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I'm going to dinner with sassylidge tonight. That should be fun ( Read more... ) -
Here Be DragonCon.
Atlanta is a striking city with modern architecture, and gentle people. One day if I'm lucky, I hope to return to it and see more than two restaurants, three hotels, and a subway ( Read more... ) -
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Well, soon I shall be back from DragonCon. And I'll take the community from my watch list ( Read more... ) -
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I think I'm going to download some E-Books for my trip. I have a ton of science fiction, but I want some of my old favorites for this ride. I want some comfort away from home. I'm just as concerned about remembering books, as I am about remembering to pack my face powder, clean underwear, and pajamas. I'm not sure what I'm so nervous about ( Read more... ) -
Great lunch.
Jim and I sat behind some corporate executive and his associate. They were having a power lunch, and talking a bit loudly. Like, I could hear him over the booth speaking in that loud lecturing manager voice, "I want to us to collaborate our resources to gain a technological advancement so that we have a strategic hold on the market to distribute ( Read more... ) -
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Someone called me "The Queen Of The One Line Put-down."
The vain side of me thinks that it's neat to hear the different views people have of my personality. Some other people think I'm sweet. I forget who exactly thinks that... but someone said it, once. I kind of feel a little naughty to catch myself in these silly moments of ... "Me! Me! ( Read more... ) -
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Okay, when it comes to house hunting... I honestly find what people want. I can listen to what they want, and visualise it, and find it. Now I'm hunting for myself. Me?? I don't know whatI want!
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I want to go on an F. Scott Fitzgerald walking tour, and soon (as soon as it's not humidly hot). Is anyone up for it? We'd hit such places as his old brownstone, his chldhood home, The Commodore, et cetera. I'm thinking it would be most grand on a Sunday morning, and it should end with W.A. Frost for a Champagne Brunch. -
Fuck The Back Row.
I hate driving into Minneapolis. The epitome of futility, is trying to find a good parking spot within walking distance of wherever it is that you want to be. As I steered my little Sonata around Dinkytown I passed The Varsity Theatre, I was reminded of why I was there in the first place. I was here to spend time with my neice, Erika, and enjoy ( Read more... ) -
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Lunch with sassylidge was fun. I consumed a giant piece of cheesy lasagna ( Read more... )