tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354695062009-07-19T10:26:12.085-06:00Would you rather be a fireman or an astronaut?angrygrrfacewowenmundo@gmail.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469506.post-82910505968973860342009-07-19T10:20:00.003-06:002009-07-19T10:26:05.381-06:00

Yesterday, two people independently approached me, and they each asked me to help them write a book. One person wants to write about fairies, the other a humor book about finding a job. Guess which one appeals to me more.I don't know if I'll help out with either, but how funny is that, two people think that I could write a book (or half a book). I can't write a paragraph without being distracted.

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Greenpeace, what is the matter with you? Mt. Rushmore, srsly? You think that putting a banner up at Mt. Rushmore is going to draw attention to global warming? I've got news for you, Greenpeace. Everybody knows about global warming. If people won't stop driving their Hummers, it's because they don't give a shit, and putting a huge sign up in South-fucking-Dakota isn't going to change anybody's

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A few years ago, a good friend of mine gave me a copy of Practical English And The Command Of Words, a faux-leather-bound three-ring binder of weekly English lessons for adults. The book is not actually the edition that link goes to; my copy was published in 1955, which makes it a year older than my dad. I've never gone through the lessons, although it has proven to be a valuable resource in

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So I'm all alone in the house. My father-in-law is on a job site in Casper right now, which is, according to Google Maps, 140 miles (or 2 hours, 46 minutes), but 193 miles (3 hours, 57 minutes) the way they actually drove.It's kind of creepy being alone in my in-laws little house. I know I've mentioned it, but I live on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. I don't even live within any city's

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(http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20090629)

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Three or four years ago, I was really bored, so I went into a chat room on like AOL or something. I started talking to some random stranger, and he sent me an mp3 of a song his band had done. I immediately burned a cd with the song on it, and it has since been on every mix cd I've made. I don't know why; I just really, really loved that song.I think I might have recently found them on Myspace,

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Ok, I know everybody on the planet has seen this, but oh man, I can't stop watching.

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I took a trip to Walgreen's with Gabe the other day. I was intending to look at fake nails. My last try to put on acrylics at home was absolutely awful. Since nobody who reads this is very girly, you can easily skip the next paragraph to avoid wanting to bash your face in with a 3 hole punch. Or you can go look up the new Transformers on Imdb because it's going to be a whole lot more

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It's 1:14 in the morning, and I think it's time that I stop drinking Mr. Pibb in the evenings because I'm sitting on the porch in 50 degree weather, surrounded by moths, and my leg won't stop twitching.Anyway, while looking for funny YouTube videos this evening, I stumbled upon this guy, and I think he's funny as hell. If you have some spare time, maybe you should check out his video blog. He

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This is something that Kate put up again, that she stole from Smacky who posted it years ago, in a hole in the bottom of the sea. But since my blog imploded, it's not like I've got this game lurking somewhere in my archives, so hey, I can steal, too.Sorry to be a bandwagoner, guys.[Open your favorite computerized music player, set it to shuffle, and then ask each of these questions.]What do you

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I know I'm a little late getting on this bandwagon, but today, I picked up a copy of The Zombie Survival Guide. I hadn't even opened it yet, I just set it on the kitchen table and went back to the car to get more of the groceries, and my father-in-law picked it up.Him: "Did you get this for me?"Me: "Uh, no."So, I guess I know what to get him for Father's Day. It won't be nearly as cool as what I

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So there we were, one person who probably can't even stand the other, one person who would like nothing more than to just ditch this whole event to talk to the first. Our conversation was polite, but too vague. And even thought it was the most awkward elevator ride, I thought that I never wanted it to reach your floor. But it did, and when I got out I realized I could still smell your lingering

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Huh, apparently I'm a direct descendent of Dewitt Clinton. Good to know.

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Why is dial-up more expensive than DSL? Even if it's sucky DSL, it's still better.

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On Tuesday, my niece turned a year old. Now, there are many more milestones ahead of her, much more important things like being able to buy beer and fixing the economy, but for now, she'll have to settle for turning one I GUESS.I spent the afternoon with her last Friday, and even though it had been less than two months since I last saw her, she seemed like a totally different baby. I even got

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I'm looking all over the internet for these pseudo-sunglasses. They're kind of funny, right? I'm going to a hipster wedding soon, and I really think that this would be the perfect thing to stick in there with their real gift. However, I've been on Google for two hours now, trying to find them. My brain is fried. They're not hipster sunglasses, face shades, or ironic eyewear+awning+made in

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I really like Dear Old Love. It's one of the ten or so websites that I visit everyday. I love reading the love notes of total strangers, and I've contributed a few of my own.One of mine was published on the site awhile back. It's one of the ones read on this video, and man, that makes me pretty happy.

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Best site ever:LookAtThisFuckingHipster.tumblr.com Also:Animal Collective fucking sucks.

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I'm back in Wyoming. It's surreal.I live on a ranch. An honest-to-God ranch with a name, and horses, and a peacock. A peacock! On the ranch! Luckily, it's their friends' ranch, and they (well, we, I guess) live on an acre or so of it, so it's not like I'm getting up at 4 to take the cows to market or anything like that. So far, I've visited a few old friends, my old college, my old RA

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Where did all my posts go?

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