April 23, 2006
I Love Walnut Creek
Friday night, after getting my husband settled into the hotel room, instructing him to keep his foot elevated and order a hamburger from room service, I went to the rehearsal dinner, at an Italian restaurant in the quaint neighborhood of Walnut Creek.
I met a lot of my (now) cousins-in-law, and got a chance to talk with my uncle-by-marriage, the father of the groom. He's the one who taught me to ski when I was seven years old. A nice guy—and still good-looking, even in his 70s.
The wedding was lovely, too. We all met yesterday in a beautiful Presbyterian church constructed of unpainted wood in Lafayette. The preliminary seating seemed to take about an hour: usually there's this moment when the mother of the bride is seated, but this time there were so many stepparents involved that I couldn't keep track of them all (our parents' generation got awfully good at weddings, if you know what I mean). Also, the close relationship my mother has with our cousins meant that she was seated as part of the pre-ceremonial ceremony right before the mother of the groom came down the aisle.
And then we all adjourned to the Lindsey Wildlife Museum, where the reception was accompanied by the occasional squealing of a red-tailed hawk, and the owls sat immobile above the fray, turning their heads every now and then so we wouldn't think they were the products of taxidermy.
My husband and I sat in front of the snakes and lizards on display, so all the kids at the reception kept gathering behind our table and tapping on the glass in an attempt to rouse the reptiles.
And it was all wonderful, though I was so tired at the end of it all I wondered how exhausted those who had worked to put the thing together must have felt.
This is the second time within a year I've seen two schoolteachers marry each other. Strictly speaking, should they breed? Discuss.
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I work at a private school, and there is exactly one single person (female) on the faculty. Were a single guy to be hired, everyone'd try to hook him with the single lady.
My German teacher divorced in the 1980-1 time frame. She was remarried by the end of 1982, to one of the English teachers.
It's probably because any two teachers working at the same school can socialize without causing a conflict of interest. They're often eligible in their own right (have jobs and degrees), and generally have quite a bit more in common.
Now what needs explanation is the recurring theme of women school teachers boffing male students. LeTourneau had mental health issues; I wonder if that explains them all.
Posted by: John at April 23, 2006 11:08 AM (UelFK)
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Do they deliver 45-minute rants against Bush? If so, no...Just my opinion.
Male students may wish there was some sort of trend with frisky female teachers, but I think it's just an artifact of increased media coverage. And a willingness for school/civil authorities to discuss it publicly.
Posted by: Darrell at April 23, 2006 08:04 PM (dg5X9)
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Hey! They're math teachers, and therefore pretty occupied with 1) integers, and 2) fending off remarks about whether it's true that "you and Mr. Jones are getting married."
"Of course it's true. Now carry the one to that column. Go on."
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 23, 2006 10:24 PM (34TBU)
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Are they public school teachers? If so then they shouldn't breed. Public school teachers are some of the cheapest people I've encountered. They want discounts on everything with the excuse being they're public school teachers and taxpayers don't pay them enough.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 24, 2006 12:33 AM (JAozc)
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If they are math teachers it is already to late, they know how to multiply already. 8^0
Posted by: Jack at April 24, 2006 11:25 AM (qQQFd)
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I see you stuck with the hotel. Good for you! Limits are the only way to deal with family. I'd be just like your hubby - willing to go along to get along but give me my privacy and independence. Glad to see that you know which person in your life is most important to please. Heh.
Posted by: Janette at April 24, 2006 12:11 PM (OcgcA)
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Planning another "Do you miss me?" post, are we? Yes, we miss you, dammit! Now give us another fix!
Sincerely,
Your other "life coaches"
Posted by: Darrell at April 25, 2006 11:09 AM (4lArH)
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You're in the Bay Area? And you didn't call ME??? For shame! :-)
Posted by: Mikal at April 25, 2006 08:58 PM (zsqha)
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I was there for maybe 30 hours, Bud. I'll go up there real soon when I've got time to schmooze.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 26, 2006 01:08 AM (34TBU)
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Gonna visit LittleMissAttilaVille in the near future? We'd love to hear from you!
Yeah, yeah you got a job...who doesn't? Unless you have struck your head and now think you are really a visitor...Well, let me help! Poor Baby! Your secret identity IS Little Miss Attila! THIS IS YOUR BLOG! There! Now write three short posts.
Posted by: Darrell at April 26, 2006 07:57 AM (I2z+D)
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Oh, I forgot! PLEASE!
Pretty Please, if it helps...
Posted by: Darrell at April 26, 2006 07:38 PM (D/Oec)
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What are the rules concerning abandoned Blogs?
Posted by: Darrell at April 28, 2006 08:34 PM (1wnIA)
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She'll be back. She is NOT ready for hospice. Only for a nice long nap.
She never had enough time for everything when she WASN'T doing a nine-to-five. Now she's got that plus her other businesses plus a house to keep up plus her 12-step stuff?
ai yi YI!
It makes me absolutely bone-tired exhausted just to think about it.
*yawm*
A nap.
That sounds good. Actually. Very, very good.
Posted by: k at April 28, 2006 11:40 PM (y6n8O)
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k, you could have given us a few "WTFs," just to bring back pleasant memories. Or a broken link or two. We will wait. What else can we do?
Posted by: Darrell at April 29, 2006 08:35 AM (0iY89)
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Ah, the lovely WTF! So many life experiences, so little chance to really SAY it! I wish I spent more time greatly puzzled.
Now, as far as those broken links go, surely you appreciate that I have little interest in parsing them out a bit at a time. No. I am nothing if not generous. Twenty or so is just fine. One or two don't float my boat.
Which, however, means I'll have to wait until I'm Having a Bad Day. Unfortunately, that's such a rare occurrence any more, I may not be able to toss off any sincere WTF's and broken links for some time.
*sigh*
I've no doubt a REAL commenter would have no problem at all just whipping it all up out of thin air.
So, yes. We must wait.
Humbly Requesting your Gracious Pardon, I remain
World's Most Lame-Assed Commenter and Blogger,
k
Posted by: k at May 01, 2006 07:25 PM (wZLWV)
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k, there's quite a long list. I never considered you on it!
As long as you have checked and know all is well, I can be patient.
We could, if we were ambitious, update via our comments until our Mistress returns...
In the spirit of "undocumented workers," I propose replacing 'shoplifter' with "shoppers without receipts." It could also replace 'looters.' I bet there are others, but I'm not very ambitious.
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April 20, 2006
I'm Now Officially
. . . a sucker.
I just signed up for a month-to-month T-Mobile HotSpot subscription, so I can connect to the web from my local Starbucks. The new employer doesn't like people checking their e-mail from company machines—even during lunch or after work. It's quirky, but certainly their perogative.
But there's something about paying for internet access that sticks in my craw. What's next? Will I have to pay for drinking water? (Oh, wait: I suppose that small case of half-liters in the pantry wasn't free.)
I'm a rugged individualist, I tell you! A pioneer. Did my great-great grandfather pay for internet access when he ferried people along the Oregon Trail? No! He just took it when he needed it.
Did my ancestors pay for the wireless access when they travelled here on the Mayflower? Of course not; they were tough people, willing to use an ethernet cable when times were hard.
My bloodline has clearly diminished: paid internet access. Hotels in the Bay Area. We are sunk.
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You don't already pay for internet access at home?
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 07:27 PM (F3ea3)
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You pay for internet access?
And WATER!?!?!???
What will we have to pay for next?
Taxes on our INCOME???
Posted by: Joatmoaf at April 20, 2006 09:04 PM (SnrnA)
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If you're really nice I might send you a few scraps of bandwidth I have sitting on my cable modem.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 20, 2006 09:10 PM (JAozc)
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I wouldn't get bent, darling. I expect this whole electricity fad to blow over. I haven't given up my kerosene radio. And I'm not alone. Eddy Van Halen still keeps his original, steam guitar well oiled. When they pass word that your octuple core celerons are obsolete, I'll be laughing last and best. Yes I will. Any day now. Yup.
Posted by: Sonar at April 20, 2006 09:15 PM (qCS9x)
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Well, okay. We do pay for our DSL access at home. But that's a utility, like phone service, natural gas, electricity and cable TV.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 20, 2006 09:28 PM (s96U4)
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Weekly Sopranos episodes are more vital than phone service. If someone really wants to contact you there's always snail mail.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 21, 2006 12:01 AM (JAozc)
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Oh for cripes sake girl!
I would love to have have high speed internet service. I have to live with dial-up. I can't get DSL or even cable! The local TV stations say that by their calculations I get a good enough signal so I can't get them on my satellite dish. I haven't watched CBS or ABC for YEARS because of the poor signal (which really doesn't bother me). I live two miles out of town! There are people 5-10-15 miles out of town that can get DSL and cable. But because I live on a short road with few houses nobody will run any services in.
My phone service also s*cks. When it rains I'm lucky to get 28k. The phone company knows the lines are bad, but they are too busy installing DSL lines to the rest of the valley.
Thanks for letting me vent. This just irritates me to no end.
Now what were you saying about bottled water? I used to be in the water buisness. 8^)
Posted by: Jack at April 21, 2006 09:06 AM (/CNUE)
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Very funny post!
Cheers :-)
Mpro
Posted by: Mpro at April 21, 2006 12:40 PM (Ak5Lu)
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I was probably the last in my crowd to switch over to dialup, probably because I knew it would seal my fate as an addict. Now, of course, it's like oxygen.
The only other person I know without high-speed lives in Topanga Canyon, just on the other side of Malibu. Guess there aren't enough techies among her hippie neighbors to make it worthwhile.
I'd work on the phone company and see if you can get DSL; it might be easier than cable. Write lots of letters. If that doesn't work, call people up and swear at them.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 21, 2006 10:36 PM (XElDC)
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No cable where I live, and I hope the population density never rises to the point where it's viable for cable to be run. No TV reception either, and I don't watch enough to make buying satellite worthwhile. And DSL? Forget it.
Good news is that two years ago a deli opened up two miles up the shore that has free WiFi. Free WiFi in Union, Washington is like, oh, antigravity in LA.
Not so good news is that I spend most of my time (like, ten or eleven months a year) overseas, aboard a ship which has a lousy 36 kbps bandwidth satellite link, which is shared by every PC aboard plus the voice phone signal. So when home, dialup seems pretty good. Free WiFi and a sandwich or pizza seems like heaven.
Even though I have to pay for the sandwich or pizza.
Posted by: Steve Skubinna at April 22, 2006 08:26 AM (eguza)
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I'm considering a laptop and eating in town a lot. Many of the restaurants have wi-fi. Then I could drop the phone company completely and tell them to sit on it and spin.
Just don't know, I'm trying to lose weight now. How will having lunch in town every day affect my weight, badly I would say.
One thing I know is that I wouldn't move. Great view, no neighbors to speak of, close to town yet still out of town. AND PRIVACY GALORE.
Posted by: Jack at April 22, 2006 09:24 AM (1tz6A)
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The radio and T.V. are passing fancies that will soon pass that is true. I've read this post to all my friends, they agree you are have the wittiest blog ever.
Posted by: jim at April 22, 2006 03:46 PM (Sg1nl)
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Find a Panera Bread Co. Most have free wireless, their pastries are better, and the coffee refills are free.
Posted by: Zendo Deb at April 22, 2006 07:40 PM (S417T)
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Jack,
If you can find a place that serves a bitchin' chicken salad, go for it. For instance, a good Chinese Chicken salad with a dressing that isn't too sweet will lose you weight, even granted the almond slices are high-calorie (they are also very healthy in small quantities).
Or turkey sandwiches--that's another great option.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 22, 2006 09:24 PM (XElDC)
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It's Unanimous! They're All Crazy!
My mother has let me know that it's okay if I stay in a hotel this weekend in the Bay Area. She doesn't like it, but she "sort of" understands.
I thought I'd escaped the silliness, but when I called my aunt, the "sane" one in the family, I got more of this "but, why?" At my older cousin's second wedding, we were allowed to stay in a hotel without all this strangeness. Perhaps it's because it was that cousin's second wedding: the one this weekend is his younger brother's very first wedding. I like the girl, and I think it might even be his only wedding. (And here I am ruining it with this hotel business.)
Look, people: I'm married. My husband's a private, self-sufficient person. When he's crippled with a huge cast on his foot, he gets even more so. He's from Illinois: guys up there don't like to hobble around on crutches around their in-laws—or anyone else, for that matter.
I swear if I could get the cells in my body surgically altered so none of these people's genes were represented therein, I'd do it in a second.
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You couldn't use the "but I'll be freeing up a space for some other poor (freeloader) soul" defense? Or the "explosive diarrhea" gambit? Or "since my surgery, I am really, really, sensitive to secondhand smoke or its lingering residue--I can't breath!"?
You HAD to call, didn't you?
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 07:37 PM (F3ea3)
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Joy,
Your family is crazy; this is an axiomatic statement. My oldest sister (I love her dearly) has delayed her FOURTH wedding so that it would fall in the middle of my R&R from Iraq. Upside - all the relatives will be in one place for one stop "hi everyone" shopping. Downside - I lose a full day to travel instead of spending that time with my wife and kids.
Why does she want me at this one? Get this; the last marriage that "worked" for over 15 years had me at the wedding. I missed the next two (Army stuff). Those averaged about three years. She thinks I'm a good luck charm. No kidding.
Don't feel guilty, just do what you want and they'll forget about it in a week or two when they are obsessing about something else. It works for my wife and I.
Oh, and if Atilla the Hub is from Illinois, then you have to understand the quiet. As a Missouri native I know they kill and eat their wounded. (Just joking!)
SGT Dave
Somewhere in Iraq
Posted by: SGT Dave at April 20, 2006 08:42 PM (WQ4ma)
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Wow. You do have me beat: that "younger brother as good-luck token" idea is amazing. Yet somehow endearing and sweet.
I called my mother today; she told me she'd heard from my aunt and it sounded like Attila the Hub and I had decided on the hotel for sure.
"She wasn't too happy with me," I said, "but I think she'll accept it."
"Oh, don't pay any attention to her," my mom responded. "She gets pushy sometimes."
"Uh-huh," I shot back. "On occasion, your SISTER is pushy."
She sort of half-giggled in a moment of guilty self-awareness, then told me she had to go help hem my second-cousin's suit, which I gather was picked up today at the 11th hour, and doesn't quite fit.
If this whole fandango wasn't for my favorite little cousin I'd be ready to wash my hands of it right here and now. (My "little cousin" towers over me now, of course, and has since we were teenagers. But he's four years my junior, and therefore my little cousin. I fully expect his son or daughter to be double my height.)
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 20, 2006 09:44 PM (s96U4)
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You DID it! I am SO proud of you!
Hooray for standing up to bullies!
Posted by: k at April 20, 2006 10:18 PM (wZLWV)
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SGT Dave has it right: otherwise sane people consistently behave in utterly batshit ways around their adult children. This is axiomatic. I've been seeing the same woman for nearly ten years now, and my father still can't quite remember where she's from or her native language. (Georgia and Georgian, respectively. Not really that challenging.)
Posted by: utron at April 21, 2006 08:36 AM (CgIkY)
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Are you
sure you and she aren't Jewish?
Heck, we even tell "Gentile jokes," which are backhanded Jewish jokes. One that's apropos:
A [Gentile] man calls his mother and says, "Mother, I know you're expecting me for dinner this evening, but something important has come up and I can't make it." His mother says, "OK."
More
here.
Posted by: Attila (Pillage Idiot) at April 21, 2006 10:12 AM (C31gH)
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April 18, 2006
WTF?
Someone put some tonic water in my fucking gin. Fucking commies.
Translation: my mother just called, at 9:20 p.m., to tell me she'll be simply devastated if, when my husband and I drive up this Friday to the Bay Area for my cousin's wedding on Saturday, we stay at a hotel.
Approved places to stay: at my aunt's house; at my other cousin's condo.
Has she asked any of them if it's important to them that they put us up? No. She's getting around the imputation that she's "people pleasing" by telling me that it's her feelings, personally, that will be hurt if I "remove myself from the family." (This removal process is normally done by taking time off from work on Thursday to get one of the cars tuned up, and then taking another day off on Friday and loading the husband, his crutches, and his cast into his car, driving 400 miles, attending a wedding [both of us], plus a rehearsal dinner [me], and then turning around on Sunday to drive back to L.A.)
Of course, what she's asking is crazy. I want to check my husband into a hotel on Friday evening, make sure he has a nice pay-per-view to watch, and then attend the rehearsal dinner (which I found out about mere days ago).
But from my point of view, it's not just this craziness: it's every other crazy thing she's made an issue of since I was . . . well, since I was born.
"What do you want to do about it?" asks Attila the Hub.
"I want to sleep on it," I tell him. "I want to have a discussion with you tomorrow, and get your take on it. And then I want to tell her to . . ."
"So then we'll address it tomorrow, after we aren't so tired," he concludes.
"Good plan," I tell him. "Did you think of this yourself?"
Mom. How can such a sweet, wonderful whip-smart woman be such a twisted loon? Do you have to get special credentials?
Readers: you know how it is, right? If you give in on some of these crazier ideas, life turns into the "maximum security prison" experience: you're bringing them cigarettes. You're doing their laundry. (Wait . . . I already do her laundry.)
Time to set limits, I suppose.
Though I've certainly been given to understand that all mothers are somewhat crazy, and it's simply a question of degree.
I also understand that it's important to avoid matricide, because one is often judged by a jury of one's peers—all of whom somehow managed to avoid that same temptation.
I'll be 44 this summer. You'd think I'd have a handle on this by now.
I do not. What I do have is more Tanqueray to dump into my drink, thereby refreshing it and restoring to it the equilibrium I desire in my own psyche.
Policy recommendations: don't answer the phone after 9:00. It is either some friend who wants you to play psychotherapist to him/her, or a parent, who would like you to do something truly self-destructive to prove your love.
Just let the machine pick it up.
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Joy,
Parents get their revenge for your teen years after you hit 30. My wife and I never, ever, answer the phone after 10; often we unplug the upstairs phone and just have the answering machine get it.
The only time this does not apply is when I'm off working (such as now). My hours are irregular and offset by nine.
Go stay at the hotel; your family doesn't have a hot tub. Point this out to your mom and invite either her or some relatives you can stand over to soak after the rehearsal dinner. See-you are the one promoting togetherness now and mom is being unreasonable for trying to shoehorn you into a space that doesn't provide any "extras" for the family.
Note - I have used this ploy on my mom successfully.
Good Luck!
SGT Dave
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You are right! What more do you need?
AttilaGirl's mom: Nobody wants or needs visitors with all the hub-bub going on. Besides, your daughter has a coupon for the hotel that's just about to expire. Do you want to see it go to waste? Today's rules? Offer relatives a place to stay:Hope they have the common sense not to accept the offer.
Bring cigs? I wish I had a family like that!
Posted by: Darrell at April 18, 2006 10:00 PM (u6XKJ)
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I don't ever answer the phone. Period.
Saves a lot of grief.
Posted by: Desert Cat at April 18, 2006 10:38 PM (xdX36)
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Getting older doesn't really help when dealing with mom.
No matter how old you get she's still mom.
Posted by: tommy at April 19, 2006 06:26 AM (Np/5g)
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I am glad you decided not to test the UK judicial system with their "juries of your peers." Here, we have "fair and impartial" juries. I would have mentioned that yesterday, but I didn't want you to "fly off the handle."
Posted by: Darrell at April 19, 2006 07:50 PM (djhjj)
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No--she doesn't smoke (though my aunt does). I'm referring to the situation in a maximum-security prison wherein one becomes the "punk" (sometimes, "bitch") of a stronger inmate and has to wash their laundry and fetch them packs of smokes.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 19, 2006 08:57 PM (s96U4)
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All moms are nuts. Mine has long conversations with herself. What's worse is it's rubbing off on me. Mine just aren't as long.
I can't imagine taking care of her. One of us would die either by murder or suicide.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 19, 2006 11:30 PM (JAozc)
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Because of how evil the amerinazis have made America, Jesus Christ has removed His blessing. Can't you tell? http://www.deanberryministries.org/index3.h*ml
Posted by: DEAN BERRY -- REAL AMERICAN at April 20, 2006 12:18 AM (h/YSB)
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Hey, Dean, buddy, pal. Got a question. You know your statement is a fact because of...what?
Did JC or the Big Guy come down and reveal this to you? or are you...guessing?
Word to the wise: don't get pulled before the Judgement Seat and get asked why you presumed to speak for G*d.
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at April 20, 2006 07:18 AM (1hM1d)
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The Left and Christianity--sort of like drinking and driving, wouldn't you say? Ohhhh, Dean! How come you haven't been 'rounded up' yet? Not worth the effort? You're on to something with that "Bush=Hitler" analogy...I've never heard that before. I think you can use a vacation. I hear that Iran is nice this time of the year. I can give you the GPS co-ordinates for some places you just gotta see! WWJD? Beat you to death with the jawbone of an ass...maybe your own.
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 08:50 AM (ibicA)
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I feel your pain. My mom, for many years, has done the same sorts of things -- imposing on other people in the name of faux hospitality, using guilt trips, etc.
Grin and bear it . . . and learn the joys of strong whiskey therapy.
P.S. Originally, I used the word "mo**er" instead of "mom" and got my comment blocked. What's up with that?
Posted by: MrSpkr at April 20, 2006 11:27 AM (sBWc2)
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I had to make this comment to get my previous one released from "Limbo." What a crazy system!
LMA, I got your prison analogy. But I do think it's always a good idea to have cigarettes, just in case. And always avoid bending over in the shower--even if you dropped your soap!
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 11:39 AM (GjEOL)
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I like Sgt. Dave's approach! It's smart and polite and firm. It gets the job done! All at the same time.
I'm not sure I'd have been as gentle with her.
Ultimately, it's simple:
No.
Just say no.
It's your life. You're in charge. She has no right to tell you what to do, whether directly or by manipulation.
In fact, since you seem to be dealing with a sort of recovering sadist here, I could even argue you have not only the perfect right - but also the responsibility - to say No.
Not fair on you, I think, but that's the mom you got so it can't be helped. One of those things life does to us, sometimes.
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April 17, 2006
What's Extraordinary About Dating Women
It's impossible not to feel overprotective at certain moments. One tends to get carried away with a role it's impossible not to associate with men. There's a sense of power, of being the one who visits in the middle of the night.
I felt like a 20th-century highwayman. But the good kind, you know—the guy from the poem.
There's a desire to protect her, to put her on a pedestal. To make her precious above all else in the world.
I kind of dug it; what a shame I turned out to be straight.
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So betrayal was really service. And war is peace, freedom is slavery, and I voted for that appropriation before I voted against it.
Posted by: John at April 18, 2006 01:44 PM (Dlwhe)
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I'm afraid you'll have to clarify that thought.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 18, 2006 07:22 PM (s96U4)
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I think he's talking about Judas...
Do we have to comment to the correct posting?
Posted by: Darrell at April 18, 2006 07:52 PM (u6XKJ)
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Well, you know: when your hostess is exhausted, it's a great help.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 18, 2006 08:31 PM (s96U4)
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There's a desire to protect her, to put her on a pedestal.
The problem with goddess worship is that eventually she comes to think of it as her birthright...
Of course, at which point one can pull her down off the pedastal and give her a good spanking...
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at April 19, 2006 12:47 PM (1hM1d)
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Her eyes are like sapphires
Her hair like golden flax
Her teeth are like stars that come out at night
Posted by: Darrell at April 19, 2006 08:25 PM (djhjj)
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IRA, do you have details about that spanking you'd like to share with the rest of the class?
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 19, 2006 09:11 PM (s96U4)
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And pictures, if you please! If you can bring the lesbians into this, so much the better. And Catholic school uniforms.
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 08:37 AM (ibicA)
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What is it about men and short plaid skirts?
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 20, 2006 09:03 AM (s96U4)
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The real question is what is it about women in short plaid skirts?
Posted by: Darrell at April 20, 2006 11:27 AM (GjEOL)
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I Had a Bitchin' Easter Sunday, BTW.
It was almost perfect: we got up early and went to mass. Father Shea preached beautifully—I mean, delivered a beautiful homily. I mean it: people broke out into applause.
I made bacon and eggs for breakfast, straightened the house up just a little and took a nap. I woke up in time to take a second nap with my husband, after which I grilled steaks for dinner, and we watched The Sopranos, squabbling only briefly about the degree of its left-wing and anti-Christian bias.
Then we went to bed.
The only imperfection: I missed Goldstein's ground-breaking Scenic Easter Painting in Pixels.
But that's fixed now, and life just about couldn't be better. (Okay: except for the furniture thing. I do need furniture.)
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Furniture? No problem! I saw this and thought of you...Say the word and I will cover it with a bid on Ebay!
Air-O-Space 5 in 1 Sofa Bed The 5 in 1 Sofa Bed can be used as a:. 3 Seat Sofa; Lounger; Recliner; Queen Sized Bed; Children's High Rise Sleeper. http://www.dutchguard.com/p-air-o-space-bed.html
http://cgi.LMA.com/Air-O-Space-5-in-1-Sofa-Bed_W0QQitemZ4455345776QQcategoryZ48319QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
Oh, and they have "stylish" covers for it, too!
Aggghhh! Your silly content monitor!!!!! Substitute "ebay" for LMA
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Your content monitor screwed up the "ebay" link---Go to ebay and search for Item number: 4455345776
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April 16, 2006
Creating the Reality
Attila the Hub and I need newer cars, but I'd like him to go first, since I'm far too flakey to want the same thing more than two weeks in a row. So if he were to get a late-model sedan I could simply adopt his 1999 siverplum Saturn and enjoy the V-6 engine and CD player for another year or two or three.
Therefore, we've decided that we must win a car at the raffle for our local church in late June.
We've started referring to "when we win the car." We wonder how long the paperwork will take, how much the taxes on it will cost, and whether we'll have our choice of colors.
We are terribly serious about this. It is our plan for upgrading our transportation situation at the minimum possible cost. We remind ourselves that we're lucky people, and that we are perfectly likely, therefore, to win the raffle.
All the people we take to the event will be types to enjoy our good fortune, and take pleasure in checking out our new sedan with us. Maybe we'll give them the first rides in it after we take delivery.
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Sounds like your retirement plan(Lotto). And your vacation fund(Web contests). And...
Mine, too!
I bet there's a book in there somewhere. But that might scrap your plans if it's a bestseller. Don't worry. You'll be gone before Generation Y and Z see the downside. Better use a pseudonym(nom de plume), just in case!
Suggested titles? "Wishful Living," "The New American Dream," ????
Posted by: Darrell at April 16, 2006 08:30 PM (mgDoJ)
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"The New American (Day)dream".
Posted by: Desert Cat at April 17, 2006 08:32 PM (xdX36)
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April 14, 2006
Marble and Formica: Not the Same Thing
Hipnerd is
confused. It's not a
"Marie Callender's" he works near: it's
Callender's. Most
Marie Callender's restaurants are glorified coffee shops: the one near the Los Angeles Museum of Art is high-end. The only thing it has in common with the pie shops it dominates is, well—its fabulous selection of pies.
Mmmm, pie: I can dish it out, and I can take it.
Since this incredible, luxurious restaurant is near Publisher's Row, I've eaten there about a million billion times. With, like, every single person on the planet.
I met UBL there for lunch one in 1999: he had way too many glasses of Pino Grigio. The man cannot hold his booze. Though, you know—he did put the fear of God into the Western World, so one has to give him credit for that.
Gin and tonics at Callender's: officially, they contain about an ounce of gin. In practice, it's more like an ounce and a quarter. Do let the bartender know if you weigh little more than a hundred pounds: it's critical information. Especially if you like to have three of 'em. Do the math.
There's a grand piano there, and—as at Nordstrom—sometimes someone plays it to lull you into a sense that you aren't spending too much money. Of course, you are.
Take a stand, though: either get the salad with pear slices and gorgonzola cheese, or have yourself the kind of chicken pot pie they eat in heaven. 'Cause with any luck, that's a few years away.
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My husband and I used to go the Marie Callender's" in Los Angels you mentioned. It is awesome. And you are so right most of them are much different, more like a glorified coffee shop is right.
Posted by: Wild Thing at April 15, 2006 09:47 AM (tj1zH)
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Talk about short pours! Marie, I'm from Chicago. And if you don't start with 1.5 ozs and take it from there(2 is nice), we're going to have a conversation.
Posted by: Darrell at April 15, 2006 12:27 PM (H2E0u)
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Oh--so maybe they were giving me a break in the other direction.
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Maybe Marie hires old Carnies for bartenders that used to guess weight? Or psychics. I wouldn't put it past Californians!
Have a Happy Easter!
Posted by: Darrell at April 15, 2006 08:04 PM (SI5uw)
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My Life Would Be Perfect . . .
if I had a small convertible leather loveseat, and a package of roasted, salted soy nuts.
Really: it takes so little. I'm a simple person.
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Now the world is right! Joy bitching about something she doesn't have, rather than saying "Hi! Old Friend" to her trusty, faithful couch. A word of caution, "convertibles" rarely excel at both purposes. Everyday seating is usually the casualty. Finding a slightly oversized loveseat with a single cushion for the seat. An overstuffed cushion with the proper resistance, very little give. It will serve you well as both a seat and an occsasional bed. For one. Which is all that "convertible" will give you anyway. I bet you would write a little love note if a furniture maker left one at your doorstep. If it deserved one, of course! Do you think the Sultan of Brunei reads your Blog? I saved the life of his son in Chicago in the 1980's (or so he claimed to be Prince Something or other, son of the S of Brunei, before his two bodyguards whisked him away--he was going to step in front of a fast-moving car, looking left crossing a one-way street with traffic from the right). If he does see this, I think he can see that it would be nice to send a little something my way. It's only right. If so, maybe he can include a bit of thanks for the person, LMA, that saved his family's honor. Or he can just email me the bank account numbers and the passwords and I'll take it from there. I won't forget LMA. Or k's storm damage for that matter.
Posted by: Darrell at April 15, 2006 12:22 PM (H2E0u)
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Soy nuts? Obviously a California thing we fly-over country people don't want to relate to.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 15, 2006 01:59 PM (JAozc)
Posted by: Sissy Willis at April 15, 2006 03:11 PM (tgMh6)
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You REMEMBERED! You may be the only person north of FL who does. (And of course, how can we say anything in light of NOLA?)
Thanks for the nice thought!
Posted by: k at April 15, 2006 03:29 PM (wZLWV)
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Soy nuts may help a little bit with the PMS. Maybe.
And you're welcome, k! Now if only the Sultan replies(it's a true story, as far as I know). Or Mr. Lotto. Until then, it's just got to be my prayers...
Posted by: Darrell at April 15, 2006 08:00 PM (SI5uw)
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I first read it as "small convertible with leather seats"...
Posted by: Darleen at April 15, 2006 08:12 PM (FgfaV)
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That would also cheer me up enormously.
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A small convertible! So did I!
Posted by: k at April 15, 2006 10:39 PM (Ffvoi)
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All girls think about is cars!
If it were parked in your living room, you could honk when you wanted the Hub to bring you more soy nuts. And a T&T...
Posted by: Darrell at April 16, 2006 06:11 AM (pU9EI)
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What Would You Say About a Person
. . . who bought a almost two liters of
Tanqueray and 750 milliliters of
Hendrick's on the same day?
Would you say that this person was given to excess? Would you say that he/she should go back to more healthful habits, such as smoking cigars, maxing out his/her credit cards, and taking long baths?
I'm just wondering. I have, you know: I have a friend . . .
UPDATE: He'll just get more popular as the gin craze grows: people are tired of tasteless cocktails made with vodka, and for good reason. I mean, if you want to drink stuff that harsh, why not just pour rubbing alcohol into Kool-Aid? I say that with love, by the way.
Another sign that gin is overtaking vodka: every time I go to the local hoity-toity "wine shop," the vodka section has shrunk by one brand—and has been replaced with another premium gin. The buyer there is moving so fast, it might be difficult for a competitive person to keep up with her.
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I wouldn't say it's excessive. We're not talking about a daily purchase, are we? I'm sure you'll manage to keep up with her. Did you whisper in her ear that you would like to try Cascade Mountain and Desert Juniper Gin? I think she is really trying to keep up with you! So far, it's been no contest!
What is disturbing is that you had to make a purchase at all! Distilleries? Distributors? Where are the product samples? C'mon, guys and girls! Can't you see a marriage made in heaven here?
By the way, I got a warm, fuzzy feeling when I saw your full compliment of postings today. Sort of like peeking into the bedroom and seeing that the prodigal Joy has returned, all safe and snuggly in her nest! Don't take the lack of comments as a sign of indifference by your readers. We all are just happy to see that all is right with the world. No sense in doing anything to disturb that!
Posted by: Darrell at April 15, 2006 11:59 AM (H2E0u)
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Joy,
Sorry about this, but gin will never replace Stolichnaya Crystal's place in my heart. Chill it to about 30 degrees farenheit (-1 C) and serve two ounces over one (ONE!) ice cube. It tastes like snowflakes (remember catching them on your tongue?). No kidding.
Ah, when I get back from Baghdad that is one of the first things I'll have after kissing my wife and kids.
Oh, the gin is not excessive. I've bought roughly five gallons of various things at one time to stock my personal bar for a month. Depends on the money.
SGT Dave
Somewhere in Baghdad
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April 12, 2006
Passover
Hog Beatty calls me up to explain that tomorrow night is Passover, and that this holiday celebrates the liberation of Jewish slaves from Ramses Whosits.
The message, he explains, is that "you're fucking with the wrong Jew." I laugh, and try to remember whether I'm mad at him lately. If I'm not, I should call him back and tell him it was funny. But if I am mad, I ought to snub him.
I decide it's safer to snub him until I can figure it out. Anyway, it was a long day at work, and someone ought to pay for it. Might as well be him.
There's a doohickey on my dishwasher that tells me when the dishes are dirty, and when they're clean. I should have one for each of my friends that I can dial to "mad at them," "think they're funny," "they're tiresome," and "this person needs an intervention."
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April 11, 2006
Aw, Come On.
Don't you miss me just a little?
Or did I mean so little to you?
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How could I not miss a girl your size? How could I not miss those great big wobbly thighes. My broken heart just whales, for the girl who broke my scales. Where'll I find another who eats Texas size?
Posted by: Ed at April 12, 2006 11:14 PM (qCS9x)
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Miss you?, as I miss breath. I think of you day and night, night and day. I awake shivering, drenched in my own cold sweat, exhausted, dreaming of you. Your Vulcan eyes, like clear, sparkling root beer in bluewhite pocelaine bowls. Your figure, curves that'd bring Lombard street to tears. GOD, if I could rip you from my mind, but all you would leave me is confetti, you've so permeated, aaturated, infected and infested every neuron of my self. You leave me such a vacant husk I appeal for release. Damn the Hope.
Posted by: Sonar at April 12, 2006 11:32 PM (qCS9x)
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Don't forget to check out the comments filed under "Darleen Gives Me A Run For My Money."
Posted by: Darrell at April 13, 2006 08:05 AM (NTv2W)
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Huh?
Oh, validation!
Yes, yes, of course.
Posted by: Desert Cat at April 13, 2006 08:37 PM (xdX36)
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I thought you were just being rhetorical.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 14, 2006 12:07 AM (JAozc)
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I'm going to HOLD MY BREATH until all my readers decide that they JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME!
Oh, wait . . .
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 14, 2006 08:37 PM (s96U4)
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Miss you?
More than intestinal flu, but less than a good walk.
Posted by: Alan Kellogg at April 16, 2006 06:53 AM (Mbg2H)
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April 10, 2006
Everybody's Saying
. . . Mazel Tov! How cool is that? Would someone get me a literal translation, please?—my copy of
The Joys of Yiddish is in the other room, and I can't move.
I don't know how insightful I'll be for the next month or two; obviously, blogging here will be light until I learn the ropes at the new job.
I believe the cliche is "tired but happy." I'm getting a crash-course on office procedures and stylistic preferences. All very well and good, but after a while one begins to feel exhausted from the strain of listening and trying to remember it all.
And it isn't like you can even say to yourself, "well, I've been working hard," because getting trained is such a passive act. One doesn't necessary have a story to show for it at the end of the day (though tomorrow I should rack up some more conventional accomplishments).
Here's a cool perk, though: I work across from a mall, which means I can pick up anything I need on my lunch hour or after work. As I understand the municipal code, however, I won't be permitted to move in, because chain stores are picky about vagrancy laws and such.
* * *
It turns out that the foot we thought my husband had sprained is broken. This means he won't be able to run his marathon this summer, which is terrible for him, but better than some of his coaches have suffered through in the injury arena: he's only losing several weeks, yet they are weeks he couldn't afford to lose if he was going to finish the stupid thing—much less achieve a decent time.
Of course, Attila the Hub is way too thoughtful to call during the week and let me know bad news like that, but I find out on my way home. I'm horrified, so I come home and bring him grapes as an appetizer, followed by a steak omelet, a tonic and lime and blueberries with creme fraiche on top for dessert. It's not co-dependent if he's injured, ya know.
Then I pour a real gin and tonic for myself.
Sleep won't come easily tonight, but I'll need to make it happen.
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I really don't know what the correct imagery is to describe what I'm feeling right now: it's like that moment when you've been climbing a trail up a mountain, enduring switchbacks for miles, and suddenly glimpse the sky through the trees up ahead.
You realize you're within a quarter mile of camp, and you climb on.
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One down!
Now do what I do.
Play the lottery.
But, win it instead.
Posted by: Darrell at April 10, 2006 08:00 PM (H6G4u)
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I work in a mall and I rarely shop there. And it's not cuz I'm a guy who hates shopping. I just want to run away as fast as possible when my shift is over.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 10, 2006 11:30 PM (JAozc)
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April 04, 2006
Alrighty, Then.
I can sense what's about to happen. My mood will continue to lift for 12-24 hours until I get stricken with horrible cramps. (Dad? Are you reading this? I'm out of codeine, and I know where you live.) I'll put up with that for another 12-24 hours before I get to be a human being for, oh, a week.
In exchange for enduring this nonsense, members of my sex are permitted to go through even more excruciating pain in order to produce children, which they are then allowed to raise.
And our dry-cleaning costs more. Plus, we always get stuck with the dishes.
I'm really ready to make someone pay for all this.
In order to protect my marriage/friendships, I've locked myself out of the house and am blogging from my mom's place in Westchester. (She's safe in the Bay Area right now.) I bundled up all her knives and dropped them off at Goodwill, just to be sure. I'll be disconnecting the phone soon, and then disabling the internet connection.
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April 03, 2006
Eeyore E-mails:
On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
That won't ever happen again.
When I was a teenager, I used to be willing to wait a few minutes to see the time change to either 11:11 or 12:34 on my digital clock.
Of course, I was a strange girl.
You know: strange back then in the 70s/early 80s. Thank goodness that's all over with.
UPDATE: Let's see: we've dealt with 24-hour time, the issue of future centuries, and now . . . Europe's date notation, which I hadn't even though about!
Does anyone know what the larger Commonwealth countries (other than the UK) do in their date notations . . . ? I'd assume that they use the British/European system, but this is the internet, so I thought I'd throw it out there. Australians, Canadians, New Zealanders and others should let me know.
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"Thank goodness that's all over with."
Are you sure about that?
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 03, 2006 09:34 PM (JAozc)
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[fingers in my ears] I can't hear you; la la la la la!
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 03, 2006 11:10 PM (s96U4)
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Of course it'll happen again. It'll happen again twelve hours later, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the afternoon.
Not to mention every hundred years, forever.
Posted by: Jeff Harrell at April 04, 2006 03:16 AM (qYTHR)
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Time is just a social construct anyway. You can have it be 01:02:03 04/05/06 anytime you want. Just expect to be late for dinner...often.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at April 04, 2006 07:09 AM (JAozc)
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Jeff;
My clock will read 13:02:03 04/05/06 on Wednesday afternoon.
Posted by: Jack at April 04, 2006 10:15 AM (5sT+C)
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Well, it will be a bright, cold day in April, according to the weather forecast for D.C. So I suppose it should come as no surprise that your clock will strike thirteen, Jack.
Posted by: Jeff Harrell at April 04, 2006 10:49 AM (iOKnX)
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I believe Eeyore meant "again in our lifetimes." But for those of us who aren't on military time, your point is well taken re: the afternoon shift.
Posted by: Attila Girl at April 04, 2006 01:20 PM (s96U4)
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It will happen in Europe on the fourth of May.
Posted by: John at April 04, 2006 05:16 PM (9qBIW)
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q:What time is it when the clock strikes 13?
a:Silly man, when the clock strikes 13 it's time to get it fixed.
Whoops,.... mine doesn't have a chime,.... or a KooKoo!
Posted by: Jack at April 04, 2006 07:14 PM (B6oOK)
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