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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Ok, while I think of it, I need to complain about Buffy. We've slowly been watching the Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs that I borrowed, and we're now down to 4 episodes left in Season 2. This beef will be small because I don't want to ruin things for anyone, not that that's likely, but the tendency for any character to get killed off at any time is pretty shocking, but the fact that there is a sequel show called "Angel" pretty much lets us know that Angel doesn't die, and with the plotline in Season 2, it sorta ruins it knowing that.
It's nice to not be hung over after my drinking club (err 'investing') meeting last night. I haven't had any alcohol in two weeks, and wasn't planning on drinking last night either, but the host had 4 single malt scotches that I hadn't tried before, so I had wee drams of each of them. My favorite was a cask strength Laphroaig from the Scotch Malt Whiskey Society, followed by a Caol Ila, then further down but still very good were an Aberlour and a Talisker. All weren't commonly available, one was from a friend of his who bought an entire barrel of whiskey and had it bottled. MmmmmMMMMMMm.
I'm not 100% sure why I'm not drinking right now. It started with having that bad cold, so I didn't feel like it, and now it's just sort of something I'm doing right now. I tend towards streaks anyway, so that's how it goes for now. Our big formal xmas party is this weekend, I don't know if I'll drink there or not. I didn't watch the Rams get shelled against Green Bay last night, but that confirms that they can only beat the Seahawks, and we all suck. The UW Men's basketball team has their highest AP poll ranking (#14) in 20 years. I can't wait to hear who the new football coach will be. My two-a-day head's up tourneys with Corey gave me two all-in bad beats today. First time I had Q6c, he raised half my chips before the flop, I replied with all-in, he called with 64u. He hit a freakin' 4, winning that match. Gah! The next time I had A6, flop was 236r, so I had top pair and top kicker, and so as chip dog I went all-in. He called with 24u, giving him low pair and an inside straight draw. Sure enough, a five hits, giving him a straight, winning that match. Sunday, November 28, 2004
You may have noticed last week I pointed out that my Seahawks stink. Yes, that was proved today again. 7-9, or maybe 8-8 is what I think we'll end up. Gack. Saturday, November 27, 2004
Stupid Amazon. I rarely order from them, but finally last weekend I broke down and ordered some nautical fiction that retails for $16 but they carry for $11. All four listed as "ships within 24 hours", so I was pretty pleased. Over $25, so I could use free shipping. I don't mind them shipping it via the slowest possible method, but it's been a full week, and they haven't even shipped it yet. Why bother claiming it ships within 24 hours if it's not going to ship for over a week? It's not like it's on backorder, they're just keeping it around to make sure free shipping is the slowest possible method. It pisses me off, and makes me not want to do business with them.
I'll chalk this up as a lesson learned. Friday, November 26, 2004
We had the smallest Thanksgiving gathering I've ever been a part of last night. Just B, my mother-in-law, and my kids. Three adults and 2 cute kids. Still, it was a good day. A bunch of my friends came by all day long before their dinners to watch football on TV, drink beer and whiskey, and eat chex mix. B made a couple of different candies (toffee and peanut butter fudge), it was a really fun day. I watched nearly all of both games, the first game had zero defense, the second had zero offense. Honestly, its more fun to have the former, 40 yard rushing plays are exciting in ways that 3-and-out isn't.
One friend asked why Testeverde wasn't playing, and I had to reply "the mojo to the ressurection spell wore off finally..." I've been playing the single-player levels of Battlefield 1942 at lunchtime at work. Hooo! So much fun. Not that realistic, it's basically WWII-set capture-the-flag, and no way should any number of bazooka shots affect the front of a Tiger tank, but a lot of fun within it's limitations. I vastly prefer to be the sniper (game calls them scouts) with the scoped rifle. As a sniper, my main problem is with tanks, but if you shoot the tank commander sticking up you are mostly too hard to see to the guys inside the tank, and if you happen to be near an ammo stockpile, you can throw a couple dozen grenades under the tank to eventually blow it up. (Instead of armor, tanks apparently have hit points, if you are patient and the tank doesn't get you, you can take out a tank with a machine gun) Monday, November 22, 2004
Let's see. What has been going on?
I started feeling like crap Thursday afternoon, and was worse on Friday, so I spent the day at home, in bed. Uff. B's sister and her husband and baby showed up Friday night, they were staying with us to visit his stepbrother who was going to Afghanistan on Tues. On Saturday, I felt a lot better, which was good because my friend needed me to help him move. Last time he moved, I helped him. Then I moved, and he helped a friend's mom move instead of me. Then he needs to move again, and he asks me. Hrm. I think I'm getting the short end of this stick. To make it worse, he's got an 800lb monster sized gun safe, holds his dozen or more long guns. We all told him when moving the %&$$ into his house last time we were NOT going to help. He apparently didn't believe us, because he didn't have safe movers move it. He even tried to get us to help him move it, but the four of us who'd helped last time just sat and watched as he, his brother, and a foolish friend tried moving it. Especially nice is how soft his yard is at this point, so they had to move boards for it as they went. At one point they bogged down and accidentally dropped it onto the face. Ooops! I took off, since I agreed to help him move everything but and nothing else was being moved while those egyptian slaves slowly put rollers under that pyramid piece. Saturday afternoon was Apple Cup, the annual cross-state rivalry University of Washington vs Washington State University football game. My Huskies had won the last 6 in a row, even though the last three years the Cougs were ranked in the top-10 going into that game. Sadly, we sucked again, losing 25-28, to drop to the worst record in 115 years of football, 1-10. We'd brought the game to within 3 with 4 minutes to go, and it looked like we'd pull off yet another crazy win, but it was not to be. After that we had a dinner with most of B's siblings, and then the guys went to get a movie to watch that night, B and I had a party to go to. Our party was nice, but kinda sad, cuz we were the only guests for the first hour and a half. They had probably $100 worth of fancy cheeses and tasty appetizers, and a total of 4 guests. She knew she'd invited people too late, but we still did our best to make it fun. On Sunday I watched my Seahawks suck. They just utterly suck. Sure they managed to barely pull off a win at home against arguably the worst team in the NFL, but they got only 2 first downs the entire second half. It was pathetic. Miami had what looked like 375% of their players go out with injuries during the game too. I mean, their QB (I forget his name) bruised his hip so bad that when a teammate patted him on the butt he nearly fell over cringing in pain, yet managed to continually march the ball up and down the field. Gah! We SUCK. I'm guessing we'll be lucky to end 8-8 at this point. Sunday night we fed the kids early, and they went downstairs to watch "The Aristocats" with Grandma while B and I went out to a fancy dinner. A bunch of restaurants in town have a deal where they have $25 price-fixed meals available from Sunday-Thursday in November. We went to the Waterfront, a new place in Pier 70, where a semi-infamous meat market bar used to be during the 80s. Holy crap that place was expensive. They had $50 and $60 appetizers, $90 and $110 entrees.... Uff. Our $25 meal included an appetizer, entree, and a dessert. Unfortunately for me I still had my cold so no booze for me, but that kept things cheaper, since B's glass of wine was $12 and her dessert wine was $13. The dessert wine she wanted was $38 for 3oz, but since we can buy a half bottle for $50 at Costco it didn't seem worth it. The meal was nice, the service was impeccible (they had 2 guys refilling our water whenver we took a sip!) and they had a crazy fire dessert show for some of the real customers. They wheeled this cart out, and took two metal cups with long handles, and poured a bunch of booze into one, set it on fire, and poured fire from one to the other for a while. Then they poured a bunch onto the middle of the table, filling the table with blue fire, then sprinkled cinnamon on the table, causing a bunch of sparks and flame, then they took a volcano-shaped Baked Alaska (I'm assuming, i didn't check a dessert menu) and poured fire on it, then drizzled chocolate on it. Amazingly, the fire didn't damage the white tablecloths. Fun show, it happened at two of the tables near us. Thursday, November 18, 2004
Ok, this is too damn funny. For more than two years, my blog has had a psycho stalker. He's been posting weird gibberish comments anonymously, but nobody but him has seen them, since shortly after he started we put him in his own little quarantined lockbox. He posts comments, he sees his comments, nobody else (including me) sees them.
For half of 2002 and all of 2003, he posted these weird things, like "sappy pappy glargh" and "Sandler sells sandles silly snarky snits sappy sardonic stupors stupid silver screen" just downright weird little bits. However, starting in 2004, he started commenting rational things as himself, but I never knew because I don't pay any attention to quarantined stalkers. This week I found out that my stalker is none other than my poker buddy Thom. Thom, I've got to admit, I'm a little worried about you. I don't know if he was trying to get my goat or what, but I love how he saw his comments, but nobody else did. At poker last night I had the same result I've been having lately, start out with $20, go down heavy early, nearly hit bottom with a couple of bucks, work my way along for a while, then finally win back up to within a few bucks of even at the end. Last night I ended up $0.25. Woo! Might not seem like anything, cuz it's not, but when you're down $20 it feels awesome to break even. Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Quite a day yesterday. Isabel loved her preschool, but the teacher recommended we try the one for older kids that is 3hrs 3 days a week instead of the current 2hr 2days a week one. B is a little unnerved, she isn't ready for Isabel to be gone that much.
My poor brother Dan is in the hospital. About seven years ago his knee swelled up to basketball size. He named it Brutus. After seeing a bunch of doctors, none who could help much besides draining fluid from it and saying it's some arthritis-like thing (he's 31 now, he was early 20s then) it just went away after about 3-4 months. Well, Brutus is back, with a vengenance. This time, when they drained it, it got infected, and now he's been the hospital for a few days. He was going to spend December in Bali, but that trip is out now. Poor guy. Speaking of warm weather, as I was getting on my bike to go home I was commenting to one of the professors in my dept who was doing the same that I was glad the weather broke, 90 minutes earlier it had been pouring rain, it was currently sunny. He replied that 3 hours earlier he'd gotten off a plane from spending serveral months in the Amazon, so it was serious weather-shock for him regardless. Some friends just bought a new house, and the water heater leaks, so I got shanghaied into helping replace it. After work yesterday we headed over, measured the existing one, bought a new one, brought it back, hooked it up, and while it worked, I failed my recent lesson in plumbing: NEVER EVER reuse plumbing parts. Both the hot and cold feeds now leaked. We shut them off for him to replace today while he was waiting for the carpet installers. It was an easy install, and hopefully he learned a few things. After we had it installed, we filled it, then went to the nice nearby pub, the Fiddler, for some dinner and beer while we waited to see if the water heater worked. Mmmm, a pitcher of Maritime Pacific Windjammer Lager, quite tasty. It was pretty funny, as we were walking to the pub my buddy's wife called, there was obvious traffic noise as cars passed us, and he's all like "Um yeah honey we're hard at work here... yeah, oh that noise? Yeah we're going to Home Depot for more parts... yeah..." I was cracking up. I got home JUST in time to smooch the kids, they were getting their bedtime songs from B. After they were down B and I watched "Gilmore Girls" off the TiVo and did an online crossword puzzle from the Seattle Times, then it was time for me to head down to the airport and pick up my youngest brother Kurt, he'd just spent a week in Florida. Dan was the one planned to pick Kurt up, but he can't drive and he's in the hospital... Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Bridget has been wanting to get Isabel (3.5yrs old now) into a preschool for a while now. There is one at the nearby community center that is a couple of hours twice a week. She tried to sign Isabel up for it in August but the class was full and there was 1 kid ahead of us on the waiting list. B knows a few of the other kids in that class, and their moms were telling her it was getting kinda empty. B finally called them up last week, "Oh yeah we've got room".
What the fuck!? Why have a waiting list if you aren't going to call anyone on it to fill vacancies? I mean, on the one hand, the community center has a lot of cool things, but on the other hand, if it's going to be a complete fucking catastrophy administratively, how can I support the city giving them more money? Anyway, when I came home from work on Friday Isabel was nearly incoherently excited. "DADDY!! I GET TO GO TO PREEEESCHOOOOOLL!!!!!!" jumping up and down. She's been stoked all weekend as well. Today is her first day, I can't wait to hear how it turned out. Man oh man did Dallas receive a beating from Philly last night on Monday Night Football. Ouchie. I loved the stat that until last night, in 45 years of being a football team Dallas had never given up 4 touchdowns in a single quarter. Monday, November 15, 2004
Many of you probably already know this, or are smart enough to figure it out on your own, but if you have a dry scratchy sore throat, do NOT drink spicy hot V8. Ouchie. Worst possible beverage. So tasty, so painful. Sunday, November 14, 2004
Another classic Isabel quote:
"What's that smell?" "That's dinner." "It doesn't smell like dinner, it smells like poop."
Isabel was trying to explain this weekend's football results to Bridget.
"The Huskies, the Cougars, and even the Seagulls (1) lost! Even the ones in the blue stripes (2), they bit and they bit (3) but they lost anyway! One of them got bit on the nose, 'cuz he had a bandaid on it." (4) Translation key from Isabelese: 1 Seahawks 2 Seahawks 3 I always yell "get 'em bite 'em when we're on defense, long story 4 breathe-right strips the players wear Very funny to hear what she thinks of what she sees. Saturday, November 13, 2004
Sigh. My Huskies once again held their own for the first half, and got thumped in the second half. After holding fifth-ranked Cal scoreless for 28 minutes, we went into the half down 6-7. Final score: 12-42. Well, at least we finally beat the spread, which was 31 points. We're now 1-9, and 1-9 against the spread.
I was going to go with B, but she's still got a cold, so I ended up going alone for the first time. Couldn't find any friends to go. Sigh. This morning I borrowed my brother's gas powered backpack leaf blower. Wow that thing kicks ass. Many leaves moved into a giant pile in no time. Too bad I don't live in a time and place where I could burn them. I love fire. Friday, November 12, 2004
christ.
So I wanna go to bed, and my wife and mother-in-law are downstairs watcing chick flicks on the DVD player. But noooooo, the %&$* bed has no sheets. Dammit. I'm tempted to just go sleep with Isabel. Her bed has sheets. At least my Huskies are 31 point underDawgs tomorrow. At home. They are 0-9 against the spread this season, no team has EVER lost gone fully defeated against the spread ever before. No team has ever gone undefeated against the spread, either. At least I have no place to sleep. :(
Gah!
Ok, so I was out first in our poker tourney. I had AJ suited, and the flop was J and some rags, unsuited. I bet, get called. Turn is more rags. I have high pair and best possible kicker, I bet, get raised. Shit. I friggin' KNEW I was facing an overpair, probably QQ or KK, but dumbass me calls, cuz the bet wasn't too large. Sure enough, the river is further rags, not the A or J I needed, and after he goes all-in for his pittance, I call, see his QQ. D'oh! I was down to like 45 chips. Next fews hands are crap, I fold. Finally, I'm the big blind. Blinds are $2/$4. call, fold, fold, call, call, fold. woo, 3 callers, I've got pocket 9s. I go all-in, raising my last $40. Fold, fold, call. Ho! He has King-10 unsuited (K10u). Flop sez 9 J 7u. I've flopped a set, but he can make a straight with 8 or Q. Turn is a 6. River is... FUCK! A %*$&#& Queen. Gah. I go home early, just as I was catchin' a good buzz. Sigh. At least I don't feel bad about my play, nothing you can do about beats like that. Trip 9s vs a straight on the river. Gah.
Wednesday night's Marine Corps birthday dinner turned out excellent as always. I really nailed the prime rib this year, it was perfectly tender and yummy. I really *didn't* need the cognac after we killed a couple bottles of red wine, a bottle of port, and two batches of 1775 Rum Punch (4 parts dark rum, 2 parts roses lime juice, 1 part maple syrup, splash of grenadine). Ugga.
It was nice having Veteran's day off yesterday, especially since I'm a veteran. We took the kids to the playground and I taught them to climb trees, much to B's chagrin. Tonight my friend has his quarterly no-limit texas hold'em tournement. My guess is turnout will be an all-time low, we'll have a single table. We'll see. Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Ah, today is the 229th birthday of my beloved Marine Corps. When it absolutely positively has to be destroyed overnight, accept no substitutes. We'll be hosting our traditional Marine Corps birthday dinner tonight. Mmmm, prime rib.
Last night I took the kids to a different mall while B went to her jazzercise. I'd heard they'd remodeled and expanded, so I was hoping they'd have a kids play area like Bellevue Square, but they didn't. The kids were really well behaved, so I went to a nearby Albertsons afterwards and let them each pick out a kid book. Isabel got one on gorillas, and Harry picked one on dinosaurs. Isabel wanted one on kittens too, which I allowed (yeah I'm a sucker, plus I have no problem with them loving books) but Harry was perfectly content with his dino book. I went to the self-check, big mistake with toddlers. Harry kept scanning his book over and over. Fortunately there were two barcodes on it, so he merely freaked the machine out and got the attendant's attention. Then, while I was trying to pay, I ignore him for just a second, and look down to see Isabel with her two books, and Harry with nothing. WTF?!?! Where the hell did he keister it this time? I check everywhere, with the attendant, she finally suggests I just go back and get another copy, when I finally notice it in a tiny crack between the scanner and where the bags are. Crickey. After we got home the kids played with grandma while B and I went out to toys backwards-r us to buy christmas presents for the kids while there is still something in stock. Harry got a firetruck, a stegosaurus, and some trains, and Isabel is getting a disney princess dress-up kit and a baby doll kit with car seat, stroller, and portacrib. Isabel was explaining to me last night that she loves baby dolls, but Harry doesn't like dolls, he likes trucks. Tuesday, November 09, 2004
B caught the cold I had last week, and so I stayed home to watch the kids yesterday. They were well behaved, and fun to be with. I even took them to their weekly babysitting group, where they could play with other kids and I could chat with other moms. Heh. Mostly the little girls in that group figured me for a sucker and piled all over me having me read book after book after book until my voice was sore. Sunday, November 07, 2004
Holy cow my Huskies suck. They are now 1-8, and on the fast track to finishing up 1-10. Crickey. They fired the entire coaching staff already, it'll be interesting to see who they hire to replace him.
Hoo! Ok, I recently started playing some more computer no-limit texas hold'em. After playing and winning a bunch of $225 buy-in super satellites (250 players, top 5 each get $10k WSOP buy-ins), I decided to try a 2004 World Series of Poker format. 2576 players. I hung back for a long time, trying to make the money, and after I did I played a little more aggressive. Actually, I alternate between just folding my way into higher money and being agressive to build up a stake. Made the final table in 10th place, but some agressive play and luck put me into the top few. Once I made that, my practice at head's up came into play, and I successfully pulled off the win. Woo! Too bad the computer players are way easier than human ones. I know it doesn't mean I'm good at real tournament play. Bridget and I have been having fun together doing computer crossword puzzles. They start out really hard, but after doing a few it's not that hard to put your mind into crossword puzzle mode and learn how they work. Plus the same author tends to reuse clues, like whoever the PI has writing theirs uses "Odie" from garfield every few days. Wednesday, November 03, 2004
The election was fun. I lost a halfrack of beer and a bottle of Talisker single malt scotch on the Presidental race, the beer was on Kerry and the Talisker was on the race being decided either way by midnight Pacific time. In my defence, when I went to sleep at 11pm I knew Bush had won. Strange how some states with 10k vote differences were "decided", but Ohio with 140k vote difference was "too close to call". Bastards. At least I get to drink what I lose.
It's been pretty fun to see all the liberals in a panic. It would have been fun to see the conservatives in a panic, they're not much fun when they're gloating. I've been laughing at things I read in some blogs from non US people whining about us. Heh. Ooo! B's christmas present, a new Fuji FinePix E550 6 megapixel digital camera arrived today. We decided there wasn't any point in waiting, we want to take more pictures NOW NOW NOW. This camera is supposed to actually take the picture when you press the button, not half an hour later like most low-end cameras. The extra resolution should make for better cropping, too. The only downside is the 6Mp is diagonal or something, so the images store at double size, 12Mp. Which means the xD-picture memory card it came with only fits 2 full-rez pictures. Crickey. New half-gig card ordered. The Seattle Monorail passed the recall attempt with flying colors, it's 4th election in the past 8 years. My Congressman, Jim McDermott, won with 80% of the vote. Guess he can do whatever he wants, Seattle will never un-elect him. I wonder who was searching my blog for "Susan" and "old girlfriend"? Susan was a really nice girl I met in a drunken stupor back at a frat party in college. We dated for 3 years before it was apparent it wasn't going to work. She wanted to get married immediately, I was 22 and totally NOT ready, and couldn't spend years more being bugged about it. I haven't talked to her in a dozen years, but one of my friends stays in touch, apparently she's a private investigator in a nearby suburb. Hope she's doing well. Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Halloween was fun. On Saturday we had two parties to go to. I didn't know what to dress up as, and finally decided on being the Devil, since it's relatively appropriate. I took some black construction paper and made two decent-looking (not great, but not totally lame) horns, and used scotch tape to secure them to my head. One advantage of being nearly bald. We had a devil pitchfork up in the costume parts closet, and I was done.
Isabel was a butterfly princess, with butterfly wings, a fancy gown, fake earrings, a tiara, and she was VERY pleased with it. Harry was a construction worker with overalls, a flannel shirt, and a hardhat. I just needed to teach him to grope himself and make catcalls at women and he'd have been perfect. The first party was B's friends, and it was fun. Lots of kids, including a 2 month old in a brown hotdog costume complete with a bun pillow to rest him in. He was very cute. We stayed a few hours, then took the kids home and put them to bed before going to our second party. The second party wasn't really a halloween party, it was a post-wedding reception for some friends of mine who finally snuck off and got married this summer after dating for 18 years. Very few people were in costume, so I nearly won the costume contest, but one couple arrived afterwards dressed as the freakin' Two Towers. Yep, Barad-Dur and Orthanc. Pretty funny. Orthanc came complete with a Sauroman action figure on top, and the gal in the Barad-Dur outfit had her face in the middle of the Eye of Sauron. Very well done. My brothers showed up at this one, in costume as well. Dan and his girlfriend were dressed up as cavemen, Dan in his sheepskin coat he traded for from a shepherd in China near Tibet. Man oh man did it smell bad. That sheepskin is really ripe. The bar at the party was very small, but had a bottle of Lagavulin 16-yr. Wooo! I proceeded to put a hurt on that, accompanied by my brother Kurt. He wore a giant pig head mask and an afro wig, which limited his drinking to longneck beers or drinks with straws, but we came up with a straw for his single-malt whiskey. They had a Bush pinata filled with dum-dums, but no stick and no way to hold it up. I was drunk, so I agreed to hold it, and Dan gave up his huge yak-boned-shaped cudgel for use as a smasher. A few whacks later and I was unharmed, Bush was shattered, and DumDum lollypops were EVERYWHERE. Woo! I grabbed some for the kids. The host sent the bottle of Lagavulin home with me (it was down to 3 fingers anyway) since he doesn't drink scotch and he bought it for me. Man was I a hurtin' unit that night. Nearly prayed to the porcelain god, but managed to avoid that fate. Since I'd taken care of all the kid duties on Saturday, I was free on sunday to lie in bed hung like a french monkey, then limp downstairs to sip gatoraid and watch football most of the day. Speaking of football, my Huskies not only got spanked again, dropping them to 1-7, but the entire coaching staff has now been fired. One of the assistant coaches had been with the program for 17 years through 4 coaching regimes. It will be interesting to put it mildly to see who gets hired. Urban Meyer of Utah looks like a great choice. The Seahawks won, beating a hurting Carolina to improve to 4-3. After the Hawks game, we got the kids back into costume to take them to the mall for it's Trick or Treat deal from 3-6pm. We arrived at 4:30 and it was total pandemonium. I roughly guestimate that 2/3 of everyone who ever lived was there, including some from beyond the grave. You never realise exactly how many kids there are until you go to something like this. A bunch of the stores were out of candy, that's real nice planning on their part, it's not like this is the first year for them. Isabel was a little skittish, but Harry caught on really quick, and was a trick-or-treating machine. My favorite costume I saw was a little boy, maybe 8, with some cardboard from a Miller Lite case reading "War Veteran, Need Money, God Bless" he was dressed in ratty old clothes with a big dirty fake beard. Totally funny, but the best part was the gleam in his eyes. My least favorite costume was some teenage girls dressed as sluts. Crickey. When we got home, my brother wanted us to take the kids down to his house to trick-or-treat, so while B was making dinner I did just that. They liked getting more candy, so I asked Harry if he wanted to trick-or-treat the house next door. He was all over it, but Isabel refused. I sorta ignored her and took them next door. As soon as the lady gave them candy, it was like a lightbulb went off in Isabel's head. "Holy Crap! They'll give me candy!!" She immediately wanted to continue the trick-or-treating, so we went all the way down to the end of the block (it's a long one) and back up the other side. They got a pretty big haul and had a total blast. As for the election, I filled out my absentee ballot last night with the voter's pamphlet, and now I feel unclean. Both candidates for President will be unmitigated disasters for our country. Oh well, four more years of deficit spending. Thanks for the cheap taxes now, kids, cuz you'll end up paying the piper for me. |
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