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Sunday, July 31, 2005
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untitled #17
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Let these words serve as a document to the things I have seen. Things no human ought know. Flaming kittens dancing on power lines as embryonic omeletts paitently await their turn to .....................Be. Snapping turtles snapping with futility at concrete toes while the whales inhale. The whales yet sing solo, in unison. Wind swirling 'round as the pigs weep over bacon. sparks, lightening strikes, and conversing by the internal combustion engine. NEVER(!) pat a burning dog. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 10:40 PM | |
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Friday, July 29, 2005
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This is funny, in a slightly sick sort of way. Interesting to me that this was posted on a newsgroup I frequent, by a German guy who is of Jewish descent: http://www.abrasha.com/misc/german_engineering.htm |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 7:32 AM | |
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Friday, July 22, 2005
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All in all...
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...this has turned out to be a very nice day for me. Slightly amazing in some ways. I started out pretty early, I like that, and headed for work at about 4:50AM. Nice calm sort of morning, no one on the road, and cool if a bit humid. I drove the longish, no highway route to work, just beacuse I felt like it. Work was just busy enough to make the time pass, without being annoying. I attended a 10AM company meeting that was mostly good news and not too long, lasting less than an hour. I decided that I was not going to hang around long enough for one of my coworkers to mess up my good mood, so I told my boss I was leaving early, grabbed my stuff and was home by noon. Chaz and I went out to our Sportsman's club. I love that place. We spent an extremely enjoyable and relaxing couple of hours blasting clay piegons with a couple of shotguns on the trap field. Hot sun with just enough wind to make the shooting tricky from time to time. I am looking forward to spending an enjoyabe hour or two cleaning shotguns with Chaz tonight. Great fun and even better company. There where several other small high points. Driving to work I drove along the Merrimack river. At one point approaching a big bend in the river,the full moon was hanging over the water, the water was perfectly smooth reflecting the moon. There where lights from the road on the far side of the bend showing through the trees at precisely spaced intervals. It looked like something you see on a postcard. I had my camera in the truck, but for some reason (that I don't know but now slightly regret) I did not stop and snap a few pictures. That I did not stop says something bad about me, I think. But it was a great thing to have seen. Anyhow, later in my commute I stopped at the minimart/gas station on the way to work, to fill up my truck. I often go there but almost never go in. I always just swipe my card in the pump, the clerk inside says something like "Pump 12 cleared for credit" over the little intercom thing, I shout "Thanks" at the intercom, pump my fuel and go. This morning I was a little hungry, so I pushed the button to pay for my fuel in the store figuring that I would grab a 99 cent egg/muffin thing to munch when I went in to pay. So I fill my tank, go into the store, grab my egg/muffin thing and walk up to the counter. The woman behind the counter says good morning, glances out the window of the store and says "I know you!" I have NO IDEA who this person is, I'm near 100% sure I've never seen her before. So I ask her where she knows me from. She says: "From here. You're the Thank-you guy!" "The 'Thank-you guy'?" I ask, with the requisite blank stare. "yeah, you always pay at the pump. I recognize the truck. When we tell people over the loudspeaker that they are cleared for credit, you are like the ONLY ONE that ever says "thank-you." Wow. Other than saying something lame like "well, thanks for noticing" I was pretty much at a loss for words, fairly uncommon for me. Ask Cass. Or my wife. It sort of made my day, but speaks rather poorly of the 10 gajillion other people who get gasoline there every day. Today believe it or not, I managed for the second time this week to repair something by blowing through a rubber tube, really hard. The first time it was a guys washing machine, and he offered me 60 bucks for my trouble. This morning, by the same highly technical method, I restored to working order a salt-fog test chamber, thus earning me a "That's the most amazing fix I've ever seen!" from a program manager who had maybe $65,000 worth of parts being held up from shipping by said broken test chamber. Another great thing was that Jen crowned me the "King of taking unflattering pictures." (see: Fetafilter comments for the previous post)I mean, it's great to be the king of something, right? And I'm King. That is good enough for me, particularly coming from Jen, a serious photographic talent herself. Thanks Jen! I am wondering if it would not be worth the effort to get up at 5AM tomorrow morning to drive back by the river with my camera, and see if the moon is still as full and the water again as flat. Edit 9:10PM - The amazing stuff keeps coming. We decided that we would get a pizza from Sal's, a local Great Pizza place. I called in an order and 20 or so minutes later, Chaz and I headed off to pick it up. When we got to Sal's we found the pizza guy and pizza chick mopping the floors, apparenly preparing to close. So we went up to the counter, asked for the large 'roni for Al. She put it on the counter and said, "I had a couple of no-shows. You want this large cheese pizza and this large half-and-half pepperoni/veggie for 5 bucks each?" FIVE BUCKS EACH?! FOR A LARGE SAL'S? WRAP THEM UP! We won't have to cook all weekend now. Cool! Mista A. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 6:15 PM | |
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
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My head is still spinning.
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It has been a while since we updated here. Too much to cover it all, in fact, but I thought I would post some random stuff. It has been a whirlwind of zany fun and activities. The big local Fourth of July scene around here actually took place on the Second of July. Go figure. That is what happens when you have snotty Chelmsford types in charge, I suppose. Anyhow, as happens every year, there was a 2 mile road race just prior to the parade. Our group was well represented by Sven, Chaz, and Tessa, who actually manages to become airborne. The parade followed. There were many high points. This years parade saw the return of Crazy Herman. This guy has been doing this every year since Sue and I where kids, and is pushing 70. Of course, Mark (who clims to have never before seen a parade in person) arrived the day before. He looks truly enthralled by the spectacle. The guy with the cheesey beard (lower right), holding the giant floating Evil Clown is our pediatrician. How very disturbing for Mrs. A. There was a giant turkey. I even managed to get enough time to sit quietly to catch a picture of this cool flying dude. The next day, we celebrated Cassies birthday. Here she is looking at her present from Mark, a first edition Juxtapose book(tm) while Mark lectures on the nuance involved in producing such a tome. Neither Tessa or Bob could keep the cake off thier faces. While this is a really crummy picture of Mrs A., that will probably get me in trouble, she is sporting the very first copies of the new FetaFilter tee shirt! A few days later, we where graced by the arrival of world traveler and famous blogger Heidi B. Heidi blended right into the pace of things here and instantly became one of the gang. She was a pleasure to have around. In this not-so-flattering picture, Heidi is enjoying one of our "foraging" dinners, chowing on a delicious meal of fried potatos, spanish olives and chocholate bars. Yum! Cass just opted for a plate of olives, and Tess felt that she could do without the plate. Then, all of the older crew took off on a camping trip for a few days, as chronicled by the famous Heidi on her blog. That left Mrs. A. and I with just Ted and Ray. The amazing quiet was short-lived, however, baecuse they all came home a bit early due to rain, bearing huge amounts of wet smelley laundry. We then sadly had to put Markie back on a plane and see him off. Famous Heidi stuck around for a few more days. After experiencing lots of our strange New England Cult-cha, she unfortunatly also had to leave, but not before leaving her mark here in Middlesex county. Well, at least on our front walk. |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:28 PM | |
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Monday, July 11, 2005
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Mulleticide
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The Mullet has died. It leaves a loving hairpiece wife and 3 eyebrows. New Wallpaper, too. And don't forget to vote on Hot or Not. |
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| thus voiced Vanderganes @ 3:25 PM | |
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
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The Onslaught...
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...has begun. In fact, it is in full swing. Wish us well. Developing... |
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| thus voiced The A, Mistah @ 8:03 PM | |
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