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IF a heart must be broken in 2008:


well...


don't.

"Yeah,

but why he do the same dunk, tho?"

Magic funny.

At 2:50a, on what is now

the day AFTER dia de los be$os, my apartment-lord and his girlfriend are conspiring to drive me batty with their cuteness. All I need now is some sounds of passion and one will certainly be better advised to check for me near the big red splat on the pavement 'neath my window rather than at either of my appointments for the day.

Well...

what do you think?

(u big hater, u.)

3rd day

Seemed like we had them.... and they went stupider than they ever have before.

Had to yell to break a "you a bitch" battle. Made myself hoarse in 30 seconds.

(which prolly don't speak well what I'm trying to sell to them about efficient voice use)

Scary part is, I think I can go louder. Imagine if I'd supported myself!

There are ones there who really want to be there. After seeing them so disappointed at having to leave, then come back and have the class break down again was...I guess "heartbreaking" is the word, but it seems trite in context...

...
......
........

(shrug)

For me, the problem

with the metaphor is that it's the "building" that's in the bag, not the cookies. The misdirected elements "building" and "bag" in their poor use weaken the usefulness of "cookies" as a symbol.

...not that he and great writing are traditionally associated.

Other news:
Just so we're clear, the Giants have officially overplayed the "underdog, 18-1 giant-killer, nobody believed us" thing with that goofy stomp performed in front of city hall. From this point on, it's whining - trophy or no trophy.

And shouldn't we have known that the Patriots were doomed the second it was obvious that Brady'd begun enjoying the media's brie*?

(* in the event you wanted to see what a metaphor looks like that requires thought, but maintains relation)

Like red tape?

You'd love P.A.L.

Too many people.

Too little communication.

Piled on top of kids who being place in after school activities they didn't choose.

(funkyasseyeroll)

First Day

Group leader had no (apparent) idea that we had the kids for 3:30p.

Started 10-15mins late due to trying to figure out whe no-one was there at 3:30p.

Felt under-prepared.

Good news:

Only one group of 10/11

In other news:

Boys start being assholes early.

Carry on...

As of Jan 18, 2008,

nobody's read my blog!

I blame the writer's strike!

Ha!

addendum 2/11/08:
Forgot to add statcounter tag back to template after change. You remember stuff like that when you do it the hard way. Damn the automation.

All Full Force, All the Time

no, I'm not kidding.

And I wanted my dad's Nova.

And he's only 16.

A Quote About Cats

found on the LPSG forum:

The only thing on a cat's mind when it is with people is: "if you were smaller, I could eat you." No, I wasn't looking for support when I found this page.

"Just let it slide..."

yesterday I had my first raw oyster.

I lived.

Wasn't quite brave enough for that "juice", though.

For the record, I elected to go with the chew method.

Methinks I'd like to try geoduck now,

cooked, however.

8O

I just took a job assistant-teaching the youth....


(....)


ho-lee-shite

.

:)

(hee hee)

How funny is it

that, during a halftime show sponsored by Sprint, Dan Marino's phone rings twice...

with the T-Mobile trademark chime.

(yummy)

Although one's surprised that Marino wouldn't be classy enough to use his own ring.

Hm.

viva la GIMP

For those who need Photoshop,

but don't want to pay for Photoshop,

consider the free alternative:

(for windows)

(for mac)

There are free versions of most major software.

See what happens when you try GNU things?

concernation

This morning, I awoke, realizing that I'd fallen asleep with the TV on; thinking that I'd only been asleep for two hours...

But it was closer to 6.

At first this was a pleasant thought. I've been wanting to get on a more regular sleep schedule.

Then I remembered that I was purposely trying not to fall asleep because I has something COOKING on the range.

I got up, went to the kitchen - no burning smell, the pan I was using was in the sink and the bowl I'd taken out was gone. I assumed the roommate had intervened in my attempt to make a bonfire of the building. However, there were no remnants in the trash indicative of the event. I checked to see if he'd put the evidence in the fridge to microwave - nope.

Feeling MUCH like an ass, I assumed that he'd bagged it separately and thrown it down the chute, came back into the room

It was at this point that I saw the bowl I'd taken out sitting on my computer chair containing residue of what I'd had on the stove and believed myself to have fallen asleep making.

I thought that it might have been something I made earlier that day, but I remember this being the specific bowl I took out due to the chip on the rim and the ringing sound it makes when placed down due to a crack long hairline crack. I even specifically remember the one whole and two halves of bay leaf that I put in the pan that were in the bowl.

So, now, instead of being more relieved that I didn't put the building in danger, I'm seriously concerned that I have no recollection of getting up, putting this food in a bowl, returning to the room and eating it.

I've admitted to half-sleep eating before, but I usually have some cloudy memory of it. I have completely NO RECOLLECTION of this event. I even started considering the possibility of missing time...

or maybe this body is just getting old....wasted motion finally caught up....

hope there's no precipitation today. desperately need bike ride

Chi McBride,

on the other hand, deserves to be awarded for his work in
Let's Go to Prison.

Thank you, Cinemax

for introducing me to the worst, most sexually gratuitous, exploitive,

yet poorly acted

bit of tripe thus far committed to film.

And, of course, somebody of color eats it first.

Shall'nt grant it the pleasure of a plug.