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SATURDAY.
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Saturday? Is this Saturday? You're doing an entry on Saturday? What gives?
Well, I'm doing some painting in the upstairs bathroom today and rather
than putzing around (translation: drinking) between coats, I thought I'd
do this. Plus, I didn't do an entry last week because I was busy
(translation: golfing).
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DANA SCULLY WAS SIXTH.
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RIVERS.
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"They are accessible, humorous and occasionally blow each other
up."
- Roland Jackson, of the British Association for the Advancement of Science,
commenting on Muppets Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker being voted
Britain's favorite film scientists.
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I
had a dream two nights ago that new Chargers quarterback Phillip Rivers
died of a brain aneurysm. That was kinda freaky and it's not a good dream to have
to say the least (although it's
less disturbing than the time I dreamt I was a suitcase handle).
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ANTI-SOCIAL.
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FASHION SHOW.
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You
know, I'm really a bad neighbor. Not bad in a
trimming-my-front-bushes-into-devil-shapes way, but just sorta
anti-social bad. I've lived across the street from Bob for over seven
years and not once--not once--have I had a conversation with him that
was more than three sentences long. And remember: he stays home with his
kids while his wife works. So he's pretty much around 24/7 as I am. It's
not like I don't have the opportunity to talk to him or anything like
that. I just don't talk to him, that's all. It's usually just a wave when we see each other.
Beth, on the other hand, isn't quite as anti-social as I am. She'll
chit-chat with Bob from time to time. Although it's usually just minor
hey-that's-a-nice-looking-hat type of conversation, at least it's a
conversation.
Geez, come to think of it, Bob probably thinks I'm an asshole. Ah, well.
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NO THANKS TO THE ASSHOLE.
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Saturday,
Rivers, Tick-Tock, Fashion Show, Dana Scully Was Sixth, Fatso,
Anti-Social, and No Thanks To The Asshole.
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Speaking of Bob, when him and his family were out of town the other
weekend, I graciously brought up his newspapers from the end of his
driveway. I just thought it was a neighborly thing to do. Then, a day or so
after he came back, he was out in his yard when Beth and I were headed
out to the grocery store. He waved, looked right at Beth, and thanked her
for bringing up his newspapers.
Yup. He definitely thinks I'm an asshole.
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FATSO.
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TICK-TOCK.
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Alright,
let's see: the men's season hasn't started yet, we didn't play softball
last Monday because of Labor Day, and I missed the coed games the week
before because I was at my parents. So that's 3 weeks without playing
ball. And I've gained 5 pounds in the last 2 weeks.
Coincidence? I think not.
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Padres Update (now relegated to the bottom of the page): Still in 3rd
place, way way behind the Dodgers (7 1/2), and trying to keep up in the
wildcard race (1 1/2 games back). Time's a-runnin' out.
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2000-2004 by gja.
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