with every season, turn, turn, turn

April 27th, 2001

it must be spring. had barbequed burgers and corn on the cob for dinner. yum yum. reminds me that i have a longstanding responsibility to humanity to compile and report statistics about the ages-old corncob question. this seems as good a place as any to get a demographic sample. i’ll report when i get critical mass.

[ iframe removed – way out of date ]

of course, if you’re using Netscape 4.x you won’t see the survey form i included in an iframe between this paragraph and the previous one. well, that’s just TFB for you. wake the fuck up, drag yourself into the 21st century, and get yourself a real browser.

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