From: Beaver_Fever@live.com   
      
   She posted here in the 1990's.   
      
   And on another group.   
      
   Under her real name.   
      
   In the meantime a bit later she had a user name on a music message board where   
   we hit it off due to similar tastes in the more obscure bands, though she   
   lived a bit far away she would sometimes be at local gigs.   
      
   Maybe a few years later I mailed a package with memorabilia etc and got her   
   real name which looked really familiar.   
      
   Then we were in the same room again in 2010-ish and I said hey are you the   
   same ... who posted on Usenet?    
      
   Yes!   
      
   Hey I used to post as (whatever my user name was at the time).   
      
   Her jaw dropped and she said "NO...FUCKING...WAY" then she said to her   
   boyfriend "I've known him longer than you." I actually see him around more   
   because he lives close by and we were at a lot of the same places so we would   
   sell each other tickets or    
   give each other plus ones etc.   
      
   But remembering my crazy posts and knowing me, she knows it's not really a   
   joke. Guess that's our little secret as I used to be afraid of being "outed"   
   though now I don't care.   
      
   She has a slightly deep hint of southern drawl. Perfect for radio and   
   podcasts. Instead of telephone customer service. Maybe some day I will figure   
   out a podcast where I will be Ashley Flowers and she will be a much smarter   
   and relevant version of I can    
   never remember her name who acts like a less funny Flavor Flav.   
      
   That particular night was actually a party but a band I go and see played a   
   few blocks away and I went there next. This was during my brief 2009-2010   
   relapse. Got really, really fucked up, don't even remember the band though I   
   had a digital audio    
   recorder so I was still able to experience it later. The band plays to 12   
   people here but a friend in England was a big fan so I would just send him   
   recordings all the time and he would occasionally send me T shirts and stuff   
   from my favorite nobody ever    
   heard of them bands from there.   
      
   Woke up in my friend's house not really knowing where I was. One of those   
   Silver Lake in the hillside houses where you go in the front door and right   
   downstairs into the living room so I even had a hard time finding my way out   
   of there.   
      
   Never banged anyone from Usenet though unlike music message boards and I   
   suspect that opportunity has slipped away.   
      
   If not for the crazy turn life took with the advent of the internet in the   
   late 1990's I am not sure I would have been able to hang on this long.   
      
   Thought I would add a bit of levity as I still think about the heartbreaking   
   tale of Veronique and Pauly (??) who I gave ticket selling advice to once.   
   Then started taking my own advice to escape the McJob and eventually retire.   
      
   I love America!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)