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  <subtitle>all that is damagehappy</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-06-22T14:34:37Z</updated>
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    <title>comics I read</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T14:34:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T14:34:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I sit in the apt of my girlfriend in Pittsburg, I have to give credit to some questions in my head. Question #1: I have a girlfriend? Answer: Yes. This is a recent development. Please try and remember this recent development. Question #2: Is this my house? Answer: No. This is your girlfriend's apt that she's living in for the next 2 months while completing an internship in Pittsburg. Question #3: I have a girlfriend? Answer: YES, goddammit. Have you forgotten Question #1 already? Question #4: What else is there to do on my laptop while I should be working and am fortunate enough to have reliable internet to actually do work away from the office, but while I am also kind of trapped in this apt in Pittsburg due to a lack of keys being provided for me whilst other people are away at work themselves. Answer: Find new and exciting comics online to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;www.penny-arcade.com - The old standby&lt;br /&gt;www.spamusement.com - Usually hilarious. Recently, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;www.qwantz.com - I have just become privy to this exceptional piece of literature today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's really only one new comic to read. But since I did waste approximately one hour reading the adventures of T-Rex, Dromiceiomimus, and Utahraptor, I feel my morning was more than productive.</content>
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    <title>Boredom's staying at my house</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T14:24:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I spent the entirety of last night doing nothing on purpose. Its been months since I havent done a thing but stay at the place where i pay rent and putz around. I use the term loosely. I cleaned the kitchen. I made food. I listened to records in the meantime... to clarify. I slopped grease all over the floor while trying to make deep fried tofu. I managed to shred 5 potatoes into a raw heap that aspires to someday make it as hashbrowns. and I listened to Postal Service b-sides and Fred Neil. All of this was completed with the thought I'd get so bored that I'd have to get out to Skully's for a bit of drinks with Ali. Instead I sat on my couch thinking of a night previous when I laid in bed and heard people running through my backyard. With the back door in the kitcehn now open, maybe I would hear them again. I could throw starchy wads of future breakfast potatoes at them. Come and stay a while. Damn mystery people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watching of Piñero i had promised myself never happened. Nor did the trip to Skully's. I read a map of europe that showed economic, political, and cultural shifts in the last 100 years. I had forgetten Albania used to be communist and that the U.K. still controls Gibraltar. &lt;a href="http://www.gibraltar.gi/tourism/gibraltar_barbary_tourism.asp"&gt;Read about Barbary Apes in Gibraltar&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>The birthday critique.</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T06:25:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Thrilling ride across ohio. From Columbus to my sister's place in urbana for my nephew's birthdat party. He has just turned one. Its a small town about a 1/2 hour north of 70 if you've already driven 1/2 hour west of columbus. Generally a quaint town. Generally not worth the drive. But nice people and family were there. My sister has two dogs, a baby and a husband. She's smallish. The others are huge. I dont know what the deal is. They just eat a lot. They also like to feed everyone that comes to their house a lot as well. Ridiculous amounts, in fact. Today was something like this: Fried chicken, split into slices, put on salad. This was homemade chicken, so all the grease and oil had been given more of a chance to hang out. Toppings for this healthy option included, cheese, corn, tomatoes, some sort of corn pudding, some olives, a barbeque dressing, and a host of other things somewhat disguised as vegetables. Before that we had been eating cheese, and crackers, and fruit, and chips (with guacamole AND salsa of course) and a vegetable tray full of common choices. After... Ice cream. 7 types of. There was a cake that had looked like a hairy giraffe. I was informed it WAS a giraffe. Just a poorly rendered one, given the medium of Betty Crocker's yellow cake mix and strangely shredded coconut. I passed on it and instead commented several times on the size of the dogs and the amounts they were eating. This was a weak attempt to draw a parallel between their habits and size to ours. It went unnoticed and the day ended abruptly when the last package was opened. Literally 1 minute after everyone agreed that it contained a red wagon, my parents were at the door in coats wearing petty smiles for my sister's in-laws. They left. I poured another rum and coke for my sister and we both found the living room to stake out napping grounds among fat-assed dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone is clear. I do love my family. When I do love something though, I will criticize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I have a new toothbrush. Welcome to my new livejournal.</content>
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