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Monthly Archives: April 2008
Seeking advice
We would like to work some computer science into my son’s home-school education. Question for those of you who know about this stuff: where should he begin? Would knowledge of any one programming language be particularly useful?
Hard to say what he’s going to be when he grows up, but if I had to guess, it would be some sort of engineer.
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Is that all?
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Let’s shoot for live blogging at 7:30 PM, okay?
And since this ain’t much of a post, have three itty bitty kitties:
three little kittens five days old with big fat tummies, originally uploaded by nuala.orourke.
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Inevitably, I’ve graduated from MILFs to GMILFs
This trophy wife thing? I’ve always thought it unseemly . . . except for Dennis (age 61) and Elizabeth (age 30) Kucinich. Dennis gets a pass, since he’s the poster child for LAWHSHC, Leprechauns of America Who Have Scored Hot Chicks.
Go Dennis. Too bad about that failed Presidential bid, but you still have Elizabeth.
Anyway, with great rarity, I’ve been an age-appropriate crusher. There was Cathy Rieux, a sixth grader who gave me a respectable kiss when I was a mere third-grader, but she was the exception to the rule.
Thirteen jobs
I think Dean did this one a while ago. But that’s okay, my jobs are different than Dean’s.
Welcome to my neighborhood
From today’s Letters to the Editor of my local paper. Picture Emily Litella, only not sweet.
Claims of relief provided by smoked marijuana need to be examined more carefully. Federal drug enforcement officers tell me that most smokers of high THC marijuana have been regular users for at least three years before obtaining a “medical” users card. Most of these addicts have not seen a legitimate medical doctor in at least six years.
The ax I’m grinding is a big one; I’m one of the people who got cancer from a neighbor’s smoked marijuana. I lived in a small apartment where I couldn’t get away from it. Sixteen years after diagnosis, thanks to a diet free of sugar, corn syrup, alcoholic drinks and extracts and a move to the clean air of Gasquet, I’m still alive and ticking. And the pot-smoking neighbor is dead and buried.
Yeah, I know. Every neighborhood has one. Just seems like ours has several.
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Winner of last week’s contest is . . .
My third blogiversary approaches: April 9th. How should we celebrate?
That first post was about a short story I had written, “My Troll Lover.” I had forgotten all about it (the story and the post, for that matter). Maybe I ought to spiff up the short story and post it to my sidebar. If I remember correctly, “My Troll Lover” was a real hoot.
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