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alikiThe mail containing anthrax sent to Microsoft in Reno, Nevada, came from Malaysia. That angers and saddens me at the same time. Don't quite know what to think about the safety of my parents, my extended family and my dear friends residing there, and frankly the thought of US's wrath frightens me.
People really are panicking too much about anthrax, in my opinion. I was glad to see a news special reminding people that it's not that contagiously transmittable from person-to-person, since anthrax is really about spores. You can't cough up enough spores to infect someone. Unless you were french kissing the person while they were continually coughing. For four hours straight. I suppose it *could* happen, but really, what are the chances.
My roommate was terrified that another terrorist act would occur on Saturday that she refused to take her GRE's. And she wanted a refund for it, since she couldn't make it to the center since she had to pass through Penn Station. They refused to grant her a refund. The next day, I informed her nonchalantly that I was going to Penn Station to take a train out to see him in NJ. I didn't tell her this, but I figured that only the good die young, so I really have little to worry about.
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We went fishing on Saturday night. Checked the weather online, and one site said we would be having east winds, 5 to 10 miles; another one said calm seas, almost no wind; and another claimed south wind. We ended up with east winds closer to 15 miles and it turned out to be a really rocky ride. But that wasn't the worst part-- the worst part was some wiseass thought it'd be really great to have a bachelor party on the boat. Getting eel slime on your clothes, with 15mph wind in your face, rocking violently on a boat from 6pm to midnight (no escaping! you're trapped!), and then *not* catching anything-- doesn't sound like a good idea to me, but hey, 20 males sure thought so. Then decided to throw in 3 cases of beer for good measure and scream, "where are the white wommaaa---aaann?!" and "where are the naa-aaakked gggu-uuurls?!" every ten minutes. We're on a fishing boat in terrible weather, and they were asking why the gender-breakdown of the individuals on the boat was 50 men to 2 women? But being drunk does incredible things to you.
So none of the bachelor party men caught a single goddamn fish. And even in the end, they were yelling, "someone in the party better catch the pool fish!!"
(pool fish = biggest fish of the night wins the pool money, i'm sure of talked about this a million times, so scroll back to get the definition of what is going on.. c'mon, i talk about fishing every weekend..)
Are you surprised that he won the pool? *grins* Yeah. My hon fucking knows what he is doing, and he doesn't need beer to have fun doing it.
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I took a tour of New Jersey today, and was really amazed that it wasn't the wasteland that New Yorkers always purport it to be. Really, it's beautiful. The fall folliage was magnificent gold and red, and today his mom and I drove to several lakes and took walks around parks, and you'd never imagine that you could be that comfortable with your boyfriend's mom, but I am. Today was another of those days when I thought about that and went: "Whoa. Wow." It's a nice feeling.
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Rufus, Brian's cat, had a nice dinner on Saturday night. Ziti. He doesn't like mice, squirrels or fish; but he loves poultry, and he loves Italian food. He's also left-handed. All of Brian's cats are quirky. Now I have to wonder if: (a) he likes quirky beings around him (which means I'm looney like them?) or (b) he causes them to get quirky (a sign I should run). Hmm. Tyler should really be on Prozac and a million other drugs for his depression, psychoism, and anti-social behavior. Sapphire is the skinniest cat on the planet because she eats too much, then throws it all up. She also doesn't have the capacity to form short-term memories and can't remember what happened ten minutes ago. Or maybe five. But it sure is a short time. And Ratso is what I'd imagine in a human to be a sexy approachable redhead in a bar, that when you walked up to her, smiled and before you said a word, she reached into her handbag, whipped out a gun, and shot you square in the head. I don't know how else to explain her kooky behavior. Eddie and Patches... ahh, some other day. I'm going to go watch TV now. Good show on.
People really are panicking too much about anthrax, in my opinion. I was glad to see a news special reminding people that it's not that contagiously transmittable from person-to-person, since anthrax is really about spores. You can't cough up enough spores to infect someone. Unless you were french kissing the person while they were continually coughing. For four hours straight. I suppose it *could* happen, but really, what are the chances.
My roommate was terrified that another terrorist act would occur on Saturday that she refused to take her GRE's. And she wanted a refund for it, since she couldn't make it to the center since she had to pass through Penn Station. They refused to grant her a refund. The next day, I informed her nonchalantly that I was going to Penn Station to take a train out to see him in NJ. I didn't tell her this, but I figured that only the good die young, so I really have little to worry about.
~~~~~~~~~~
We went fishing on Saturday night. Checked the weather online, and one site said we would be having east winds, 5 to 10 miles; another one said calm seas, almost no wind; and another claimed south wind. We ended up with east winds closer to 15 miles and it turned out to be a really rocky ride. But that wasn't the worst part-- the worst part was some wiseass thought it'd be really great to have a bachelor party on the boat. Getting eel slime on your clothes, with 15mph wind in your face, rocking violently on a boat from 6pm to midnight (no escaping! you're trapped!), and then *not* catching anything-- doesn't sound like a good idea to me, but hey, 20 males sure thought so. Then decided to throw in 3 cases of beer for good measure and scream, "where are the white wommaaa---aaann?!" and "where are the naa-aaakked gggu-uuurls?!" every ten minutes. We're on a fishing boat in terrible weather, and they were asking why the gender-breakdown of the individuals on the boat was 50 men to 2 women? But being drunk does incredible things to you.
So none of the bachelor party men caught a single goddamn fish. And even in the end, they were yelling, "someone in the party better catch the pool fish!!"
(pool fish = biggest fish of the night wins the pool money, i'm sure of talked about this a million times, so scroll back to get the definition of what is going on.. c'mon, i talk about fishing every weekend..)
Are you surprised that he won the pool? *grins* Yeah. My hon fucking knows what he is doing, and he doesn't need beer to have fun doing it.
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I took a tour of New Jersey today, and was really amazed that it wasn't the wasteland that New Yorkers always purport it to be. Really, it's beautiful. The fall folliage was magnificent gold and red, and today his mom and I drove to several lakes and took walks around parks, and you'd never imagine that you could be that comfortable with your boyfriend's mom, but I am. Today was another of those days when I thought about that and went: "Whoa. Wow." It's a nice feeling.
~~~~~~~~~~
Rufus, Brian's cat, had a nice dinner on Saturday night. Ziti. He doesn't like mice, squirrels or fish; but he loves poultry, and he loves Italian food. He's also left-handed. All of Brian's cats are quirky. Now I have to wonder if: (a) he likes quirky beings around him (which means I'm looney like them?) or (b) he causes them to get quirky (a sign I should run). Hmm. Tyler should really be on Prozac and a million other drugs for his depression, psychoism, and anti-social behavior. Sapphire is the skinniest cat on the planet because she eats too much, then throws it all up. She also doesn't have the capacity to form short-term memories and can't remember what happened ten minutes ago. Or maybe five. But it sure is a short time. And Ratso is what I'd imagine in a human to be a sexy approachable redhead in a bar, that when you walked up to her, smiled and before you said a word, she reached into her handbag, whipped out a gun, and shot you square in the head. I don't know how else to explain her kooky behavior. Eddie and Patches... ahh, some other day. I'm going to go watch TV now. Good show on.
