Hm. Just finished off that bottle of nihon-shu. How'd that happen? I was just sitting here, watching anime...

Thinking while doing the dishes how much I'm gonna miss good nihon-shu. And then those thoughts drifted away and I found myself thinking how much fun it would be to order sushi in Reno from Elvis. Which made me a bit homesick I have to tell you.

So maybe the timing is right. I'm at that cusp between stationary and in motion. The chalks removed from under the wheels of my soap-box racer. Waiting for the big Mo for to carry me home.

Anyways, I wanna know about all my homies there back at homie. How's Archie, that wag? How's the Scotsman ("I'd much rather be set on fire than pushed down the stairs! I've been lit on fire tons!")? How's Dud? Bu-la-saleton-san (Dude, you don't understand!)? Cory? Jim? DJ Happy (shoo, bear!)? J-nel? Buff? D6? Paulie? What's yer 20? I know some of yas is lurkin' out there! Give me a 'cmon back, hear? 10-4? Gotcher ears on out there?

**RANT FOLLOWS**

Who's going to the next Burning Man? I feel the pull of the playa's empty space. That hot wind. The storm on the horizon, see it move for hours. The man. He burns! The worms pull his flames skyward in twisting apogee!

Anybody else out there feel it? Anybody else standing a little too close? Miss the artificial skies of laser-light and the writing on the mountain side? Miss the cracked toes and caked nostrils? The whim? The wonder? The board games in the donkey's ass? Bianca's Smut Shack finger sandwiches? Human car wash? 8 bit camp? Star Wars projection rave 'till dawn with the praying mantis and his master at the end of the dust storm that choked us but couldn't shut us up? Nights without end without days on end?

It's a collect call from center camp. Will you accept the charges?