From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1552">Juhaa</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

Thanks Echo. Travis is a poet. You can Google him if you feel the inclination. He's a good guy. The line you quoted can be read several ways I think. :-)
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1552">Juhaa</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

And if anyone is in Walla Walla in April, Charles Potts just informed me that the eclectic and famous Walla Walla Poetry Party is going on April 14-16, each evening from 7-10 PM. I'll be there for sure.<BR>
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Here's an interesting/funny read if you know Dennis Mair, Travis Catsull, Charles Potts et. al. <a href="http://www.poetix.net/Speechless/great_salutations.htm">http://www.poetix.net/Speechless/great_salutations.htm</a><BR>
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Travis is back at the Temple for a while. He's living upstairs he says. 
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1610">Redplasticroses</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

I dated my ex for 13 years, married to him for 20 - we are now divorced. I married him because I loved him, adored him....... he married me because he needed me. After all these years, the morning of our divorce, he was trying to be nice and while we were waiting for our court time he asked me if I'd like a cup of coffee.  I said that would be nice... as he started down the hallway to get it, he turned and asked me, "What do you take in your coffee?"  Sigh. 33 years with that man and he still didn't know the little things. I looked at the woman sitting next to me and said,  "This is why we are getting divorced"...... he never was the least bit connected to me. 
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=268">Misti</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

sorry again for the multiple posts<BR>
I am going to have to get Internet access at home, that's all there is to it<BR>
this computer at work is a joke<BR>
and I should be, like, supervising the kids and stuff
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=10">Galadrial</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

I've been online, and part of different poetry boards and communities for over five years.<BR>
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Implicit in that remark is the fact that I have "met" all sorts of people, from all walks of life. And some I have even met in person, even hosted in my home. (THAT was after long correspondence---I'm not THAT crazy!) <BR>
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I do not frequent "chats" for the same reason I avoided "singles bars" 20 years ago...not my thing. But despite this, I have run into Net Nuts, Web Weirdos, and Fantasy Freaks in my travels. I know that to some, this whole net thing is an excuse to be six, emotionally, and I know people have porn handles, personna. etc...but i don't. I can't be bothered. Sad to say, I have a life that demands my attention, so taking the time to "invent" some net nymphet to be just doesn't work for me.<BR>
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Last night, someone I recently began to speak with came online, simply BUBBLING.<BR>
They had WONDERFUL news...they were being PUBLISHED! And by a major publishing house, at that. No---not a single poem, an whole collection. Call me cynical...but somewhere after the third sentence, I was searching online for the Publisher's net site. Goodness me. They don't publish poetry. <BR>
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In fact, they don't publish popular ficiton either. <BR>
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I asked a few questions.<BR>
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This book would be completed and edited...in THREE WEEKS. <BR>
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(In what ALTERNATIVE universe, I wondered?)<BR>
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Ok. I was evil<BR>
I did not call them a liar...mostly because I was deeply curious to see how far they would take this. And quite frankly, after five years of observing others who faked death, claimed cancer, or switched gender without the benefit of a trip to Sweden, more often then someone of us change our skivvies, it was a harmless fantasy.<BR>
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BUT...it pissed me off.<BR>
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I have studied the publishing industry and market for almost 30 years. <BR>
I am not the one to spin such a thin tale to...and it offended my intelligence that this was even attempted. So just a suggestion to those who MUST invent silly stories to bolster their frail egoes...but do your HOMEWORK. I have never in my life participated in Olympic sports---so I would never in my life DREAM of claiming I have. <BR>
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A few years back, I was talking with a woman who claimed to have a degree in Archeology...but had never HEARD of the Peloponnesian Wars. Said it wasn't her area. AHEM. Sure honey...and I am secretly Pamela Anderson Lee.<BR>
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I guess this is a rant...but I don't really understand why someone would spin elaborate tales about themselves to impress people they could give a shit about.<BR>
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So how about you? Have you ever been told a LULU---something you knew at once was steaming horse droppings?<BR>
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Did you find it amusing, or irritating? 
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=268">Misti</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

After Lieutenant Brian dumped me in 1999 I got crazy on the Net. Met a guy at Literati, Yahoo's version of Scrabble. I was impressed 'cause he beat my ass eight times in a row. Usually when someone beats me I leave because I don't like to lose. But this guy was witty and wacky. We started e-mailing back and forth and then graduated to phone calls. He lived in Idaho, I lived in Texas. He sent me pictures of himself in the mail. In the pictures he looked like the guy who teaches Johnny Depp's character how to sell cocaine in "Blow." I was in love hardcore, sure enough. I wanted to meet him so I could jump his bones. He was hesitant, kept putting me off. I flew to Idaho and surprised him at his home. He looked like Tom Green's long lost idiot twin. I was shattered. I tried to overcome my disappointment but couldn't. There simply weren't any sparks in person. <BR>
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Not really, just made that shit up. No one has ever tricked me on the Net but I've been tricked a few times in real life by psychopathic liars.
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=268">Misti</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

oh dear gawd, just noticed another screw up in my revised poem...I give up, I cannot write here and tie shoes and tell kids to stop snitching and eating their boogers at the same damn time. I'll be back when I have the Internet at home.<BR>

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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=872">cryingshame58</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

Gala,<BR>
My vote is that it is irritating...I figure that if one lies on the internet that they most likely lie to others in general...Lies usually causes harm to others and to oneself...<BR>
CS58
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=436">Jon</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

My real name is Jerry and I'm 45 years old and I live in my parents basement. I play D&D a lot, I'm almost up to a level five wizard. But on the internet I'm a stud.<BR>
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Just kidding?<BR>
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-Jon
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=268">Misti</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

LOL at Jon. And my real name is Percy and I'm a Chinese-German currently living with my pet ferret (Pringles) in a swamp shack I inherited from my uncle Moe. I turn 63 tomorrow. I enjoy ping pong and drunk Candyland. I hate what those bastards did to Donny Osmond.
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=13">B.K.</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

Yeah and I'm a nun and the real reason the pope is in the hospital. (father forgive me)<BR>
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bk
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=10">Galadrial</a><BR>
Date: 9 March 2005<P>

You know what Misti?<BR>
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I actually MISS Kim WU!<BR>
(sigh)
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