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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

look who's not talking

I can't believe it's already July 3. I haven't been blogging. I haven't even really been thinking about blogging. Actually, I took a mini Internet vaca while I was in Atlanta and didn't look at email for, like, three days. It was lovely. I had barely looked at it for the three days prior to that because our email/Internet situation at SFR was such a f-ing mess, but it seems to be fixed now. I returned to, literally, 963 pieces of spam. I will say, for what it's worth, I'm glad my job isn't sending out emails like this:

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and, of course, the old standby:

Good morning. I am sending you this email with the spirit of happiness and
with great amount of trust. Am 25years old, my name is Melvin Clark, from
Liberia. I am the eldest son of the late Captain Gordon Clark, the former
Director of Ministry of Mining and Solid Mineral, Liberia. I am now in
Ghana as a refugee in the Ghana refugee camp.

Ah, what a long way we've come since Jefferson penned ye old Declaration of Independence. I wonder what the founding fathers would make of what the US has become. I suppose they'd be fairly alarmed that women were allowed to vote, let alone blog, eh?

OK, well, we're almost off deadline and all I'll have left to do is decide if I do wanna see English Beat again for the second time or if I'd rather just bbq with the boy, who tells me he's made a new bbq sauce so good it "makes you wanna slap your momma." ("The Boy's Slap Your Momma Barbecue Sauce"—doesn't that sound like something someone would buy? Or is it just offensive? I really can't tell anymore).
Before I go, big ups to Jon & Mike for the Greatest First Trip to Atlanta ever. Highlights included:

a. a baby panda
b. a scary puppet closet
c. bomb Thai food

OK, seriously, going. Will try to blog better after patriotic, though semi-meaningless, holiday. And perhaps with greater substance and, ya know, about the news and stuff.