I don't have any knitting news to tell you today. All projects are going nicely and I just have gotten into bit of a knitting slump. Until the current stuff is done I don't want to start something new (what is wrong with me?)
Anyhow, here is a little story...
I met Timothy Leary at a party about 15 years ago. It was about 2 weeks before he died. He was nice enough if not a little too grabby for my taste, and we had a long conversation. To tell you the truth, I don't remember about what. I remember thinking how strange it was that I was actually sitting there next to a cult figure. I then remember that he started asking me about what I did for a living and as his hand traveled farther up my leg I was getting annoyed. I told him that I was a Webmaster for a Think Tank in Santa Monica (which at the time I was). This fascinated him (of course it did). Then it happened. He said to me "when I die can I contact you on the Internet?" I said "Huh?" He repeated himself. I had been drinking a few so I thought perhaps I heard wrong. I didn't. He wanted to contact me on the internet AFTER he died. I figured I had nothing to lose. I am pretty good at responding to email. So, I said "sure Tim, you get a hold of me after you die".
Years have gone by and I still haven't heard from him. Then again, I didn't really give him a conduit for contact until now. So, Tim if you want you can leave a comment on my blog. I will answer it.