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The heart of Dixie.
We drove fourteen hours from My state to hers. It's warmer here and the dirt roads are red. Oh, and the entire population is addicted to sweet tea. I remain immune.
We won't talk about the drive down. It was long and it's now over, seven states and four major interstates later.
Thanksgiving was different. Cimmy, her grandparents, her aunt, and ( Read more... ) -
POLITICS, YOU GUYS
When the dust settled on Tuesday, things turned out pretty well for Kansans who are interested in joining the twentieth century. At this rate, we may join the twenty-first before it's out ( Read more... ) -
The importance of warm-up.
Danny and I chucked around the Frisbee the other day. Really. I haven't done anything like that in years. It got up into the eighties, though, so we ran around the park making ourselves look alternately graceful and asinine. Mostly the latter on my part. It felt great, even when my lungs were on fire because I don't get enough exercise.
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I hate it when I'm right.
I've now read enough Michael Crichton to know that I won't be reading any more. Once I find out how Timeline ends, I'm done with him. It's not that he's outright awful. Guy knows how to pace a story, I'll give him that. Thing is, if you pace a story well and then give the reader no emotional investment in the characters or what happens to them ( Read more... ) -
I'm... hesitant.
Having finished Cryptonomicon, I went to the used bookshelf by the International Room, down a hall and to the right from Ops Excellence. It's a no-fooling bookcase they keep there just for people to deposit their unwanted literature for other people to use. I picked up Timeline by Michael Crichton. I'm about twenty pages in.
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Someday you'll be an old bastard too.
the more you know, you know you don't know shit
I had an excellent birthday. Y'know, three weeks ago. Danny and Cimmy (
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Birthday!
Shhhh! This is Cimmy. Don't tell Adam I'm in his journal.
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The sound of the keening bell.
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It's underwear. Hooray underwear.
Know what's better than drinking a beer and eating a burrito in your underwear on a Friday after work?
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Independence hurts.
People who think firecrackers will blow off your fingers are way off-base. You probably have to hold them in your fist for that to happen, and no one does that. What happens is you light off a bunch of bottle rockets, whose fuses burn relatively slowly, and then you light a Black Cat, whose fuse is made of toilet paper, and you don't let go of it ( Read more... )