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It's Alan Watts, or as near him as I could make him on the resources I had. He let loose Eastern mysticism into the Western hemisphere didn't you know, but you do know, don't you, from your pandora's box of knowledge, I know how knowledge works, it's called specialisation you get comfortable with a few things and make sure you learn them well and so long as the conversation doesn't involve too deep a general knowledge, you don't look too stupid, turn the subject to your speciality and they'll wonder at your erudition, look at you in awe. I haven't a specialistic bone in my body, I just prefer to be a Jack of all trades, and a very poor one at that, but I get by. I won with ease when tested against the average man at Trivial Pursuit, I have an IQ of 128 according to Microsoft, or was it the Wheatabix packet? No I just estimated it by observing how stupid my fellow man appears to be. As for his other hand, it's down the front of my shorts, I surprised them, before their expressions changed to the other version of my sigpic! Alan's very protective and I look like I've just been caught doing something naughty! I still love you kit, even through the terrible times we've shared. Oh, that's right I hardly know you nor you me. Strangers in a strange land! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm working on my mental illness, I just can't seem to make it any worse. Oh it was just two simple questions and I'm dramatising it! Not much goes on in an old folks home for the gone yesterday people. Gone where? to fantasy land, I don't rightfully know. I've got no one to talk to. But I do have a premium room, with every material thing I could fit into it. Just a replica of home! And I won't go into my family abandoning me :) Two simple questions and I gave him my life story, fancy that. ![]() |