13 Sept 99 
 
Well, just puttering around really.  In about an hour I expect to hunker 
down to some real work.   
 
Argh, someone please write me snail mail!   
 
The mailing address is (if you've forgotten): 
61 East 8th St., PMB 143 
New York, NY  10003 
 
Absolutely anyone is invited to write me.  Literary subjects are welcome, 
such as Austen, Dickens, or Rowling, but personal info and chattiness is 
okay as well. Please send death threats to someone else.  New York is 
already trying it's damned best to take care of that job. 
 
Let's see, I made a couple of additions to mywords page... some stuff I 
dug up out of the closet in the bonus room that I had forgotten about.  So 
=that's= where all my Japanese books went. 
 
Knitting/commuting update: past couple days I've gotten 2 and 3 rows done, 
respectively.  But on one day I dropped a stitch and it was giving me 
trouble, and this morning I rolled up the skein into a ball, because it 
was annoying me. 
 
Oh yeah, I'm trying to type up my journal I kept while in Japan.  I can't 
believe I wrote such crap.  It must have been the fatigue.  Really. 
 
And as Stu suggests: 
 
Punchlines I don't want to remember: 
I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this. 
I thought you said King Kong balls! 
an abelian grape 
 
puns for a lifetime: 
College Inn Injections 
haute meal 
dare I air? (you had to be there) 
 
and something else entirely: 
Knock knock	 
		who's there? 
kangaroo 
		kangaroo who? 
kangaroo hops!