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Tuesday December 25 2001 |
I got a DVD player! Woohoo!
In your face, Amish! |
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Tuesday December 18 2001 |
Sometimes the smallest things bug me. I really don't know how I get through the day.
Lately, it's been the habit of many to refer to the recent terror incidents as nine one one. I flinch every time I hear it. Nine one one is not a date; it's the number you call when a guy in Groucho Marx glasses is lurking outside your bathroom window. Nine eleven I find perfectly acceptable. But, nobody pronounces a date by listing the digits. The coincidental similarity between the now-infamous date and the emergency telephone number seems to have spawned a term that I guarantee would not exist if the attacks had occurred a day later. I'm positive nobody would refer to anything as nine one two. And the glasses I have to wear. Just the nose and mustache are fake. |
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Sunday December 16 2001 |
You know, I don't think I've ever actually set coffee on my coffee table.
I think I'll start calling it my nacho table. The Ansel Adams Autobiography will be my nacho-table book. |
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