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Why is it 'Independence Day' and not 'America Day'?
Well, happy Fourth of July, otherwise known as The Day People Set Off Fireworks At Stupid Hours Of The Day.
Seriously. What's the point of setting off fireworks when it's still bright and sunny out? Really now.
At least it isn't the street we used to live on, where there were kids with capguns for /weeks/ before and after the fourth, until I wanted to go down there and shoot their eyes out individually.
But I did not. Because I am nice. Or well, because I'd get arrested. But I thought about it for a few seconds. Or more appropriately I'd shoot the eyes out of the parents who give their kids bloody cap guns, but well, I hate those things and am boycotting them, like Barney and the Teletubbies. Fortunately Seaners shows no interest in the TV. I think I just lucked out.
Gord, I sound old. Am I old and cranky? I'm twenty seven. The sad thing is that I was old and cranky by that definition at fifteen.
Watched Clerks this afternoon; I'd forgotten how weirdly amusing that movie actually is. Still totally not writing. I'd worry about this, except I've seen this happen before and I know I'm capable of making up time/words; especially since next week Chris is going to Seattle from Sunday night until Friday morning, so I'll have time (and likely very few people to talk to).
I've been thinking about self imposed limits and accountability, too, which I might post about, or I might not. It's not coherent yet.
Oh yeah, and I burned an entire batch of pumpkin cranberry muffins beyond recognition. Seriously. They were carbonized. It was crazy.
Seriously. What's the point of setting off fireworks when it's still bright and sunny out? Really now.
At least it isn't the street we used to live on, where there were kids with capguns for /weeks/ before and after the fourth, until I wanted to go down there and shoot their eyes out individually.
But I did not. Because I am nice. Or well, because I'd get arrested. But I thought about it for a few seconds. Or more appropriately I'd shoot the eyes out of the parents who give their kids bloody cap guns, but well, I hate those things and am boycotting them, like Barney and the Teletubbies. Fortunately Seaners shows no interest in the TV. I think I just lucked out.
Gord, I sound old. Am I old and cranky? I'm twenty seven. The sad thing is that I was old and cranky by that definition at fifteen.
Watched Clerks this afternoon; I'd forgotten how weirdly amusing that movie actually is. Still totally not writing. I'd worry about this, except I've seen this happen before and I know I'm capable of making up time/words; especially since next week Chris is going to Seattle from Sunday night until Friday morning, so I'll have time (and likely very few people to talk to).
I've been thinking about self imposed limits and accountability, too, which I might post about, or I might not. It's not coherent yet.
Oh yeah, and I burned an entire batch of pumpkin cranberry muffins beyond recognition. Seriously. They were carbonized. It was crazy.
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(Am I thinking of the same kind of self-imposed limits?)
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