Thursday, August 25, 2005

Must restrain fist of death.

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Now that I've got your attention, time to give a life update!

I know that I haven't been posting recently, but I've been too tired to post - and the recent events have been: GUESTS/WORK/GUESTS/WORK/GUESTS/TOYS


Matt Sinclair is visiting, but the poor guy chose an insanely chaotic week to come over.

Anyway, this week I had my first week of xlasses at California State University, Fullerton! So, after parking and spending $300 on textbooks, I sat down in a classroom and awaited my first class.

Dr, McLain, whom I had met with before, walked into the classroom, looked at me, and then said, "What are you doing here? This is an undergraduate class!"

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So, it seems that there was a SLIGHT ERROR in my registration. For the last two days I have been trying to access their on-line server for registration - the server was full, of course. Finally, I went straight to the campus this morning to try another route.

After an hour and a half of parking, and another hour and a half of returning textbooks, I managed to wheedle phone and office numbers of several of the history faculty, and spent much of the day tracking them down and trying to get into their (all full) classes. I am about to head back to campus tonight to attend a class and petition to join.

So, that's the way things are today - funfunfun, eh?

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

'Thought & Humor'

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could.

I hope you can get your class mess straightened out--that driving hassle doesn't sound fun, bring back fond memories of just walking to class? :-) Especially with gas prices what they are...
A peck. If a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd chuck a peck.

So sorry about your classes. Sounds like the fun times my brother had a Sonoma State.
Your titles for your blogs are so funny! Thanks for brightening the day!
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