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Tuesday May 11 2004. DELIVERY.
  I am the Ultimate Lazy Man. There's a Giant Foods up the street from me about 10 minutes away, if that. And do I get in my truck and drive up there to get groceries? Sometimes, but not today. Today, I'm having their delivery service bring groceries right to my house. Ah, the good life.
RAM. THE OILY WHITE MEAT. HEADFIRST.

  Wow. I just installed another 128MB of RAM on my computer. Now it's crankin'!

  I think I've got a good slogan for the producers of pepperoni products:

  "Pepperoni: The Oily White Meat."

  Okay, I'm sorry. It really did sound good in my head.

  My poor little Bethy busted up her finger on Thursday night. She attempted a headfirst slide into second base and dislocated her pinkie (pinky? pinkee?). We spent four hours in the ER that night. Yeesh. But she was a trooper: the doc yanked it back into place (even I couldn't watch that) and she didn't cry. Go Bethy.
  Of course, now she's got a big ol' soft cast on her left arm and I'm reduced to tying her shoes for her. But hey, you gotta love a girl that slides headfirst...
28 HOURS A DAY.

  At first glance, I thought this idea was pretty wacked out. But then I thought maybe it has some merit. It's the 28-hour day. Under this system, we would have six 28-hour days in a week (appropriately, Monday would get the axe). You'd work four 10-hour days and still have your two-day weekend (which would be 56 hours long). Of course, there are issues with the cycles of the sun (for instance, Thursdays work period would be in darkness and waking and sleeping is not synchronized to light and dark), but it's still an interesting concept. Fucked up, but interesting. Check it out for yourself here.
 

GUEST ENTRY. Delivery, 28 Hours A Day, Headfirst, RAM, Guest Entry, Hawk Balls, The Oily White Meat, and Clickity-Clack.

  For the second time in Way Out In Left's illustrious (if not rambling and disjointed) history, we have a Guest Entry. Direct from the Comments Section, heeeeeeeere's Justin (below):

HAWK BALLS. CLICKITY-CLACK.
  With the Brave Bethany being injured, two streaks ended: the Hawks undefeated run at Bready park and Justin's personal managerial undefeated run. The Hawks did not go down with out a fight. Down to 8 players against a full-strength squad the Mighty Hawks actually pulled off a win in game 1. In the nightcap, the game was back and forth. Going into the top of the last inning, the Hawks trailed, 19-16. The Hawks scored 5 to take the lead 21-19, with the weak part of the opposing team's lineup coming up. As the Hawks took the field for the bottom of the inning, the lights went out. Per rule, the score reverts to the last completed inning and the Hawks lose, 19-16.
  Highlights of the game include:
  -The spirit of Barney possessed Matt's body and on a comebacker to the mound, Matt hurled the ball into centerfield.
  -Bryan proudly joined Barney in the exclusive club of men who have hit home runs using the women's ball.
  I have come across an unexpected problem in my newsletter business: sound.
  Today I was printing out a test run of 100 copies of the newsletter to see how the printer holds up, how the paper holds up, how long it takes, etc. And even though my printer only ran for two hours, the clickity-clack and buzzing was driving me nuts. Maybe I'll get used to it eventually? Well, if I get, say, 10 clients a month and they each want 500 copies, I'm looking at....hold on....lemme figure it...100 hours a month of that damn printer.
  Maybe I should get an extra long cable and put the printer in the freakin' bathroom or something.
     

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