. We advise you develop better penmanship habits. (2) she also wonders if maybe you’d been paniting just prior to this photograph, but it slipped your mind.
January 1st, 2004 at 5:43 pm
probably a gravy stain from when nick fox was there.
January 1st, 2004 at 5:40 pm
Not stamped; I thought of that.
The cult option is the best I’ve heard so far. It would explain that urge to sell flowers in traffic.
Like the new poem, by the way…
January 1st, 2004 at 5:12 pm
Were you stamped to get into any bars or clubs?
Or maybe you joined a cult and have forgotten.
I hate when that happens.