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Little-known Crimson Fact Number Fourty-Six:
He used to have a late-night radio show on WUVT in Blacksburg, Virginia. Unfortunately, it was on the AM side, not the FM station, but he subbed-in for FM folks from time to time.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Might I suggest visiting the MW Repertory Theatre Company, Etc. and checking out Bill Marr's Survey Central.

Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One afternoon, a student was walking by a field when he came upon a master.
Said the student to the master: "What is the mind of a man?"
The master replied: "A ball in the stream."
In that moment, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe