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dateline: somewhere in kailua

1 july 1996 11:23 p.m.

Not a bad weekend, as weekends go. Went to a surprise birthday party yesterday (buying a CD for both the birthday boy and myself), watched "Blues Brothers," and joined a church. Not just any church mind you. A church that quite complements my attitude about life. A church that, fittingly, has naught but a web page to declare its existence. A church with, I'd figure, about ten members -- mostly bored dormers at the University of Oregon. The Grand Holy Unorthodox Church Ironic. It's grown from the sinister mind of Brant, the birthday boy, a friend I actually was in high school with but didn't know it at the time. He's terribly cool, for a fellow who's just left his teens. In two hours, he explained about sixteen conspiracy theories of such absurd beauty I was almost in tears. He's gonna e-mail me all the details and he's going to add me to his page... it'll be cool to actually have a link to me somewhere out there... Brant also whipped out a card game, but I'll forgive that. At least it wasn't Magic -- in fact, it was kinda cool. It was called "INWO" (Steve Jackson again) and he traded two Dan Quayle cards for some girl's Al Gore. There's a card for Hawaii too. What is it with ICS majors and role-playing games, anyway? By the way, let the record show that it was the first "surprise" party I have ever been to where the victim was, indeed, surprised. In fact, I think Brant (dubbed "Mr. Spock" by his former UO dormmates) will never live down the horrific, double-breathed howl he let out as he stumbled ten feet backwards. Resting after filling a four-hour hole at work, I now I find myself plagued with the question simultaneously eating away at the minds of every pop-minded American tonight: see ID-4 on opening day or not? Sometimes I make myself sick.