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Wednesday, Aug. 27, 2008 - 1:15 a.m.

First, happy 43rd birthday to my ex-fiancee and old friend, Kevin Standlee.

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I was watching a show about Johnny Cash last night on PBS, and then I went a-googling, and a-wiki-ing.

Did you know Johnny Cash almost caused the extinction of the California Condor?

He'd been driving a truck through Los Padres National Forest, near the California Condor preserve, and his truck's wheel bearings overheated and started the fire, which burned five hundred acres of forest including the bird sanctuary, and killed forty-nine of the fifty-three known California Condors. And afterwards, he didn't express repentance, referring to the birds as 'goddamned yellow buzzards.'

Well, *I* thought it was interesting, anyway.

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My chat logs got me out of a predicament yesterday with Old Buddy Dave and Roomie Jim. I'd been misquoted by Dave to Jim, and when Jim asked me what had been said, I was able to head back into the log file and find my precise words and get everything straightened out. All seems to be well, and there are no hard feelings.

When any of you are doing any kind of business via the inter web tubes? Even if you are perfectly certain you are dealing with people whom you trust? My advice to you is to keep chat logs, keep every piece of email you ever exchange, and speak up with proof in hand that you've been misquoted.

I have done that for five years, and finally, yesterday, it came in handy to resolve what was essentially a domestic dispute.

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That's basically it. Have a good Wednesday.

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