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Can't find the video, but in honour of Camden Council and their inability to clear the roads - Mr Plow! [link]

Moby loves Mr Plow!

He didn't have the mustache for it.

Also a crime.

Late to the discussion but i was a very late start reader. Freaked my parents out to the extreme when the first time i ever wrote my name, i wrote it entirely backwards. Pretty sure it had a lot to do with trying to mimic a series of right-handed teachers; eventually my left-handed dad had to show me letters and numbers for them to make any sense in my brain.... Once it clicked, however, i was off like a racehorse and reading at a college level by third grade.

And i was always a Miss Smartypants but never got any resentment or anger out of it....on the contrary, in high school and college all my teachers adored me because i was the only kid who would actually *talk* in class without being point-blank forced to say something and the other students thought i was great for not making it so obvious that they weren't doing the required reading for certain classes. I found it refreshing to be able to discuss literature and philosophy with teachers since other students didn't seem interested. I wish i had known a Willow in school!

• shrug* I sat in the back of the room so i'm pretty sure i would have caught any angry glares directed my weay.....(ok, in elementary school some of the girls reviled me for being too bossy but that wasn't just educationally-based...and the boys didn't seem to mind...)

et fix terrible spelling.

I'm watching Ninja Warrior & one of the guys is named Kobayashi. I puzzled over it for a moment before asking D where I'd heard that name before. Without looking away from his computer game he mumbled, "Kobayashi Maru". durr. Gads we're dorks.

Oh, night shift, how i did not miss the slowness. It's not even 3 am yet (when it traditionally gets slow) and yet i've only handled 5 calls in the last 3 hours. Seriously, i usually handle about 30 in that time frame. Slooooooooooow. I might run out of internet AND my current brain candy book before i get to go home at 6am!

eta: ooooh, i found my sunday newspaper still untouched! all good here for at least another hour.

A French tribute to Star Wars: [link]

I am fairly positive that I would not have been able to keep saying no if I weren't thinking of you guys, so thank you again.

P-C, you are AWESOME. It's hard to stand your ground at first, but it gets easier. I swear it.

Somebody living in Chicago is Most Definitely not a dealbreaker!

I was gonna say!

Well done, P-C. And it sounds like your father is trying to keep the peace by cutting things off before they get out of hand -- a good sign.

David, best wishes for your best man and his family, now and in the future. Kidney transplants change your life and the lives of those around you.

I was also an early reader. I pestered my mother about it, and she finally started to teach me when I was 4. Though I don't remember how much she taught me and how much I did on my own.

I also taught myself cursive writing when I was in first grade by copying the letters from the front of a notebook. And at some point, I just started cursive writing. Then my second grade teacher demanded that we write her way, which was supposed to be easier. In some ways it was, but Capital F was almost impossible. Which, of course, is one of the letters I use most frequently.