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| oo5. Don't wait up. |
[04 09 08] |
Linus, could you watch Wolfgang this evening? I'm going to be working late at the lab.
Meanwhile, the political chit chat is stifling. Won't someone steal the headlines, already? I miss my sensationalized literature
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| oo4. This isn't Riverdance. |
[21 08 08] |
I was walking home from the hospital this afternoon, hand firmly atop trilby hat, when I saw a pair of loons out on the quad, one of them dancing like Michael Flatley and Co. If you're going to swirl about with your arms akimbo, at least have the decency to wear a pirate shirt so we can distinguish you from the rest of the student body.
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| oo3. It's better than yours. No, really. |
[12 08 08] |
Now, I've never been one to buy into hyperbole. It is, as a general rule, vulgar and unnecessarily dramatic. Thus, you can trust me when I say that Wolfgang is likely the best dog of his generation. I am tempted to skip class merely to dedicate more time to nurturing his innate talent and throwing the tennis ball for him and scratching his ears.
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Linus, why are you posting animated...things.
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| oo2. Duck-hunting done right. |
[02 08 08] |
Hunting in this country is a travesty. The ethics are lacking, as is the gun safety. The proper attire is a thing of the past. The wildlife is scarce as chicken teeth in this part of Florida; I am saddened to report that so goes the way of the true hunter, as well.
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Linus. Linus. Wipe that grin off your face; you'll scare people. I propose we get a dog. Someone must uphold tradition.
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| I. Give us your proper steak sandwhiches. Regards, Britain. |
[25 07 08] |
Here's a topic of discussion for those of you incapable of talking about anything beyond Journals/The Dark Knight/Complaining: these things you call "diners." I'm going to let the inaccuracy of the name go by the wayside as much as possible here (never mind that the people inside These Establishments are technically the diners, and any reversal of diner/dining establishment is frivolous--and frankly, vaguely disturbing), because the real topic of discussion is the food. Was there one dining/diner Mecca that said unto all the other diners that They Shalt Be The Same? Sure, we have the occasional variant here and there, to trick us into thinking that one particular diner--oh dear, could it be the one in our hometown, perhaps?--is superior to the rest. Apart from the daring addition of a Turkey Burger or a Diet Delight to the laminate menu, any dietary change is clearly is a superficial one at best. If this is the standard by which I'm meant to judge your culinary accomplishments, United States, consider your Michelin stars dropping like flies. The nostalgia is nauseating. Do you all consider the ninteen-fifties the pinnacle of your collective national development? Poodle skirts and Perry Como? Really and Truly?And as for the decor, well. Let's just say I've had enough circulating model trains, placemats, polymer countertops, and polyester seats to last me three lifetimes, and leave it soundly at that.
And the waiters are another question. Just how does one come directly from the kitchen with hands that show signs of just having been across a taxi seat, through one's hair, and, most recently, daubed with anti-perspirant? I certainly don't know. All I do know beyond the shadow of a doubt is what was on his hands, and they didn't need to be serving me food--much less presuming to present me with check.
Speaking of which, Linus: where have you gone. They'll be dropping the milkshake tab soon. You know how I feel about being alone in an antiquated cultural museum with bad food.
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[21 07 08] |
Life is whittled
Life's a riddle
Man's a fiddle that life plays on
When the day breaks, and the earth quakes
Life's a mistake all day long
Tell me, who gives a good gooddamn
You'll never get out alive
Don't go dreaming
Don't go scheming
A man must test his mettle
( In a crooked ol' world )
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