March 26, 2003
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Wow, painting celilings is no fun at all. Especially when they're as messed up as ours are. On the plus side, we have DSL now. Yay speakeasy!

Took a rest and had us some lunch at Threadgill's. I swear, they have the best Buffalo-style chicken fingers outside of Buffalo.

There's some religious tension going on in the IRC channel that I hang out in with the kids back in California, and associated crew. I don't think I'm helping. Makes for interesting conversations, but I think some people are getting genuinely pissed. Well. Let's have a story, then.

One christmas, when I was a little kid, maybe six or seven, my mother brought me a christmas card to sign for my cousin Mike. He's a couple of years younger than I am, and we were pretty much like brothers throughout our childhood. Anyway, the card was just something simple, with a picture of the baby Jesus in a cradle or something. I didn't want to sign the card, I told my mother, because I knew that he wouldn't like it. "Why not?" she asked. "Because Jesus is stupid!" I think I got in trouble for that. The end.

Here's the other side of that story. I'm just slightly younger, and my little sister and I are at some "family haircut" type place to get, you guessed it, a haircut. Maybe it was someplace where a friend of my mom's worked or something. Anyway, I was being a kid, fooling around and climbing on the chairs while I waited for my turn. I'm sure I was told to cut it out, but hey, I was a little kid. Eventually, I slipped and fell, and banged myself somewhere, and it hurt. This is the sympathy I got from mom: "That's God's way of punishing you for misbehaving." Thanks, God.

Back to the present day, I think we're having a "not made here" problem at the new house. All the old stuff sucks, and we have to totally re-do everything ourselves, so it doesn't suck. This is obviously impractical, and prohibitively expensive. We'll see what happens.

Oh yeah, and my fucking Black Christmas DVD was all fucked up. Couldn't watch the last 10 minutes, which are sort of important to a movie like this. Fucking Netflix.

(March 26, 2003 01:47 PM)
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