Introduction

FRIDAY, MARCH 9
Breaking Bread
The Balcony at Iron Cactus
What's 6'6" and bluish-orange?
PB and WMF
All hail Jish, Savior of Our Seats
Lance Arthur, Master of Understated Elegance
Hey, Macarena!!
Blink, damn you! BLINK!
Lounging at Lovejoy's

SATURDAY, MARCH 10
Dignity. Always dignity.
Ms. B, Miss M and Halcyon
At Courtney & Lane's House
Objects next to Ryan...

SUNDAY, MARCH 11
The Halcyon Experience
It's a beautiful page...
Take off every zig!
My audience with Abdul
Fray Cafe
Meeting the Monkey
Sixfoot6 and Kinsey6
Into the Fray
Praying to the Pumpkin
Ow! Oh! Do it again!
Touched by a monkey
On the way to Katz's Deli
Moist men in a mirror

MONDAY, MARCH 12
Your ride is here, Mr. Graham!
Dinner at Stubb's
Later, at the bar...
No, ma'am, he doesn't have ID
Hot monkey love
Monkey business
Monkey in his natural habitat
Dan, Dan, the billiard man
Trouble with a capital "P"
He's even better at air hockey
For love of the game...
Blame Canada.
Last call at Stubb's
Next time on Crossfire...
Yeah, he looks innocent, but
Uh-oh...
...and then the police showed up.

TUESDAY, MARCH 13
The Adaptive Path Party
Up on the roof
Sweet as syrup...
And then we called Firda

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 14
Matt goes clicks-and-mortar
Bart's Axe
Bart's Other Axe
Rock & Sex & Drugs & Roll
Austin Civic Opera guitar
Yes, those are real nails...
An uncommon mirror shot
Kilroy was here
Hot, rotating, vertical pork


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We are fortunate to live in a time when the gods walk among us. You can imagine my surprise and trepidation when, at the awards ceremony, the one and only Abdul the Great deigned to invite me to sit with he and his servant Ann in the audience.

I was thrilled beyond belief to be in the presence of such obvious greatness and then, though I had brought no offering for the Swami, I was struck speechless when Ann said Abdul had brought a gift for me. When she handed me my very own Abdul the Great mousepad, I am not embarassed to tell you that I wept without restraint.

After the awards, I managed to compose myself and pay proper homage to Swami Abdul, bowing and showering him with praise and thanking him repeatedly for his boundless generosity, of spirit and of mousepad.

Although it may be impertinent to say, I had the feeling he wasn't really listening to me. His eyes kept darting to the awards table, and I could have sworn I heard him chanting "Mine, mine, mine" under his breath. Perhaps it was a mantra. As a humble supplicant, I probably should not speculate on the arcane and mysterious ways of Abdul the Great.

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