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From the Print Version Editor's Intro All the Dogs (A Jump Rope Rhyme for Kids) by Ada Limon Nuthin' Sirius (a collection of conspiracy theories from the people of California) by Phil Ramirez Oasis (by Elton Cunniffe) American Reform (a memoir by Karl Soehnlein) Chemi Ali (a poem by Alec Way) Five Political Facts and Associations (by Alex Robertson Textor)	Smartest Girl in San Francisco Friendster a Reptoid Plot? dear smartest girl, everyone is inviting me to join friendster. i don't know what to do. i feel sketchy about it. i feel like it's a reptoid plot maybe. i wonder what would brian weaver do. i don't know why i am afraid of friendster. even emily invites me to join friendster. i feel like she is eve and i am adam and she is tempting me with the apple of friendster. and with her invitation i feel a sense of temptation that is almost irresistible. why am i feeling this way, and what do you think i should do? cubbyjoel Dear Cubbyjoel, My first reaction was to tell you not to do anything you feel sketchy about. My second reaction was to tell you that since many of your trusted friends are on the network, it may be worth checking out. But after a close reading of your letter, the Smartest Girl in San Francisco thinks that your misgivings may be related to your natural tendency towards meeting new people. Because meeting people, for you, tends to be natural and easy, you may even consider the trait to be uniquely human. This can make you suspicious of people who must rely upon technology to facilitate their social lives. You may even think that the people involved with a technology like this might not be human. In fact, after pondering the concept for a minute or two, you might even be persuaded to believe that the Friendster phenomonon could just be a plot to maintain a reptoid network on Earth, that Friendster could possibly be the means for a secret society of reptoids to communicate freely and secretly using the largest and most effective communications device on Earth--the Internet. And if you follow the logic a bit further, since many of your trusted friends have invited you to join Friendster, could it be possible that they are all reptoids? Could it be possible that you, yourself, may be a reptoid? I don't mean to cause any sky high psychiatric bills by saying that, but it's worth some thought, considering that you are friends with the Cubby people. Yours Truly, The Smartest Girl in San Francisco	Online Only  Old Wine, New Bottles (by Doug Welch) Roused in thee Armchair (by Ben Tinker) Smartest Girl in San Francisco Black Habiru Musings (by Alec Way)
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