| I saw a picture of her and decided to marry her. I met her by accident. I asked her. She said she would.  Isn't that a nice story? |
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| The trend is to post something about Piney Woods. I want to be Uber-cool too, thus *bows* my post.
Piney Woods was grand. I did all of this:
Danced the disco with the Dancing Queen herself.
The Dancing Queen got me to sing "Aint No Mountain High Enough" very loudly into a microphone with full musical accompaniment. If you missed it, I feel for ya.
Had an ice fight with Pat Hurd.
Drank good wine.
Ate some nice cheese. Almond something or other...what was it, Tami?
Played JerkBall.
Gave Clara a hard time.
Met a new friend or two - how nice.
Met a new old friend - how nicer.
Sang irish ballads and southern spirituals for all the peeps.
Sang hymns.
Tasted pumpkin ale courtesy of Mr. Q.
Watched somebody fly a rc airplane into a little kid.
Smiled and laughed. A lot.
For those outsided the Xanga loop, you can go to Tami or Lindsey's blog to see pictures.
Aight: As they say in China, Chow Mein!
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| Herman ('member Herman?) gave me a another discount. $10 off. Thanks Herman. You have been publically blessed.
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| I've been thinking:
Recycling is pretty much not a good way to save the planet.
Consider: The plastic bag I got from Wal-Mart was made from X% "post-consumer content". I carried my stuff in it, and then gave the it to the garbage man. He, in turn, gave it to the land fill.
The biographical timeline of my bag is as follows:
1. Consumer Content (Birth) 2. Recycle Company (Life) 3. Post-Consumer Content (Boring Life) 4. Landfill (Death) Before the "recycle-your-stuff" people came along, the biographical timeline of my bag looked like this: 1. Consumer Content (Birth)
2. Landfill (Death) See? The only difference between the recycle life and the ordinary life is one of length. Whether I recycle my bag or not, it ends up as a choking hazard for seagulls. Here's the bottom line:
Waste Management picks up my trash. Waste Management picks up my recycling. I pay them to do the former. They do the latter for free, which works, cause they still make money by selling my recyclables to the processing company. Of course, it costs them money to process my garbage, but it earns them money to sell my recyclables. So, the less trash they have to process, and the more recycling they can sell, the more money they make.
There you have it. Bottom line is that the trash-man is the one behind the "save-the-earth-by-recycling" spiel you got in elementary school. It's not the earth that Waste Management wants to keep green. It's somebody's fat wallet. Meanwhile, seagulls by the billions are still choking to death. Let's hear it for big industry and their environmentally-friendly business practices!
Now you know. And you heard it here first.
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| A haiku about nice things on a Wednesday night.
Nothing profound at all. It was an evening of the Good Stuff of life.
It is raining now.
I was reading when Herman
Poured another glass.
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