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Tuesday June 8 2004. 3-SPORT CHAMPS.
  I think the city of Tampa should be banned from any future championships. The Buccaneers won the Super Bowl a couple of years back, the Marlins won the World Series last year (never mind that they play in Miami--no one really cares about the Devil Rays), and now the Lightning have won the Stanley Cup. I think the Tampans (Tampa-ites? Tampaninas? Tampons?) are a little over the limit.
  Go, Flames, Go...
FLOATERS. SASE.

  I did an internet search on why some turds float (please, please, don't ask) and a website had an answer for me. Sort of:
  Q: "Why is it when I take a dump, some are floaters and some are sinkers, even in the same batch?"
  A: "Turds float because of FIBER. If you don't get enough fiber, you don't get floaty turds. You can solve a fiber-deficient diet problem by frequent heroin abuse, or by shooting yourself in the chest with a sawn-off shotgun and pouring vitamin C tablets into the open wound. This may also lead to orgasm."
  I'm thinking maybe I should stay off the internet.

  With all the technological advances we've had in the past 50 years or so, how come we still use self-addressed stamped envelopes (SASE)? Can't we come up with something a little less primitive than that?
  And what about carbon paper? Does anyone still use that stuff?
  I have absolutely no idea why I'm asking these questions. I think I must have an office supply fetish or something.
USELESS. 102.

  Barney: "The poor cicadas. They have a totally useless and meaningless life." 
  Glenn: "And who's to say that's different than us humans?"

  Hey, I shot a 102 in golf last week. That's pretty good for someone who just took up the game last year, right?

FLOWER BUDS. 3-Sport Champs, Useless, Hey Billy-Joe What Da Hell Is That?, SASE, The Business, Flower Buds, 102, and Floaters.

  Not to beat a dead horse or anything, but I made that tuna and capers dish last night. Not bad. And I do like capers--even after I found out they're actually little unopened flower buds from some bush. Yum.

THE BUSINESS. HEY BILLY-JOE, WHAT DA HELL IS THAT?
  Well, after 3 months of prepping for it, my newsletter business has really taken off: I have one client. And, of course, it's the same client I had before I officially started the business (mortgage broker extraordinaire Kenny).
  True, the business is only 2 weeks old, but I was kinda hoping I'd have at least 3 or 4 clients by now. I sent out 500 marketing postcards and I got a few inquiries, but most of them were for services that I don't really offer ("Can you do a 20-page advertising booklet for us?" or "I like those postcards. Can you do those for me?"). I tried to accommodate them as best as I could, but I haven't heard back from most of them. Maybe they didn't like the samples I emailed to them (or maybe the attachment had a virus).
  I think my goal in the near future is to come up with some more marketing techniques to get my name out there. I need to network, I suppose.
  Hey, maybe Kenny gets to go to mortgage broker conferences. I could certainly tag along to some of those and hand out business cards and drink lots of free cocktails. I may not get any new clients, but at least I'd enjoy myself.

  This odd-looking critter was photographed in someone's backyard in backwater North Carolina. As for what it is, your guess is as good as mine...

     

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