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Today is my birthday! I’ll post more tomorrow…

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
What is the coolest street name you can think of at this moment?

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5. Did I mention I work on the seventeenth floor of a midtown skyscraper, and that the air-conditioning is broken?

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– AUGUST – is Civility month.
– HAPPY BIRTHDAY – Wes Craven. And Sean! And my Jessica!

– PICTURE OF THE WEEK –
Gray Nurse Shark.

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
What is the last thing you usually are thinking before you go to sleep?

2. Now I really do have a legitimate beef with Toyota, because they have that ad where there’s the weird little, turbined-driven Mars-rover style machine, puttering along haplessly. Then the stupid Toyota comes and rolls it into tiny pieces before sucking up all the fuel.

I was going to post on the Mel Gibson thing today, but my post is too tangled to make much sense, and wants revision. I’ll get back to that later. For now, enjoy this sexy picture of Malibu.

Oh, I wish I was in Malibu.

I was telling Jessica the other day that I sometimes have doubts about moving back to Flint. The comment is pertinent right now specifically; we want to get a house after our educations are finished, and we’re faced with the prospect that anywhere we go, our family and friends are gradually dispersing.

– POSTMODERNISM –
I am not ignorant of the fact that I’ve really dropped the ball on this discussion in the last couple weeks, having only posted a few sentences, and I don’t think I’ve commented in quite awhile either.

Evidently not only will one’s various junior high romantic entanglements drop out of high school and make a mess of their collective lives, but even one’s early celebrity crushes, seen on the Disney channel at the hazy age of eight, will plummet from the heights of fuzzy hip hop positivity to the depths of nü-skank aesthetic.

– ADRIFT POST –
Thanks for your comments and suggestions!

– WEATHER –
The high front that has been slowly rotating across the nation will finally give way to a trough on the west, bringing relief inland from the Pacific coast.

These people are too stupid to be alive.

Why on earth wasn’t his class ring on her finger in the first place? There is a plausible answer to that question; it involves the two of them being frisky (so much for the innocent early days of Rock and Roll).