just so you know, mark, the two things you have listed under “misc.”, Warcraft 3 and CNC: Generals are located in the desk which this computer i am using sits on…
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Archive for February, 2003
if the weather could be that wonderful late spring/early summer time period… when everything is no longer squishy wet but it has not had a chance to become a massive greenhouse of wet earth and incredibly hot atmosphere… when you could get by with wearing jeans and a tank top… and the tulips and daffodils and lilacs are the prominent flowers… and the smell… not the fru-fru flowery smell but a hint of that mixed with the warm smell… the not brand-spanking new smell… but just before it gets to be a slightly jaded smell… and there are no bugs out yet… except for fireflies… but no actual flies or mosquitos… and you can be excited to get up at dawn or sit outside at dusk and be so comfortable… you can be so complete…
a long-time childhood “friend” of all of ours died today, at the age of 74.
fred mcfeeley rogers, traded his red sweater and blue sneakers for the hereafter february 27, 2003.
For when you’re reading this at around 11pm:
Put down the book, and go to bed.
You won’t retain it anyway.
You won’t retain it anyway.
In lieu of further exploration into the nature of social identities, or a possible essay detailing a confounding discovery concerning the dimensions of certain bathroom tiles in the Centrum, I now provide you with an excerpt from a Lewis Carroll poem which has been rolling around in my head since lunchtime. Enjoy:
'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.'
If I recall, I did a speech on Lewis “The Man” (or) “Charles Lutwidge Dodgson” Carroll in high school. I’m sure it was a poor one.
