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Tell airport security your name is McCannister because you can hide anything in a cannister.

You know what? Nobody notices when this changes anyway.

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The black hole draws you inexorably inward. Time slows. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

I'd diddle little umdidlie... if she weren't my half-sister.

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The weather outside is frightful

Permalink 02/06/08 at 08:49:12 am, by Ed, 142 words   English (US)
Categories: General, School, Media

It's snowing. Not like blizzard snowing, but huge flakes you catch on your tongue snowing. And I resent it all. Why do I have to be old enough not to find that kind of thing fun any more!? I'll tell you why: Because I age. But that was kind of obvious.

I just had the horrible realization yesterday that the "fun" time of my life is quickly coming to an end, i.e. school years wherein I can go on spring break and flash my chest at gawking eyes... well, not quite, but you get the idea. All of that is winding down, and now I have to find a job and work for the rest of my life. And nobody wants to see a 30-year-old software engineer doing anything with remotely fewer clothes on than a long sleeve shirt and pants.

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