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How to create a section in AWStats for keeping track of RSS access.
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How come Sesame Street never taught the ABC’s this way?
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So cute it’s almost sickening.
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End of the world
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Throw George W Bush around like a rag doll
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I always wondered what the lyrics were…
I was trying to find the pictures taken by the Art Bell guest I mentioned a few months ago, and came across this site that has photos of UFOs and aliens that are, get this, sorted by authenticity.
My favourite is the one pictured on the left. If I could, I’d make the caption “Intel Inside.” I mean, you can almost here the guy saying, in a comically perky British accent, “Hello!”
My other favourite is a little lower down from that picture, where the caption, which is the only thing we have to go on, reads, “Source and story unknown, but probably authentic.”
Priceless.
Can you tell my parents had just been to China? Dad‘s a faculty member at the University of Regina (he’s been the Head of the Computer Science department, off and on, for a fair majority of his term, and is currently still filling that position, for just a little while longer anyway), and our family is well connected to the Chinese community. My parents were part of a group that travelled to China in 1984 in an effort, I believe, to blossom relationships and so on (I won’t go into detail, mostly because I don’t know or remember them). Long story short, Jinan, the capital of Shandong province, is Regina’s sister city. They’ve since gone back many times over the years, Mom especially.
(BTW, if you ever bump into Dad, make sure to tell him how much he looks like the fantasy writer, George R. R. Martin. He loves hearing that…)
This picture also marks the beginning of the epic mystery of the origin of the red mark on the upper part of my right cheek. I have a theory of what caused it, and Mom has a completely different one. Regardless (or irregardless, whichever you prefer), as you’ll see over the next several days, it lasted for years.
See! They’re gone.
Alright, so movie star might be out of the question now (It’s all downhill from here, folks), but I’ve got the hockey player look down pat. Plus, I’ve got a haircut a modern-day skateboarder would kill for.
I look like a scrapper, don’t I? I remember getting into a couple of fights back then in grade two. I don’t think it was because of the red piping on my sweatshirt. As I recall it, during recess, Teddy Kopchuk and I both wanted to be Soundwave… I won. I hear he’s turned into a huge muscle guy now. I don’t think I’m to blame.
(That reminds me of some good school yard stories I’ll have to tell sometime.)
By the way… the sweat shirt gear? That, and sweat pants, pretty much became my standard attire for the rest of my elementary school days (and the first year or two of high school). What was I thinking…!? Well, I really got tired of the “vvvvt, vvvvt, vvvvt” noises my brown corduroys kept making.