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I continue to revise and rework this blog.

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If anyone’s willing to help me expand my html in a meaningful way, there might be an Abe Lincoln in it for you. Oh, hell, there may even be a bucket of Harold’s Chicken with sauce.

Yesterday I needed a break.

Life has been more than a little stressful, and it boils down to drama in the last Nocturnal show, drama with my friends, and drama at work.

None of which I really want to go into on a public blog.

Not so much because I continue to be clueless about it, but because I really don’t have time in the evenings to spend on this blog, and work is too hectic these days to squeeze in a post of a length sufficient to make a comprehensive report.

Talking about objectivism has been postponed a day on account of this just being a really shitty day. For a number of reasons.

I hope to dig into it tomorrow.

~ Connor

before I get onto Serious Stuff.

#5. Sharing guacamole and chicken and shrimp and sipping nuclear martinis in the stormy shadows of Cate’s apartment, at her birthday party, with friends and acquaintences. We shared stories of the strangest people we’d ever known; the people they’d tried in vain to seduce, the dieties they’d allegedly personified, and the giant chickens they’d engaged in fisticuffs.

Information provided by Ashley.

The following was featured on the main screen of AOL Instant Messenger:

Welcome to World’s Largest Scavenger Hunt

This year’s challenges include building a “Calvin Kleinometer,” producing “a McDonald’s Sad Meal” and even demonstrating “that there really is a wrong way to eat a Reese’s.”

Well, what can I say?

It’s the end of another long week of work and I’m exhausted.

Exhausted, and going into a weekend full of parties and drama.

My plan right now is incredibly romantic; I’m going to hop the El back to my cluttered and messy apartment, make a pot of coffee, make a plan to clean, and then start reading Chris Ware as the first chords of the Juno Reactor fill my room.

I feel compelled to write today, but don’t have much to write about.

Yesterday, when I was riding the El to work, I learned that I evidently trust my eyes more than my feet.

The window of the train (one of a kind) was clear and spotless, and a one-way window (to some sort of storage room?)

To understand this post, you will have to read this letter from the official site of the Diocese of Colorado Springs.

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An Open Letter to Bishop Sheridan

Your Excellency,

I have read your pastoral letter dated May 1st, in which you deny communion to Catholics who vote “supporting legislation or candidates that defy God’s law.”

Yesterday was a pretty mundane busy Monday.

Work from 8 to 5:30. An hour bus ride home.

Rehearse 7 to 10.

Collapse.

The end of rehearsal, however is worth comment.

Yesterday we finished up a series of Improvisation exercises by Viola Spolin aimed towards awareness and perception.