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CHEAP WINNER.
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Before
the college basketball season started, I picked UConn as my Surrogate
Winning Team. And yes, I picked both the men's and women's teams.
Well, both are in the Final Four. Can the Curse of the Glennbino be broken?
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THE KIBOSH.
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NO ARM.
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Hmm.
Seems there's a company in Sugar Land, Texas (near Houston, apparently)
that's using the name I want for my little company. However,
their website doesn't exist anymore. Does this mean I can use the name ? Or will some long arm of a lawyer put the kibosh on
me?
Hang on, let me call information in Texas...
Well, that's that. The operator ("Info-mation, can I help ya,
honey?") said that number has been disconnected. Yee-pa! I'm in the
clear!
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I
found this book when I Googled "Left+Field+Media" (my new
company name). Scary, isn't it? That guy looks
just like me--except I'm a little bit taller.
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STOCK BOOSTER.
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OIL TRUCKS.
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Take
a look at this graph. It's CVS's stock in the last two years. See that
"A" along the bottom of the graph right in the middle? Yeah,
that's April of 2003--pretty much the lowest point in the last two
years.
It's also when I left CVS.
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Speaking
of me leaving CVS, it's been eerily quiet around the neighborhood
lately. During the week, I mean. I don't know why, but it's been kind of
depressing outside. The only activity is the oil trucks making their
last deliveries as the cold weather dissipates.
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AGREEMENT.
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Stock
Booster, Cheap Winner, Oil Trucks, Sad, The Kibosh, No Arm, Agreement,
and Malvo. |
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Beth
and I (again) have an agreement: I can't use the phrase "up in my
shit" and she can't say "party like a rock star." I think
it's a good agreement.
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SAD.
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MALVO.
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"Jubilant residents dragged the charred corpses of four foreign contractors--including at least one American--through the streets Wednesday and hanged them from the bridge spanning the Euphrates River."
Mission accomplished, indeed...
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Speaking of a depressing neighborhood, I just remembered something quite
creepy from the winter of 2002. I remember typing away my computer late
at night and being able to see the Fairfax County Detention Center out
my window and through the trees. And I remember thinking, "That's where Lee Boyd
Malvo is right now--a mile away from me."
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2000-2004 by gja.
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