Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Quick self-pimpage (with update)
I put up an old story of mine over at Daily Kos:
Not your typical political diary.
Only the oldest of old-timers here (like Pat) will remember this one — it’s from May ’05. And even then, I updated the story with a new revelation.
Enjoy.
D.
HOT DAMN! I made Diary Rescue!Â
Hmm. I remember that one too. Does that make me one of the oldest of old-timers?
The other day at the conference, one of the presenters asked who remembered the problem with inserts into temporary tables: a few of us raised our hands.
“The greybeards,” he said.
Damn. Somehow along the trail, I became a greybeard.
And don’t forget a baldbeard. Or something like that. Welcome to the club!
LOLOL!!
Very cute.
Cute.
😉
I never could understand politics – even back in school. Our class president in 7th grade was the smartest kid in the class who had the worst case of braces I’ve ever seen, and in 8th grade we elected a jock with no brains because he had a great smile. Go figure. It did help me understand what they call ‘the pendulum swing’ of political leaning. Or something like that.
I do remember that one. Huzzah, I’m an old-timer!
I never ran for student-body president in high school. In University, I wound up running for treasurer of my rez hall, mainly so the dweeb* who was already running wouldn’t just be acclaimed. He came by my room one night to tell me how he was gonna “kick my ass” in the election. I just said, “Okay, well, enjoy”. I think he got about 1% of the vote.
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* He was even a dweeb by comparison to me, which is to say he was a complete and utter tool indeed.
Thanks, Sam 🙂
Pat, you even commented on that old post, so I KNOW you read it. I think you were one of my first commenters ever. So there.
Oh, btw: “Greta” changes into “Sue” toward the end of the narrative.