James and Jen and Sonya and I stayed up far too late last night, looking at autographed pictures for sale on eBay and watching the Box. We are totally plugged in.

After work yesterday I went to the Grocery Store to pick up a few essentials (hot chips, smokes, Coke, mushrooms). As I was leaving a stopped at the free-papers rack and looked through RSVP, our local society rag.

I guess RSVP is a pretty standard society page, as far as such things go. A typical piece in it is a paragraph or two of introductory stuff about the event in question, then several pages of liquored-up society types hugging each other while holding a drink.

The pictures are what it's all about, I guess. Who doesn't want their picture in the paper, right? You can tell a lot about these people by looking at their pictures. The young people all look like the kid who got the shit beat of him everyday in elementary school. The pictures I like, though, are the ones of a guy, in his fifties, looking kind of jowly and gray, and his wife, who is always a slim blonde who appears to be in her early thirties. And the captions are just so breathless...

Bob Sutterhome with his wife, Lucinda. Lucinda was so surprised when she married Bob! Here she thought he was typical impotent old man, more interested in golf than her aerobicized body. But no! Bob's last wife, Cornucopia, retired happily from that marriage, I assure you, with a house on Maui, a fistful of FedEx stock and an unending stream of young native boys to keep her flushed and happy! See that smile on Lucinda's face? That's the look of a happy woman! After this picture was taken Bob was seen in the sculpture garden impaling the saucy wench on his magnificent phallus! Bravo, Bob! Bravo, Lucinda!

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