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12/05/01
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There’s a lot of items on my mind these days…Though on the outside I often appear organized, possibly compulsive - with alphabetized spice racks, mostly my brain is really just a bag of marbles that are jostling against each other and creating that lovely little clicking & scraping sound that bright glass does.
Invasion? Why yes, we are indeed invading:It’s true. Bertie, myself, and my roommate/potpie Jon, Belinda, Ernie, Paris, David, Ted, and Ank are heading up to visit the Ritchie for new years. How this trip spiraled out of control so that everyone and his mother decided to go?
Beats me. Must be that Canadian charm, eh?
Are *you* in vancouver or are you going to be during the holidays? Email me.
He’s Baaaaaaack
Weeeeeeeeeee!
Skinny Panda is back. About damn time, yo.
Santa Pimping Story du Jour
So guess who came by yesterday to have his kid come and take a pix with Santa?
Go ahead, guess.
Nope.
Try again.
Nope.
Give up?
Ok.
Former San Francisco 49er quarterback Steve Young. Yeah. And guess who’s got a picture of him sitting on Santa’s knee.
Personal impressions? Seemed polite enough. And to quote that terrible Patrick Swayze movie, Roadhouse “I thought he’d be taller.”
It’s 6:45 AM. Off to go fight traffic.
Min Jung
Ps.
Poetica Spontenaium to return as soon as I get a more normal sleep schedule and have less than oatmeal for brains.
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