That is almost clever, my headline is. Anyway, I have this half-urge to audition next month for the James River Ringers, which is the Richmond-area bell troupe extraordinaire. I do not know if I will. Even if I do, I put my chances of getting in at about 40 percent; while I'm a fine enough ringer on the non-high bells, I can't four-in-hand, and I can't Shelly, so I guess it depends where the openings are in the bell choir and you're all bored so I'm shutting up.
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I won a foosball table on Saturday at Kim's casino-esque Christmas party despite having lost all my fake money at the roulette table. Yay free raffle tickets at the door as one enters.
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Okay. I am going to try to write more in my stupid play this week. So watch for it.
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Second-to-last 2002 contest is tomorrow at 5:00P Virginia Standard Time. (Kimberly, please do not forget that there is a contest tomorrow, just like most every Tuesday at 5:00P.) I am not sure what I am going to do for either (a) the big year-end contest or (b) the points thing for next year. Please, suggest.
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Here are some comments I wrote on stupid new Kermit on a message board I participate in:
Kermit is not Kermit. Kermit never will again be Kermit....New Kermit is not true to the character of Old Kermit. Old Kermit was an introvert. New Kermit is an extravert. Old Kermit was an innocent frog. New Kermit -- particularly in interviews -- is a postmodern, self-aware frog. (To be clear, the Muppet movies were postmodern and self-aware, but Kermit himself largely remained removed, naïve.) Old Kermit sounds like Old Kermit. New Kermit sounds like a guy who is trying to sound like Old Kermit because the guy who played Old Kermit died.
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I am sleepy.
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These are my favorite ten albums ever, in alphabetical order:
Björk, Homogenic T-Bone Burnett, Criminal Under My Own Hat Danielson Famile, Fetch the Compass Kids (or, depending on the day, Alpha)
Mark Heard, Dry Bones Dance (in a minority; most prefer Second Hand)
Iona, Journey Into the Morn Lost Dogs, Little Red Riding Hood Radiohead, OK Computer Sixpence None the Richer, This Beautiful Mess Michael W. Smith, i 2 (eye) (a great album, no doubt, but nostalgia helps)
Steve Taylor, Squint
I think. I probably forgot something. I don't know why I just put together that list. My mind seems about 40 I.Q. points lower than its normal level. I seriously feel like I am stupiding. I don't know. I need some activity to wake up my mind. Okay. Let's say there are 32 people in a room. And each of them shakes hands with exactly 10 other people. What is the range of values for the total number of handshakes taking place in the room? Yes. That sounds fun. I will figure that out.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
