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| Jamie Turner says:
(*is going to MURDER msn*)
Joyous Maximous says:
Er, that's slightly impossible.
But I'd like to watch anyway.
Jamie Turner says:
no no, i will find a way
you just wait and see
Joyous Maximous says:
I'd hate to be in MSN's shoes.
Jamie Turner says:
does MSN have shoes?
Joyous Maximous says:
Hah!
They should.
Jamie Turner says:
Is something weird happening on your end too?
Joyous Maximous says:
...that was odd.
Jamie Turner says:
having problems?
Joyous Maximous says:
Not generally. But right now... aghjsjdk.
Jamie Turner says:
maybe it just has decided to hate texas
*shrugs*
Joyous Maximous says:
*scowl*
What prejudice.
Jamie Turner says:
we could revolt
Joyous Maximous says:
Hmm, how does one revolt against a shoe-less entity?
Jamie Turner says:
i'm sure we could find a way
we were our own nation once, y'know
Joyous Maximous says:
very true, that.
Jamie Turner says:
seems to be support enough for any claim
maybe we could, like, secede...
and then make our own messenger
TXN
Joyous Maximous says:
what is curling?
Melda says:
it might be more of a Canadian thing
Jamie Turner says:
you slide a rock across ice into a bullseye
Melda says:
it's like lawn bowling, I guess, only on ice
Joyous Maximous says:
okaayyy
interesting
Melda says:
I actually quite like it, as sprts go
Jamie Turner says:
a somewhat foreign concept to those of us who have only seen ice thick enough for such activities in a skating rink
Joyous Maximous says:
rofl, yes
Jamie Turner says:
we don't tend to think "Hmm, how might I entertain myself with all this ice that's just lying around?"
though, admittedly, we can't much talk
given that texas is home of firecracker wars and shooting shaken-up beer cans
Joyous Maximous says:
rofl!! *keels*
Jamie Turner says:
proven by the fact that Joy knows exactly what i'm talking about
Joyous Maximous says:
...and has maybe done it once or twice.
Melda says:
Gosh, and you people think canadians are weird?!
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| (I got this in Shannon Hale's newsletter... and thought it hysterically accurate concerning some of us. Who the 'some of us' is, I shall leave to your own good deduction skills, Watson.)
You Just Might Be a Bibliophile
What is a bibliophile? If you already know the answer to that question,
you most likely are one, and there is no need for you to read further
in this column. Although it might sound like someone who belongs in prison,
a bibliophile is actually a lover and collector of books. How do you know
if you are a bibliophile? Take this self-assessment test and then score
yourself as described below:
- Has the library offered to upgrade your library card to platinum?
- Do you have a stack of books on your night stand high enough to be
considered an architectural wonder?
- Do you have enough rewards points from your Amazon.com purchases to
fly free to Europe?
- Do you ask strangers, "What's that you're reading?"
- Do you have more than 100 cubic yards of bookshelf space, but wish
you had more?
- Do librarians ask you if they can borrow a book?
- Are you on a first-name basis with the sales clerks at Borders?
- Do you feel naked without a book somewhere on your person?Does the
smell of a new book make you woozy?
- Does the smell of an old book make you woozy?
- Have you ever hugged a book?
- Do you have more books loaned out than most people own?
- Have you ever hidden under your covers with a flashlight so you could
read just one more chapter, undetected?
- Do you own just the right number of books to last your lifetime (that
is, if you live to be 307)?
- Have you ever camped out for a book release?
- Do you have your name on the library waiting list for more than a
dozen books at a time?
- Are you ever frustrated with your friends or relatives because they
do not behave as predictably as literary characters?
- Have you ever tucked a novel inside of another book to disguise what
you are reading?
- Do you have stacks of books in places that most normal people would
not stack them (e.g. on the back of the toilet, in old milk crates,
under the legs of furniture, in the glove compartment, on top of the
television, in unused bathtubs)?
- Have you ever replied, "Too many books? How could a person ever
have too many books?"
Count the number of questions to which your response is "yes".
Use the scale below to determine your bibliophilic tendencies.
0 - 5
What are you doing on an author website, anyway? You must have
browsed here by accident. Perhaps you were searching for Hannon Shale,
a sedimentary rock from the Precambrian Period.
6 - 10
You have a healthy regard for books. You feel for them the way you would
an esteemed distant relative or a trusted counselor. You are in little
danger of being overrun by books, but you are probably a card-carrying
library patron.
11 - 15
You love books, but fortunately for you, there is a good chance
you will remain sane. Your bibliophilia is borderline, but not yet at
the pathological stage.
16 - 20
Sorry to say that it is too late for you. You are certifiable. You love
books the way Augustus Gloop loves chocolate. Resign yourself to the fact
that books will consume your life. Or, rather, you will consume books
with reckless abandon verging on insanity throughout your life.
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| Some guy from our local art center called me and requested to paint me as an angel. Of course I died, keeled, and went into hysterics... but agreed to it when he offered to pay me a very generous sum.
My dad's reaction?
"Well. You an angel? That is certainly a stretch of the imagination."
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| With Huckabee out of the race, now politically conservative Republicans can turn their attention to Ron Paul, Mccain's sole opponent on the Republican side.
If I haven't urged you guys yet to support Ron Paul, please, please do so.
Clinton (who won the Texas primaries, by the way) has also declared that if she gets in office, she's going to make Obama vice-president.
My words this morning when my parents told me the news?
"What. A. Nightmare."
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| Yesterday was the funeral. I was grieving on the very last row, because I've always been a loner and I'm too used to blocking away any comfort given to me. The service was just beginning when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Malachi was there, behind me. I didn't even know he was coming... but somehow he'd managed to be there, to comfort me. He stayed by my side the whole time, gripping my elbow when I faltered, guiding me when I was blind with tears.
Sometimes the love and compassion that boy exhibits just leaves me speechless. This can't be the same nephew who dumped frogspawn in my pillow case, or told his friends that I wear a wig.
Just like the Psalm says, there is always joy in the morning. Night ends eventually. Darkness cannot endure. Especially when there is a carrot-topped nephew who stands steadfast at your side before the dawn breaks.
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