"Wear the helmet as much as you can, especially during times
that you feel you are usually abducted. Some persons report
complete success just wearing the helmet at night, others report
that the aliens became aware when they were not wearing the
helmet and took them when they weren't wearing it."

Thanks to Jim Sterne for the tipoff on this fine beat-the-aliens page.
And no, no relation. Far as I know...

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to
hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time
and still retain the ability to function."

F. Scott Fitzgerald
(who went barking mad)

At the end of one interminable motherfucker of a year, the Exalted Ones of Shaula Lambda Scorpii pay homage to RageBoy for completing yet another cycle of his dangerous but crucial Earth mission. By this time acclimated to the planet's pervasive aura of poisonous neurosis, RB accepts these worshipful ministrations with characteristic equanimity.

Monday, December 31, 2001 Fall In Write without reason. Go too far. Fall in, fall in. Say I am here, my palms are open even though you are lost and don't know who you are. My hands are empty. I have forgotten my name and the sound of it on his tongue. All I have left is the scent of something I once touched. Memory of the sound of color streaming from the stars singing. So now I am praying and writing to remember back my name. Praying that this gloom laden night becomes music to the stars and your great remembering happens to me. Wishing you a surprising, renewing and joyful New Year. Warm regards, Laurie

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 Full Circle Skill without feeling. Blather away. Write on, write on. Say I am fine, my palms are swaying even though you are stranded on some desert island of the mind. My heart is empty. I have forgotten his PIN and the number on his Visa card. All I have left is the scent of my scintillating self-importance. Memory the color of blood streaming from the wound I carved into his back. So now I am lying and posing to cloak my betrayal. Imagining the damage I will do with this overwrought bullshit and the precious Work of Art I'll make of you. Wishing you the kind of nifty surprises you handed me Last Year. Cold comfort, Chris