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Saturday, June 28, 2003
 (For those of you new to this blog, one of the very first things that I blogged about was Fake British Guy. Fake British Guy, or FBG as we like to call him, is a college student from a small town about 25 miles away who inexplicably speaks with a fake British accent. He has been doing this for nearly two years now. FBG is tall and slim, my friend Todd describes his look as "Eurotrash", and he has this blond hairdo that is that has that artfully messy "I fell out of bed looking this good" that probably takes a half an hour and three or more styling products to achieve.)
Friday was my day off and I stopped by our central branch to have a plastic cover put on my British children's edition of the new Harry Potter book, when I crossed paths with FBG. I had just gotten in my car to leave, when I saw him getting out of his car to go in. Now, I see him all the time, but it is usually when I'm working, so I don't have access to a camera, and it is usually indoors, so flashless shots come out fuzzy. But here he was walking down the street in broad daylight! So I whipped out the camera and got a fleeting shot of him as I drove away... Wednesday, June 25, 2003
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Anyway, Drew asked me to post this: I have a pair of leather pants that are size 32 waist. The legs have not been cut or hemmed, so there is PLENTY of inseam to work with (maybe all the way up to a 36 or 38 inseam!) What I would like to do is, if there is anyone out there reading this, or knows of someone who has a pair, I would like to trade them for a pair of 34 waist 32 inseam pair of black leather pants. Do me a favor and ask around to see if anyone you may know would be willing to make the trade. Wednesday, June 11, 2003
I hurried back over to the librarian. "I need to find a twelve-year-old article from the New Jersey Journal," I said.Even the non-library folks will probably be able to spot the problem with that passage. What surprises me more than the error itself is the fact that no one caught it and corrected it before the paperback edition was published. Sunday, June 08, 2003
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Wednesday, June 04, 2003
From Mitch: Last Saturday, I went out with some friends, we went to Leroy's for karaoke... But the funniest thing was that FBG came with us. He was with some of my friend Matt's friends! Not only that his AUNT was at Leroy's and she was very..."White-trash" looking? And she was with a man who resembled a cross between an emaciated Lurch and Jethro Clampett, with a pinch of Burt Reynolds. Not only that, but they couldn't keep their hands off each other and it was one long PDA. FBG tried to ignore it, but she dedicated a song to him (something country), hugged him, and introduced herself to all of us. Just thought you'd like to know! Later on IM: Kate: Great story about FBG! Sunday, June 01, 2003
The first experience with a computer that I can remember was on a SouthWest Technologies computer in my dad's shop in my grandparent's basement. Dad was letting me play a rudimentary game on it where the playing field was defined with asterisks (the large, old skool ascii ones) and you were represented, I think, by an X, and you were trying to keep away from one or more zeros. To move, you would type in the coordinates of the adjacent space that you wanted to move to. I would point to where I wanted to go, and Dad would type in the coordinates, and the computer would regenerate the playing field reflecting my move, and it's countermove. I must have been about 3 or 4, so this would have been in '76 or '77. I also remember being frequently spanked during this period for playing with computer parts that I took from Dad's workbench in our dining room. When one of Dad's computers was available for use, I frequently played Adventure on it: ADVENT /ad'vent/ /n./ The first computer we kids had that was our very own to I was aware of the Internet because my dad talked about it, but when I first saw people writing email in '95 I was puzzled -- that was something that only computer people like my dad did, not your average Joe... That fall, various friends of mine who lived out-of-town started using email, and encouraged me to try it. I got an account through the university, and later my first Hotmail account. (When Todd first told me that about his Hotmail account, I thought that he said, "HotMale"...) |
