I don't know. But I better start working on my acceptance speech. I mean it's a looooong way til it lines up again.
Hmmm, I'd like to thank Hitech Creations and all it's members (sniff), without you this never would have come to pass. I want to thank you, the fans for allowing me to humbly entertain you with the words of truth, justice and the American way. I remember as a small child the wonder I had when I saw my first TRS-80. I knew I was destined for immortality because of this magical device. Who knew the bright eyed kid with flowing blonde locks would grow up to overcome follicular challenge and reach this milestone. To quote that great american pioneer Olsen Johnson, "not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage little seen in this day and age". It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character... a gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country.
But only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that, man.
Ahh, Devil internet. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision,no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror... unable to communicatewith the spinal column... which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way... but you can't control it.
There is a huge body of evidence to support the notion that me and the police were put on this earth to do extremely different things and never to mingle professionally with each other, except at official functions, when we all wear ties and drink heavily and whoop it up like the natural, good-humored wild boys that we know in our hearts that we are..These occasions are rare, but they happen — despite the forked tongue of fate that has put us forever on different paths.
Maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
And last, but certainly not least, I want to pay homage to Al Gore, without whom none of this would have been possible.
