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LimO Day Too Many

I was feeling restless after class so I decided to walk to my car and back, about four miles just to let off some steam. After about a mile a somewhat heavyset lady of about 50 years accosted me and asked where one of the satellite campi is. "About two miles north." "Miles?" "Yes ma''am." Then she launched into a lament of how she'd chosen the wrong train station and was already late for her conference and how would she find it so I interrupted her. "This is really weird," I said. "But I'm going to my car now. If you want, I can come pick you up and drive you there." "I'll wait here she said." Sure enough, she was there when I pulled up. read more »

Wawa, update and spiders

On my drive up this morning I stopped in Wawa to use the bathroom. There was some guy hunched over the sink, but I figured he'd be gone by the time I was done. He wasn't, but he moved when I came out of the stall. "Sorry," he said. "My tooth is falling out. I'm trying to get it with my knife." "Too much dipping?" I asked. "No," he replied. It seems that wawa has sunken to new lows in the clientèle they attract.

Where have I been? Around. Still in my office, or at numerous people's houses, but alive and well enough nonetheless. Though it be summer, I'm still in my office. In my greed I signed up to teach a class; so it looks like I'll be here through mid July.

On my walk back the other day someone passed me on a bike with a modified helmet; rubber tubes for straps. He stopped about a hundred yards ahead and started eating the crab apples off a tree next to the sidewalk. Turns out I'm not the cheapest one on campus.  read more »

Found this on Yahoo! Answers about Superman and Lightsabers

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Can a Jedi light saber cut through Superman?

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Yahoo! Answers

06.01.2009

I keep forgetting about this site.

I think over summer I'm going to do a large art project, and use this to show my steps.

Spring Break; Atlas Shrugged; the Ghetteaux (Ghettot?)

Well, I wasn't living in my office last week on account of Spring Break, but I Haven't been able to stay out of my office either. No exciting vacation, but when the cook asked why we weren't on break, Mike told him that we flew up from Florida for that very purpose. That was pretty much the highlight. I had one pitcher too many when I ran into a friend and damn near had to sleep in my office even on break, but I was able to make it home by 3 am and wake up with everyone else.

So what have I been doing over break? Aside from work, I've been working on a short story and statements of intent, and reading. Atlas Shrugged is supposed to apply to these troubled times... chea, not so much. As a non-complete-idiot, let me say that Dagny and Hank are a far cry from the CEO's of today.  read more »

Caps Score

Uploading media to the site just got a whole lot easier. Compose>media to add video or audio. Here is a short clip I shot last night at the Washington Capitals game just as they scored. You also get a nice shot of my beer at the end as I try not to spill it while turning the camera off. You can also record directly from a webcam and even leave audio/video comments.

Currently only registered users can upload media.

capitals, verizon center, washington

Should Poetry Rhyme?

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The Poet (Tribute to The Raven)

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Once upon a mid-day sunny, I was penning lines for money,
Nonsense lines to get me noticed at the time I was obscure.
None were rhyming nor were matching, "Ceiling paved the floors with thatching,"
Egg of chaos I was hatching, hatching as not done before.
"Such an egg as this," I muttered, "never has been hatched before."
And then I heard a demon roar.

Ah, so clearly reminiscing, I recall I heard a hissing,
Down my leg and past my shoe now ran the wetness to the floor.
Greatly shaken nearly falling, felt as though my heart were stalling,
I thought f or sure that Death was calling, calling at my kitchen door.
I thought the feared eternal Footman had at last come to my door.
A prospect which we all abhor.

Through the door the noise invaded, past the paint forever faded,
By the shine of countless candles lit to light my nightly chore.
On my sorrow I was nursing as I stood there then rehearsing,
All the years that I'd spent cursing, cursing like a vulgar boar,
Cursing all the things in life that I could liken to a boar.
My face reflected off the floor.

From my foot I pulled the stocking, on the door there was a knocking, read more »

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