Fred's got a truly multifarious array of talents,
combined w/ prescient discretion about
when and where to reveal them. He's a
proto-vaudevillean villain for the new aeon.
fred's eloquent visions hypnotize the
dust bunnies. WHATEVER mystical
mystries that he is selling, I AM
BUYING. Thank you for your electricity,
connectivity, and of course your
hardware.
fedaRICO... whoaoohhh... fedaRICO...
I have lost track of how many times
Fred has saved my has completely saved
my ass, pulled me out of the dumpster
and reminded me of the sun and the
stars. There could be no better friend
ever. But what a wunderkind! Fred's the
guy that recites the first hundred
pages of 100 years of Solitude while
tightrope walking and twirling many
stack of plates and making it all seem
effortless. Then he cracks a
sidesplitting joke and busts a yoga
move that should only be possible in
orbit on the space shuttle. The Jewelry
store, his mad little lab in the
Mission, will always be my favorite
epic performance freakout zone of late
90s SF circodelia. Fred has to have the
widest range of friends of anyone I
have ever met. A true social ring
master, he's got the sharpest parody of
the guru techno Sham Man this side of
Jonestown. In case you forgot what the
meaning of your life is, simply Ask
Qatar!!! (if you don't get it, google
it!) go Freddy, go Freddy!!
combined w/ prescient discretion about
when and where to reveal them. He's a
proto-vaudevillean villain for the new aeon.
well of smarts, curiosity, sexiness,
drive, irony, ideas, and love. An
impressive soul to get to know.
dust bunnies. WHATEVER mystical
mystries that he is selling, I AM
BUYING. Thank you for your electricity,
connectivity, and of course your
hardware.
I have lost track of how many times
Fred has saved my has completely saved
my ass, pulled me out of the dumpster
and reminded me of the sun and the
stars. There could be no better friend
ever. But what a wunderkind! Fred's the
guy that recites the first hundred
pages of 100 years of Solitude while
tightrope walking and twirling many
stack of plates and making it all seem
effortless. Then he cracks a
sidesplitting joke and busts a yoga
move that should only be possible in
orbit on the space shuttle. The Jewelry
store, his mad little lab in the
Mission, will always be my favorite
epic performance freakout zone of late
90s SF circodelia. Fred has to have the
widest range of friends of anyone I
have ever met. A true social ring
master, he's got the sharpest parody of
the guru techno Sham Man this side of
Jonestown. In case you forgot what the
meaning of your life is, simply Ask
Qatar!!! (if you don't get it, google
it!) go Freddy, go Freddy!!