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I don't know about the rest of you, but I think I may have a little trouble concentrating sometimes... (I think). I... uh... can't remember what I was going to tell you. Um... okay. Rather than attempt to reach a place in my brain possibly not accessed in years, we'll just opt to move ahead and not dwell on little things like "the point". Have you heard of this place: "the State of Confusion"? I don't know if it's an actual physical place... and I'm almost positive it's not in the United States what with the government sticking firmly to that fifty state rule. Maybe it's in England somewhere. Wait, they don't have states there do they? I've always wanted to go there, maybe I can visit my friend in Germany. (that's not in England though, is it?) Anyway, her name is Dani. She travels a lot, that's how I met her, she came here to Hawai'i. I haven't met too many people since I moved here... but my mother-in-law met and served ice cream to Sigourney Weaver and her husband a few months ago down in the Kress building. She's not bald anymore. You know, I thought about shaving my head once, (for about 5 minutes), and getting one of those wicked tatoos on my scalp, but the idea was fleeting. Um... Oh yeah! The State of Confusion. Got it. The State of Confusion seems to be heavily populated by people with bad spealing. In fact, the "Captain" has a house there. He wrote and invited us all over in the Center for the Easily Amused guestbook: "..As for people who misspell you should check out this cool site. It Rocks and if think peopple who misspell are funny then you should check this site out!...". I'm going to bring a nice a red wine... (they kinda expect you to bring something). Some people get lost on the way there... like Mike Jochen who wandered into the Web HQ guestbook asking: "Uh, is this the line for the keg?". Philly-K. also got a little off the path and ended up in the Laboratory for Optics and Quantum Electronics wondering: "How do you get your homepage to do this guestbook type behavior -- it's just so interactive". Maybe they should give out maps or something... I mean, we are talking about confusion. Now if you do get there and find that you're asking yourself: "What in heaven's name have I got myself into!" like Beth, in The Void's guestbook, just do what Todd Espy, (in the aforementioned LOQE guestbook), did. Tell your host, "I'm sorry to say your daughter looks just like you". They'll be happy to see you go. If you decide that you don't want to risk getting lost, you can always visit Confusion's chat room! It'll also save you from having to bring a gift.
cymoril your Guestbook Goddess
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