Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Even my dad says I'm going to hell.

Yesterday, I sent my father, the man called a heretic in the MN State Senate for his views on creationism, this picture. His resoponse?
You're goin' to hell!

See ya' there,


Isn't it good to know that the acorn didn't fall far from the tree?

I am dragging today, and it's all my fault. After pub quiz, I hung out with reader M and her friend O. We had drinks. Several drinks. And some really good conversation. Although I still don't think the Replacements are all that and a bag of chips.

Pub quiz was too hard last night. I sorta knew it was when I wrote it, but I kept going anyways. I have to work on making the questions easier, yet not too easy. It's one of those balance things that I as a libra should be all good at, but I'm failing miserably so far.

Then, there was this morning. My understanding is that going to bed at midnight and waking up at 4:30 is a not the best way to attack a Wednesday, but I did it anyways, and I got to work 15 minutes early, completely because I was walking to the train and saw the 6:02 take off from the station. Not a good sign, because it's the last train to get me to work on time. So I weighed me options, and hit the ATM and took a cab. Next thing you know, I'm at work, early, and falling asleep at my desk, just like I should be.

Picking me up today is none other than the onion, with the "What Do You Think?" section on Americans Marrying Later:
"Oh, great. First my grandmother starts pestering me about not being married, then my parents, and now the national media."

Dale Steele
Systems Analyst

Ah, bliss.


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