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All This Talk About Lent is Making Me Hungry

I want large quantities of fried dough tonight… and I even found a recipe but we don’t have all the ingredients here & by the time we’d go shopping, well, yeah, anyway we’re not going to make our own fried dough this year. There were a lot of commas in that last sentence.
So, instead of fried dough tonight, I get pork for dinner at home followed by fried cheese and grilled stickies at Eat’N’Park.
We might also do taxes tonight. It’s sort of a pre-Lent resolution to get at least the federal return done and in the mail. State and local taxes are going to be a huge burden, so I’m willing to save them for Lent.

Geek Buchwald, Part 1

I’m mildly disappointed, though not at all surprised… And, hey, at least I’m represented by Mary Jane :)

You are 31% geek
You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.
Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.

You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You’ll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!

Geek [to You]: I’m givin’ her all she’s got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!

You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

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Second Helping of Birthday

This weekend is Amy’s birthday again. This means that she is not one year older in the span of less than a month! We’ve developed a rapid aging protein that causes… Absolutely nothing! This also means that she hasn’t aged again, which is good since she just had a birthday. On Saturday, the first day of Birthday II, we took a trip to the evil land of Cleve. There we fought off viciously bad drivers and dodged seagull poop as we crossed the field of green wrath towards the geometrically insane hall of rock. Within its depth we found treasures galore: costumes of unimaginable bad taste, records of blue power, videos of past glory, and lots of music. From there we struggled through howling winds to take an instant painting of Amy and Ginny stading by a mighty instrument covered in butterflies and eventually returned to our craft, to swifty cover Cleve’s domain again.

We found ourselves before a restaurant of power, wherein we gorged ourselves upon the flesh of cow, devouring the fried potatoes of might and conquering the deserts of justice! We left feeling very full and like we had just come from Australia. Finally it was time to deliver our friend back to her home amidst this terrifying land. Departure was sorrowful, but Amy vowed to return. Afterwards, a slow and treacherous trip back to the City of Grove was commenced and we soon reached our warm safe bed.

It was a 1337 day.

On Being a Girl

Today, I’m difficult to live with. Eating is not appealing, though I wouldn’t mind a pint of cookie dough ice cream from Katie’s Korner, and I have an overwhelming urge to listen to the Sister Act soundtracks whilst playing Sims, on the laptop, in bed.

The reality of it all? I’m off to eat ham & eggs for dinner. Isn’t being a girl great?

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