Archive for November, 2005

You Smiled, and Then the Spell Was Cast

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

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Happy 2nd babe.
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When in Walked a Man With a Gun in His Hand

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

Ahhhhh, sweet home Dundee…which really doesn’t have the right number of syllables to work does it? Anyway, today I will regale you of my shallow, politically incorrect and highly prejudicial views of hunting and hillbillies and what better way to start it off than with a Skynyrd lyric? Hey! I’ll even let you in on one of my dirty little secrets: I love me some Skynyrd. Their songs make me giggle. Oh! And here’s another freebe for ya: When my aunt was trying to trace the family tree things got mighty vague beyond Great Grandpa B. According to the records, he just sorta magically appeared from out of the hills of Kentucky one day and set up camp wherever it was that he set up camp. No doubt because they aint got no need to be keepin birthin records up there in them hills of ol’ Kentuck. So you see, I’m genetically predisposed to liking Skynyrd…it’s in my blood!
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So Scream You, Out From Behind the Bitter Ache

Monday, November 7th, 2005

Hoooo! I am one o.r.n.e.r.y. boo with a righteous crank going so pity just about everyone I have or am going to come into contact with. And pity the color blue especially because today, today that damn color is JUMPING ON MY LAST NERVE!
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Japanese Snackfood Review: Maccha Caramel

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

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The Movie Wasn’t So Hot, It Didn’t Have Much of a Plot

Friday, November 4th, 2005

Whoooo! MINI-SMITHEES! Tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow) at 8pm, Wolverine Room in the Union. Which, if you replace just the U with an O you get Onion. I have no idea why that amuses me so, but every time I walk by the big old MICHIGAN UNION sign I think that to myself and laugh like a loon.
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Going Somewhere, Going Nowhere

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005

What posses Word to arbitrarily decide one day that all documents will open at 150%? For that matter, what possesses Word to do anything that it does? I once had an entire folder of sub-foldered documents (somewhere close to 1000 of them) up and declare their solidarity with Quebec and spontaneously refuse to speak anything but French. You can imagine the red that peppered each and every document as the French dictionary tried to make sense of information written in English. Why? *I* didn’t tell it to cede from the Union, Word just suddenly had a French thing and wala! (well technically, voila!) Au François.
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The Day is Done, The Sun is Down, The Curtains Have Been Drawn

Tuesday, November 1st, 2005

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