the reader is herein and hereby noticed of cult activity; that the perusal of these web pages constitutes membership in the cult following of Justin hall
a Capricorn with a dour face, John Seabrook suggested I might get along well with his friend tim moss, an editor at details magazine
I took the introduced october 95 opportunity to present myself as an engaging future feature story. He was notably pretty. Memorable blue eyes I think that seemed to beam incredulity as I waxed for the better part of an hour on my unacknowledged epitomization of a particular moment in the early history of the web. I left banging the elevator doors because I had been absurd.
would it be fair to say that you've had scores of corporate buyout offers?
offers for columns, sure. Scores? That's like 20. Four score and 20 years ago - Lincoln was talking about 120 years ago. (I said 20, scores mean 25).
I think scores means a few now.
either way it's inaccurate.
Larry calls the people you had dinner with your followers.
that's absurd; they have their own programs running, and they would have eaten there together without me.
temporary girlfriend? That's offensive.
I stewed and spat, I saw
Stefanie likely didn't tout me as quite the media-fetish-item they had in mind.
I despise the caricature,
that makes you, you, a cult follower. Now if that don't make you antsy,
one, 2 three - ready to die for what i think? live? have sex with me? bring me your children?
you know, there's one thing that potentially redeems the piece: they likely direct quoted you, because you're so devastatingly articulate, if there's anything in there you said it could salvage things.
like the great chuck d said,
We don't need it do we?
drunk yesterday early, nothing done. nice weather, poor im4pulse control.
scanned photos this morn:
(before that, let me just say "amy". thank you.
then he put his face on the scanner: