Spartacus (a.k.a Sheldon) has gone off and started himself a blog. You probably think I’m going to link to it, and I won’t disappoint, but just to be a little different, I’m gonna put it in a footnote. Le Fuchs was on my team during my SI days – kind of a part time employee, part time partner in crime. It took me forever to type his email address, because on the way to “fuchss” I kept typing “fuck” — that my muscle memory works like that is a mystery best left unsolved. When we weren’t waxing poetic on the elegance of well written perl, we were debauching ourselves by lapping the sauce like a couple o’ camels two months past the last oasis.
It’s crazy what you learn about people when they start blogs. I mean, I never in a quintillion years (I’d have gotten it in sextillion years, tho’) would have guessed that he was into pearl diving, but there it is, right in his blog. And when I read about masturbatory assistance pillows, it dredged up some awful memories about mousepads with boobies. You can’t make this stuff up, folks. At least we’ve got Fronto’s next birthday present lined up (unless Van Halen puts out a new CD or something.)
 The Blog: f00. The domain, fuchietown, reminds shelfoo of a Pseudo Echo song. If he had any taste, it would remind him of a Lipps Inc. song 
 I am suddenly reminded of that line in High Fidelity when Rob says “how can it be bullshit to state a preference?”
 I don’t know how, but it can be.