Well, I'm going to be without a computer for awhile 'cause I'm boxing this one up to send overseas. Looks like you have the drunkenfish to yourself John. I'm sure I'll find some computer somewhere to report in from time to time until I'm set up again. Wish I had something really cool to say at this point, but alas the brain cells aren't sparking... as they say in English, "I'll talk to you later!"

sorry to post your story without asking John, but that was the first complete chapter I've got from you and I can't resist.... A new story is born on the drunkenfish.... Chapter 1, Bonobo Man!

My favorite Prez was FDR. I probably don't have alot of intellegent or knowledgable things to say about the man, except damn could he make policy. The country was in hardship and he put people to work no matter what it took. He really didn't seem to be confined by the conventional methods of the current political system... it seemed to me that the man had a mission to save our country in any way possible and he did, by using intellegence and compassion and common sense. Three cheers for the great mind of FDR!

My last day of work and I'm awake 5 hours before I have to be awake. I'm just going to go in early and get it over with. Wow, I have 2 weeks of free time... hurm, what will I do? I'll do what any respectable Drunkenfish would do with 2 weeks of free time in New Orleans during Mardi Gras... I'll watch T.V!!!

I think finally I have to just let go of R.E.M. Up really hurt me and I don't think this new album is going to help me recover. Oh to have the days back of Seven Chinese Brothers, or South Central Rain or Moral Kiosk or even Gardening at Night.... The snail's pace of evolution for the band that involves repeating songs from previous albums and altering them ever so slightly annoys the hell out of me. Anyway, with that wonderful introduction here are two new songs off the new album "Reveal". The Lifting and She Just Wants to Be.

Well, it's the day after Valentine's Day and I think I'm going to puke. Not that I have anything against Valentine's Day, but just because I'm one of those pathetic bachelors that went out drinking at the meat markets looking for those single women who were trying to be a part of the Valentine's feeling they had welling up in themselves. I came very close to asking the beautiful young barmaid if she would mind if I just stuck my pinky in her exposed white supple cleavage for a few seconds, but that's about as close to love as I came to last night... I am deeply suffering from the hangover from hell.... Help! I need morphine.....

Did someone say religion? (caution: I will deny that I've said anything of which I'm about to say because this is an experiment to allow myself to express a side of me that has to this moment been neatly tucked away as irrational and therefore not explored.) I've got secret beliefs that come much closer to Wicca than any other organized religion. Kind of scary to admit and impossible to defend, so it's not something I'll be discussing in too much detail. This loosley strung together belief system provides me with an explanation for the events I have witnessed in my life in which an overwhelming feeling pulled me from my trained rational perspective. For instance, I believe that those who die violent deaths have a tendency to hang around after they're dead. Yes, I know that one is straight out of the horror movies, but I've got my reasons. I believe that when you die that you are not suddenly enlightened to the ways of the universe. If you believed in God when you were alive, you probably will when you're dead. I really don't associate religion with moral structure... I suppose most would think then that I've missed the point, but for me as an Atheist all my life, I have tried to live a loving, harmonious co-existence with my fellow human beings and it was not my fear or admiration for a deity that has held me to my behavior. To me, religion or mythology or mysticism are all just an effort to explain beliefs that were not explainable through rational means. (like the feeling of having an immortal soul when no evidence supports it.) In any case, I agree with all the moral conclusions said in recent posts and i think it really doesn't matter how you rationalize your reality as long as you can create an enjoyble world for those around you and as long as you show enough respect for others to let them feel comfortable in whatever workable reality they have chosen.

Anyone coming to New Orleans for Mardi Gras?... if so look me up in the book when you get here. I'm not leaving New Orleans until after gras, of course.

Ned - Alright, I retract the silly quick base pi response... I suppose you have to have a whole of something to base a number system on. I guess my final guess on the subject would be that changing the numerical base would have absolutely no effect on turning pi into an exact number.

By the way, does anyone know how to stretch a background image in html so that it would adjust to any sized screen area with a smaller file?

Either I am on drugs now that I don't see the logic or I was on drugs when I made the assumption that base pi would produce an exact number for pi, either way I challenge you to prove the theory wrong. yuck, yuck :)

Ned, the answer to your question about a numerical system that makes pi an exact (you said even, but I assumed you meant exact) number is yes, base pi.

I know this is a huge ass background file. I'll see what I can do to lessen the load of it, but I like it.

oops... misunderstood the miso soup thing... I was thinking of a competing writers' forum, but alas Sonya was talking about a published book of short stories... sorry.... I take back the booooo thing and all that stuff about the foul angel from heaven and being forsaken, etc... sorry, nothing to see here.... *whistling a casual tune whilst pretending to read an upside-down magazine*

Miso Soup? *whimper, sniffle...* Fine... Mark this Day! The Drunkenfish writing forum will be BIG, you'll see.... Lo and behold the clouds parted and a holy light shined down upon the small drunken site exposing the young men of Benjamin and John who looked up at the Miso Soup God screaming.... "Boooo!!! You foul angel from Heaven... we will not be forsaken...boooooo!"

What the hell is going on over there in the tanque? Those people are brutal with each other. (Cat imprisonment, A mob of seething women, chickenhead licking, ...) I'm sure glad we're so much more civilized over here at the drunkenfish.

couldn't make it happen as a backdrop... anyway, here is the picture I was talking about.