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Look, I know everyone's worried about my Government grade -- it's ok, I talked to the professor, and he made a mistake. I got an A. So, go back to feeling good about the holidays.
It appears as if my trip may be cut short. Maury has to take an EMT test on the 12th, so we have to be back by the 11th. Someone tell him to get his priorities straight. Saving lives or having fun? You decide. But Jeb and I are going to try to convince him to leave early, maybe on December 30th. New Years in NYC?
Stylus almost got it right by naming Bloc Party as the 2nd best album of the year. I say it's #1. It's all right to make accessible music, everybody.
Karl and I were feeling a little lonely without any bizarre PIRG things taking over our lives, until -- lo and behold -- a guy from the Sierra Club called me the other night. So, as Karl and I are adequately elvish, we followed a Greencorps twenty-something dressed up in a Santa Claus suit across Langhorne Road to go visit Preston Bryant's office. Preston just resigned his post as Lynchburg's delegate to take an environmental (?) post in the Kaine (?) administration, so the Sierra Club is trying to convince him that we need to lower mercury emissions in our water supplies. He wasn't in his office, but here's some dialogue between his secretary and Santa:
"HO! HO! HO!"
"...Can I help you."
"MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm SANTA CLAUS and I'm here to talk with Preston Bryant about being a GOOD BOY!"
"...He's not here."
"Well. Take this letter and some CANDY CANES! Have you been a good girl?"
"Never."
"..."
"..."
"Would you like an ORANGE?"
"Sure."
So, it's pretty safe to say that Virginians never have to worry about mercury poisoning ever again.
The Squid and the Whale is the best movie I saw all year.
I'm going to get a date with Naomi Klein in Canada. Don't be an age-ist.
Ted Stevens might resign from the Senate since he didn't get his way with drilling in the Arctic, and even though he's 157 years old, he's still a big fucking baby. I would send him retirement flowers.
I'm so bored.
It appears as if my trip may be cut short. Maury has to take an EMT test on the 12th, so we have to be back by the 11th. Someone tell him to get his priorities straight. Saving lives or having fun? You decide. But Jeb and I are going to try to convince him to leave early, maybe on December 30th. New Years in NYC?
Stylus almost got it right by naming Bloc Party as the 2nd best album of the year. I say it's #1. It's all right to make accessible music, everybody.
Karl and I were feeling a little lonely without any bizarre PIRG things taking over our lives, until -- lo and behold -- a guy from the Sierra Club called me the other night. So, as Karl and I are adequately elvish, we followed a Greencorps twenty-something dressed up in a Santa Claus suit across Langhorne Road to go visit Preston Bryant's office. Preston just resigned his post as Lynchburg's delegate to take an environmental (?) post in the Kaine (?) administration, so the Sierra Club is trying to convince him that we need to lower mercury emissions in our water supplies. He wasn't in his office, but here's some dialogue between his secretary and Santa:
"HO! HO! HO!"
"...Can I help you."
"MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm SANTA CLAUS and I'm here to talk with Preston Bryant about being a GOOD BOY!"
"...He's not here."
"Well. Take this letter and some CANDY CANES! Have you been a good girl?"
"Never."
"..."
"..."
"Would you like an ORANGE?"
"Sure."
So, it's pretty safe to say that Virginians never have to worry about mercury poisoning ever again.
The Squid and the Whale is the best movie I saw all year.
I'm going to get a date with Naomi Klein in Canada. Don't be an age-ist.
Ted Stevens might resign from the Senate since he didn't get his way with drilling in the Arctic, and even though he's 157 years old, he's still a big fucking baby. I would send him retirement flowers.
I'm so bored.