In which I issue an invitation

Want to join a free-floating people's republic? Yeah. I thought you might. Here it is in broad strokes:

Boats, rafted together in international waters, existing as what my dear and loyal friend Loyal Dan terms a "very cheap data haven/ casino/ brothel/ free clinic." Woo-hoo! Bring a swimsuit!

I personally am looking forward to this new venture, especially the "brothel" aspect, as long as I'm not expected to work there. Who am I kidding? I will totally work there, as the Saucy Barmaid. I already have my outfit. I'm wearing the boots today--they're extremely high, and if I'm not crippled by the end of the day, they'll be perfect for brothel-wear.

So... please come with us. It will be so much fun, and we can play Hearts, and listen to Nick Cave and Jonathan Richman, and drink Salty Dogs, or whatever it is boat people do, I'm thinking it's a combination of all these things. I know you're not all going to want to come along, and that's all right. My horoscope warned me to "Beware of those who have negative opinions about what you're doing," so I'm prepared.

There is currently no name for this republic, incidentally, so let me know what you think. Carson is on board, and I'm sure the Keelhauler will want to come along, specifically when he learns about the brothel.



Star of the day. . .Carl Sagan
posted @ 11:40 p.m. on November 4, 2004 before | after

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She lay awake all night,

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