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David hates computers. The ones, the zeros... the whole thing. His involvement with
them is a coy plan... a plan so dastardly, so ingenious, so magnificent... a-hmmm... yessss...
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(As told to S. Abrams): "I am Fly Si. Fly Si is not just some
'handle' I 'made up' to be 'cool.' I live it and breathe it, man.
To quote Wesley Willis, 'I'm the real rebel every damn day.'"
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This isn't Mike
Kill this guy. I don't know this man, but he took my bag while I
was at a bar. You'll know it's him because he'll probably be wearing
the nice green shirt that was in the bag when he stole it from me.
He might even be trying to sell you some parts to my computer or the
zip disks with my portfolio on it.
Thanks for all your help. Mike
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Will was born in a shack full of lotion. It was one of the
first natural shack-lotion births to take place outside Sri Lanka
before they were completely outlawed in 1993. Fast Forward 20 minutes:
Will picks up the piano, but it's too heavy, so he puts it back and
down and picks up the guitar. Then, 6 months ago he moves from New
York City to California bay area so he could focus on making music
without all the tar and friends around. He makes his music via super
low budget machines of wax. Call him up if you're around the area and
want to make fun music.
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Drew is a writer and artist living in New York City.
He is currently at work on a study of informal grid patterns,
both visual and linguistic. As of this writing, he has nearly
been struck by lightning on two separate occasions. Also, as
the worlds foremost expert of the imaginary life of the Ballyhoo,
he is available for lectures and seminars.
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Heather Van Vleet is an artist, actor and software engineer.
She is the author and illustrator of "What Smell?: How to ruin your
life and torture yourself". A Native of Colorado, she is currently
a corporate web development engineer. She spends her days in a padded
4x8 cubicle of a multi-national financial institution. She currently
lives in Brooklyn.
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Michael Dolan lives in Brooklyn, where he
maintains a handsome collection of Horatio Hornblower novels.
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He is making it up as he goes along.
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Zane enjoys wearing fancy clothes. Amy witnessed George Hamilton riding in a car.
Together they form the Parmesan Pals. This brother and sister crime fighting
team was sent to Earth to create peace between mortals and to accrue massive amounts
of dairy products to reconstruct their lactose deficient planet. Zane has the
ability to squeeze himself into tight spaces. Amy can wear tight shirts. With
these powers, nothing can stop their fight for justice and their quest for milk
and milk solids. Nothing, except the pungent odor and evil forces of a cheese
called Swiss. In its presence, the team is powerless. You might say it is the
Parmesan Pals' Kryptonite. You might say it is the only thing stopping the Pals
from saving their planet. You might say 'hi' when you see them on the street.
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