So this is me, two years and a couple of hours ago: [link]

Awwww! Pregnant Ple and the wee crumpled grumpy hair enhanced Lillybean!

I know that you were in the back seat, but it was freaking suburban.

Not even:

Mr. Corzine was in the front passenger seat when his state police vehicle swerved to avoid an apparently out-of-control driver on the Garden State Parkway, and hit a guardrail.

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Wasn't there a kind of big club near where the factory was? I saw many a band there.

More than one (over the years). Middle East Cafe, most likely (TT the Bear's or, RIP, Nightstage would be too small, and I'm not sure if, RIP, Man Ray ever had bands on any regular basis).

I also seem to remember something called Necco Place as well, but it was a while ago.

You know, when one person does something stupid and forces me to do extra work to fix it, it's fine, it happens. But when twenty people do it all at the same time, it makes me wonder if someone spiked their office water cooler with stupid.

Ha ha -- I think I just figured out why I just crashed so hard. I took some expired DayQuil before I left the house this morning. I guess it did have some effect, which is now gone, gone, gone. Ah well.

I just had my way to lunch blocked by Dick Cheney coming out of American Girl place in Chicago. He ruins everything.

One good look at a roadrunner, and it's hard to believe they aren't related. That's a seriously prehistoric looking creature.

They also sound like it, too. I was taking pictures of one while I was in Arizona a couple of weeks ago, and they make the weirdest sound.

Also, I've lived with conures, which are small parrots, and even these tiny pirds would try to chest-up and intimidate any humans that came near them. It didn't matter that you were twenty times their size. They'd just give you a look like "Mammal, please...."

Also, I've lived with conures, which are small parrots, and even these tiny pirds would try to chest-up and intimidate any humans that came near them. It didn't matter that you were twenty times their size. They'd just give you a look like "Mammal, please...."

For some strange reason this makes me want to train a parrot to say "Eat a fucking muffin, whitey!"

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I just had my way to lunch blocked by Dick Cheney coming out of American Girl place in Chicago. He ruins everything.

Oh sure, that motorcade doesn't crash.

Ha! There were blueberry bagels in our conference room the other day. I have to really watch myself to not say that out loud every time that happens.