Isn't it nice to hear from the Evacuee, and to be entertained with her cute observations? We're glad she's having so much fun and meeting people from around the world. We hope she remembers to bring us back a rubber stamp from that great rubber stamp store in Seattle. Also, we remain firmly in control of the situation as it continues to develop.
We threw a black widow spider into the garbage can and now every time we take out the trash we are afraid we are going to die. (We're not sure if we mentioned it, but it would be much more tragic if we died.)
We're sorry we forgot to carry out the Evacuee's request to detail that episode about running into her old high school classmate, her footwear at the time, and how it all prompted her to feel as if she was staring into the abyss. It slipped our mind. But we would ask this question: who is more likely to be on the path to self-fulfillment and self-discovery (and immortal fame)? The high school classmate en route to his law firm in Century City in his purring late-model coupe and his snug Banana Republic boxer briefs or the Evacuee, in her nearly fresh tank top, putting Reception Theory into practice with Serbians and Lebanese temporarily admitted into the country? Who, I ask you?
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As far as the high school classmate goes, I don't see any reason why self-discovery isn't possible working in Century City. In fact, I suspect that there's something to be said for doing a job and doing it well as a means of self-discovery, particularly when compared to running around the country on a whim. I might also point out that I know this guy, and I'd put his odds of immortal fame high, relative to mine. I think Mission Control may be speaking out of its own anxieties.
But thank you for noting the "almost fresh" condition of my tank top at that moment. Thank you.
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