I guess what I'd really like is to encourage everyone to get their own domain. I don't mind at all anyone staying with the drunkenfish as long as they would like to, but they would be their own separate entity. (eg. not drunkenfish/joeblow, but something like bynthere or Di-Havanna). Jimmy expressed that he would like to keep his JollyJibber page his own thing and not turn it into a community. Well, I guess I would like that too, but I want to somehow keep everyone involved and still be a community of sorts. Again, I haven't thought this through very well, but I think the best solution would be to separate into individual pages and then regroup at a time everyone is comfortable with in forming a portal page to keep the community feeling.

I'm planning a redesign on Easter whilst recovering from my hangover from Shangri-la on Saturday. I need all the drunkenfishies to either blog or e-mail their opinions on what we should do about the separate domains. If they were separated, who would go where? Should I create a new domain and invite all who wanted into that and then have the drunkenfish as a portal site for all domains created under that? That way we could all still be drunkenfishies, but would have the freedom to be hosted by whatever domain we want or create and still be a community. It just seems a little disturbing to have the Jibbers and the Drunkenfishies all under the drunkenfish banner. Are the drunkenfishies the REAL Drunkenfish.... Am I making way too big a deal out of this? Jim S. has mentioned that he might want to start another domain all together as the portal site and the Jibber and the DF would just be domains under that... hmmm... I think I would like to just separate the two, but I'm not sure. I would suppose in that scenario the only ones who would be left as drunkenfishies would be Di-Havana, John, Hank, and myself. I'd like to know what everyone else thinks before I redesign the site this weekend.

my email is: mindevol@hotmail.com

New Computer!!! I'm back in business. Once I get all my pirated software back up and going, I think a drunkenfish redesign is in order. Pentium 4, 1.8 Ghz, 512 MB DDR(?) memory, 21" Sony Multiscan E540 Monitor, 80 GB storage, dvd, cd rw, 10/100 ethernet, 5 USB ports, 64MB nVidia GeForce2MX Graphics Card w/TV out... cool ass sony speakers, I am in heaven. I really don't want to go to work, but I suppose I have to pay this thing off now. To test my system, I bought the DVD Apocalypse Now (redux), and the video game Alone in the Dark (the new nightmare), going through my bro's DSL for now. My brother is so cool to let me buy this thing first and move out of his house later. Probably a couple months tops.

City Populations I just think this list is cool to peruse.

Tears filled my eyes when I saw the purple ribbon on Robyn's site saying save the Drunkenfish. I should be getting a computer in about a month and I vow to redesign the site, find a new host, keep up with maintenance, and recruit more fishies. I've noticed some of the fishies drifting over to the JollyJibber server, and that's fine and dandy, but for the fishies still on the df server, stability is on the way.

Does anyone know the origin of the phrase; "The whole nine yards"? My roommates and I all had different stories and when I searched the web I found even more stories.... all different. A few of the most believable to me are:

1. It takes 9 square yards to make a complete well made man's suit. If you wanted your suit done right without having to make alterations you would ask the tailor to use the whole nine yards.

2. Since the phrase didn't seem to pop up until the 40's and later, this one seems plausible to me. The length of a machine gun belt for a fighter plane was 9 yards. To use the whole nine yards was to use all your ammo.

3. The most popularly accepted answer, (one that just doesn't feel right to me though) is that a cement truck holds nine cubic yards of cement. Thus the whole nine yards was to use the entire truckload of cement for a job.

4. Another popular one that I don't buy is that it is an american football expression designed to be sarcastic since it actually takes 10 yards to accomplish a first down.

There are tons of others, but hearing a quote from a legitimate source would end the brain loop I'm going through on this one. I suppose I could just make up my own to add to the list.

** The whole nine yards come from (according to Ben's imagination) - the standard length of a shotgun shack. To get the whole nine yards would to have meant to kill everything in the entire house with one shot.

Sean - Still thinking about the convex, concave space thing. Just to clarify... are you asking if space is convex (meaning the shortest distance between any two points is through space) or concave (meaning the shortest distance between some points is to exit and re-enter space)?

What kind of world has this all become when I walk into a bank to start a checking account and they give me a platinum Visa credit card? Ben Emerson with a Platinum Visa Card. Danger, Will Rogers! DANGER!!!

Sean - My guess (a very undereducated one) is that the universe is filled with several different sized spheres from several big bangs originating at several moments in time. This perspective is 3D at a frozen point in time and is only dealing with matter, not empty space. Of course if space itself has a certain shape then those spheres could form a larger pattern expanding and flowing to the shape of that definite space. I believe personally that space is infinite and that matter that does not have the mass to pull itself back to its source will expand forever. Taking in all this, the over all shape of the material universe is amorphous. Yes, this theory could probably get hit hard with dimensional relativity and time distortion and quantum theory and all, but is anyone up to it? Sorry, if I didn't address what you were actually asking Sean. I am only slightly familiar with the theory that I think you are referring to about curved space.

I also dreamed about owning a Rottweiller the other night that was a bit too aggressive. I was scared of my own dog. I was ashamed in front of Jim S. that I couldn't control it better, but my main concern in the dream was that I wasn't being very fair to the dog by having me as an emotional guide. After waking, I wrote Hank (Chris Hill) the next day talking about my fear that I don't have the wisdom to deal with the seriousness of other people's lives. The dream stirred something in me. (probably the seriousness of seeing the 9-11 stuff on T.V. again had some part of putting these thoughts in my head.) The feeling was like waking up the next day after a bad acid trip at a family Thanksgiving gathering, thinking who the fuck am I to be screwing with other people's lives. Serious, serious, serious.... damn, it's not my job to be a reality fixture for others. I'm wondering why I'm feeling in the spot light when I really don't have anyone that relies on me in this capacity. Perhaps being around all these new people at work has something to do with it as well. After all I just came back from working a job that I had no social contact with others to an environment where I am surrounded by people. Maybe that's it. Anyway, cheers to all those self-contained floating souls that might have the same feelings of self-doubt and self-worth or perhaps might actually be concerned for the well being of others. Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream... (I'm not stoned by the way... just a load of caffine.)

This morning I'm slowly waking up. I fixed a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, and biscuits. Yesterday I started my 3:30 to midnight work schedule. Training is over and I am on the phones selling timeshare vacations. Yuck and yea. Hate sales, but love that I'm working with cool people and have an income. I'm very seriously considering joining the Peace Corps in Belize. There is an assignment there to teach computers and the internet to school kids. 2 years, food and lodging paid, $28k a year on top of that given as a stipend as I understand it. Ahhhh, Belize, jungle, mountains, 2nd largest barrier reef in the world, Mayan ruins, English as the official language... I'm going to set up an interview with a peace corp recruiter in Chicago before the month is over. I'm sure I'm over glorifying it, but it's something I'm going to find out everything I can before I sign the dotted line, if I sign the dotted line. Another option to get to Belize is to just save my damn money up and move there.

I had a dream that my mother died last night and it really upset me. I cried. I believe it's a symbol representing my need to let go of my boyhood. (but I e-mailed my mom to see if she was ok, just in case) I can generally attach just about every symbol in my dreams to a part of myself or my phyche as oppose to real concern for someone else. I don't think that is the case for everybody though. Is the mother who dreams about not being able to find her child, truly concerned in the dream with protecting the child or is she more concerned with her self doubts and self worth? Not sure on this one. Might be an impossible question to answer.

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Yeah, I just can't get enough of these tests...

You are the classic yellow squeeky toy.

Find your inner rubber ducky.

I'm fairly bored and blanky staring at my brother's computer screen in a bit of silly hazy mind babble. I've been searching the net tonight in an attempt to explain why the word wuhbuhduh always issues forth from my mouth unconsciously. I have to admit, I haven't found much. I went through american indian words and places thinking that's sort of the feel of the word, but didn't find much there. I did find a town in Somalia named Wabada. Maybe I lived there in a past life. hmmm... actually I just was reading the meaning of the town name and it seems to be the word for "Lion". Maybe that was my last word in a past life and every life I've had from there out, I've been unconsciously screaming it.

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?