Monthly Archives: March 2004

Memories Now Blue

I’ve been looking through my old Blogger entries. 2001 era. Living in Midtown Atlanta. Some of the entries are nothing, others are a little interesting, and all of them look pretty horrible. Links are broken and formatting is shot. So I will be importing the old posts this week, a couple of months at a

I Am Slain

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Friday Five, Take Nine

I’ve avoided these for a long time, but this one looked like too much nostalgic fun. So here goes: 1. What was… your first grade teacher’s name? Mrs. Werner. One day, she gave me a scorching lecture in front of the class for letting a “damn” slip out of my mouth during a hurried rush

Eureka, sorta

It was brought to my attention that my site has looked strange of late. What? What do you mean? Well, the content in the middle, it isn’t where it ought to be. Is it missing? Can’t you see it? Well, yeah, the date is at the top, but the actual post is visible only after

All The Calvin You’ll Ever Need

I have a favorite comic strip. I remember exactly where I was when I read it in the newspaper. I was on the way back from London in 1992, reading The Times. Want to see it? What’s particularly memorable about this particular strip is what I saw when I read it a second time. Once

Kerry By A Nose

Or chin. Yeah, let’s go with that mondo chin. Go, chin, go …

Apologies to Eddie

Hey, I thought it was funny.

Represent Me, Please

Last week, SR 595 was introduced in the Georgia House of Representatives. It lost by 12 votes. SR 595 was placed back on the docket for a second vote today. The results of this vote are still outstanding. My local representative is Rep Mark Burkhalter. He voted Yes in last week’s initial vote. This afternoon,

We All Love Going to the Movieshz

Huzzah! Geeks worldwide are rejoicing Return of the King‘s 11-category sweep, but some of us were just as happy to see The Man right at the beginning of the ceremony. (Yeah, I’m a fan.)