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Q: Who is this person -- mr.tribe?

A: Michelle R. Tribe

Q: Who's she?

A: That person over there .

Q: That's not an answer.

A: And that ain't no question.

Q: Fuck you.

A: Fuck you!

Q: Whatever. What is this newsgroup about?

A: This newsgroup is about five pounds. Or, to put it another way, it is hiding in your sock drawer. If you still don't understand, you need a haircut.

Q: Who posts here?

A: Only the certifiably insane. To become a registered poster, you must send a certificate attesting to your degree of mental illness, plus the signatures of four of your doctors, to:

alt.fan.mr.tribe registration
372 Broadway Avenue
Woodstock, NB
CANADA

Q: Wait a minute! There's no 372 Broadway Avenue in Woodstock! I checked for the postal code in the "Canadian Field Researcher's Guide to Elusive Postal Codes".

A: Ok, you caught me.

Q: What do the people here talk about?

A: The people here don't talk.

Q: Grr. What do they post about, then?

A: Verbal vomit. Brain blockages. Incoherent babblings. What they found between their toes. Most of it is illegal, blatant plagarism from the so called "Bible" from the planet z!!!RRr#2.

Q: Am I allowed to post anything about Radiohead?

A: Only if it's a positive post. Michelle does not tolerate Radiohead-bashing.

Q: Oh. She's a big fan?

A: Regardless of what some people in Bells Corners may say, Michelle just likes the music. She has absolutely NO desire to lick Colin Greenwood's elbow.

Q: Does Michelle know the meaning of life?

A: The answer to life is not 42. Michelle has discovered, through a series of highly secretive yet scientific tests, that life is just a big game. The purpose of life is to have the most fun with what role you have been given. If you manage to win the game, you get to become a god. (So far, nobody has of yet won.)

Q: Uh huh.

A: Yeah, baby.

Q: What's Michelle's favorite colour?

A: Eleven.

Q: What would Michelle like to see people post?

A: Michelle would be happy if people posted. Anything goes -- post-modern, surreal, Jungian or anthropological subjects; detailed descriptions of a 30 second interval of your life; mocking those who are under-educated, middle-class (or higher!), white, anorexic, polluting, capitalistic consumerist pigs.

Q: Jeez. Are there many happy people here?

A: I'm tired of answering questions. Go away.

Q: But....

A: I said fuckin' go away! Sheesh!

button

Once again, I discovered this button.

button from scott

In 1991, during the climax of a lonely self-pity party, I buried it on a hill overlooking the northern reaches of the Appalachian Mountains. About 8 years later I climbed that same, recently clear-cut hill. There the button lay, brillant in the sun amongst the greyed wood chips. I pocketed it, musing on the possible psychological meanings.

Fast-forward to the time a desperate someone broke into my apartment to steal laundry change, second-hand CDs and an old laptop. I suspected this orange button lay hidden in a stolen backpack used to hide the ill-gotten goods. But last month I found it in an unloved jewelry box. This button entered my life 17 years ago. It follows me around.