Conversations
Here are some real chats featuring real people. I’m Krambis1, Mark or me. Those other people are other people.
BONUS: Left on the threshing floor – These chats didn’t make the cut. Dedicated to children.
BONUS II: Have you seen this store? – Have you seen it? Tell me have you seen it?
Live Free or Die – Places where God makes men.
Fireside chats with Ryan – Intimate chats with Ryan.
Off the record with Sarah D. – Trying to recover what was lost.
A few of my favorite things – Email trailz from Crafty-C.
Strangers in the night – My second conversation on here with a stranger (see some lady), but we became friends! This is long but good.
Getting along with Andrew – My friend Andrew and why we get along so well.
Ms. Rogers neighborhood – Ms. Rogers drops by for a chat.
A tisket and a tasket, chats with Sandra… – Everything from Sandra D. to Sandra H.
Everything I know in life I learned from Jon H. – Wisdom from Jon.
The chats below are from the summer of 1997.
A few of my not favorite things – The groundbreaking chat that made random conversations famous.
We were merely freshmen – This one might be hard to keep up with as we’re both a little schizo. This was saved about a week before leaving for my first year at BU. I love this one.
With some lady – I felt bad after this one, I really did. I really mean it. I was a jerk. A big jerk. This might be too late, but I’m sorry, I really am.
Spreading the Christmas cheer – I felt bad after this one too, I really did. I really mean it. I was a jerk, a big jerk. This might be too late, but I’m sorry, I really am.
An exclusive interview – This newest addition is an exclusive interview with Rob of the now broken up “Albino Funk.” I don’t think Rob really wanted me to put this on my site, but it’s payback because he said my site was just ok and didn’t really need to been seen (but I’m not bitter).
His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.