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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Sometimes, people wonder what it is like to be in a relationship. To have someone you can connect with. Someone you have a special intellectual camaraderie with. So, I would like to share with you a page out of my last IM conversation with my special someone. Enjoy!!

sdallgood: are you going to record your country song?
bluedotteam: huh
bluedotteam: ?
sdallgood: your blog
bluedotteam: oh no
sdallgood: well, you should
sdallgood: and that is all i have to say aobut that
bluedotteam: hah
bluedotteam: maybe i will them
bluedotteam: then
sdallgood: i think you should
sdallgood: it would be fun
sdallgood: and funny
sdallgood: yeah, the peps will love that
bluedotteam: peps?
sdallgood: people
sdallgood: you know
sdallgood: i am trying to be hip
sdallgood: and annoying
sdallgood: all at the same time
sdallgood: is it working?
sdallgood: oh, and a touch of funny
bluedotteam: oh
bluedotteam: peeps
bluedotteam: peps is like happy people
sdallgood: well, i started to spell it that way
sdallgood: but then, it did not look right
sdallgood: and people only has one e
sdallgood: so i decided that was enough
bluedotteam: maybe you are right
bluedotteam: i just didnt' know what it was
sdallgood: well, it is also a marshmellow bunny covered in sugar and is quite tastey
sdallgood: so i guess that means that peps make the peps happy

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Monday, June 28, 2004

The other day, my grandmother and I went to Wal-Mart to gather up all the stuff I needed for Japan. While we were out she asked me, so, would you like to go home and get your car and then go to Sams and fill it up with cheap gas? And I thought, why would I need to do that, it is not like I am driving to Japan. And I totally know that is not what she meant, but that was all I could think about, driving to Japan. And in my mind, when I reached the California coast, my car turned into a plane and I flew the rest of the way. Which brings up the question, why didn't I fly all the way from North Carolina? Did I really need to drive to California first? I guess my imagination is not the most sophisticated of imaginations and so, I am stuck driving to California.

Last night, I did the most horrible thing ever. I watched one of those news shows about an airplane crash. For the entire hour. And the worst part is that the air carrier they were talking about is the same one I am taking to Japan. I hope that I can remain calm on Wednesday.

So the moral of this story is two fold:
1- if you have a flying car, don't drive it, fly it
2- don't watch or read about airplane crashes just before traveling.

And that is all the wisdom currently available from the annals of Sallie's brain.

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Sunday, June 27, 2004

And the stupidest commercial award goes to:

Oral-B Brush-Ups.

In case you missed the genius that is not the brush up commercial, then I will recap it for you. Imagine that you are in a subway station, say in New York City. And all these people start chanting, "Rip, Slip, Brush, Ahh." And during this process, they all simultaneously open up the package, slip this thing onto their finger and then start brushing their teeth (all the while dancing in some choreographed monstrosity), right there in the subway station. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't want to see that. I mean, toothpicks are bad enough but now I am going to have to start watching people stick their hands in their mouth in the name of oral hygiene? It is all a bit too much for me to handle. And I would like to think that no one in their right mind would just bust one out on the subway. I mean, save that for the privacy of your office or home or what ever. Please!?!

In other news, the Pepto Bismol commercial that touts the gastrointestinal problems as a macarena like dance suddenly is not quite so stupid. (Although if I ever hear anyone singing "Nausea, Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarrhea, Yay Pepto Bismol", well, I think that I will punch them. So watch out, and that includes you too Jonthan. Yeah, you think you are funny, but you're not.)

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Saturday, June 26, 2004

So far, I still have all my toes. So you guys can breathe a sigh of relief for the moment. Currently, I am wrapped up in a blanket at school. It is way cold in my office, and I forgot to bring a jacket, leaving me with only a blanket for warmth. (thank goodness I have a car blanket for all those car naps I take.)

Also, last night I started making my skirt for Japan, with my grandmother's help, and it was quite easy. I think that I am going to start sewing more clothes for myself. It is so much fun. Now all I need to do is graduate so I can get my sewing machine graduation gift asap. Then, I will become my own fashion designer. The world will clammer for an original Sallie, but only I will have them. (I guess either I have an ego problem or my life is one be fantasy.)

I am having a problem. One that all the ladies out there can sympathize with. You see, I want to take a lot of shoes, but I only have room for 2 pairs. I don't know what to do about that since I love shoes and I have to bring a pair of dress shoes already so that leaves me with tennis shoes, which will NOT look good with my skirts, which means I only have dress shoes to wear which means I have to wear hose (because they hurt my feet otherwise) but I don't want to have to do that. So I am at a loss as to what to do. Maybe Jonathan will not take any clothes so that he can pack my shoes for me. What do you think?

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Friday, June 25, 2004

Today is the day for a pedicure. I will keep you updated of any lost toes or infections. (as my dearest friend Jonathan warned me- so thanks Jonathan, for being so supportive.)

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Wednesday, I went to my mom's pottery class with her and I learned how to throw a pot. Well, not throwing one across the room (I already knew how to do that), but making a pot on the potters wheel. And now, I am addicted. I love it. I want to do it forever. I will have to take a class after I get settled wherever I am going to settle. I made two bowls, a bud vase and a tea light candle holder. I am sure that they are all going to be way cool. I mean, after all, I made them. I think pottery is way therapeutic. I suggest that you all try it.

In other news, I finally finished my mom's mother's day present and she LOVED it. I have to say that it is quite cute. I will have to take a picture of it one day and show it to you all. I just am not there quite yet, not having a digital camera and all. So, that is all I feel like talking about. I am going to go home and crawl in my bed. I can't wait. (it is all so very exciting.)

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Thursday, June 24, 2004

Remember the haircut I was talking about? Well, it sucks. The incompetent receptionist at "The Purple Door" in Raleigh should be fired. So here are the reasons why he is incompetent. (If you don't want to read the rambling rages of me, well then, you might want to skip today's entry all together.)

So, here is the whole story. I called in for an appointment and left a message stating that I wanted an appointment on the 29th as late in the afternoon as possible and if none were available that day, I would settle for the 25th. Easy enough right? Well, wrong. He called me back on Tuesday, when they opened, and left a message asking if I wanted 12 or 2. I thought, what an idiot. I mean, in my opinion, 2 is later in the afternoon than 12. But I guess that he was just trying to be nice. Well, I was wrong. It is just that he is incompetent. Just wait, I have further evidence for this. So, I called back and told him that I wanted the appointment at 2, but I would take whatever since I was going out of town on the 30th and I just needed my hair cut before then. And I asked him to call me back to let me know what time he scheduled my appointment. I was out of town on Wednesday, but when I returned on Thursday, there was no message, so I called him and asked him what time he scheduled my appointment for and he said, what? There is not appointment for you. And I said, what, I called you back and told you that I wanted the appointment at 2. And he said, well, I did not get a message, and I don't remember you, when did I call you. And I explained the whole thing to him. I just don't understand how a guy can forget things two days later. I would think that I would make a note and put it on the schedule so I could remember. But, as I have already said, he is incompetent and does not know how to do his job, follow directions, schedule an appointment or check the answering machine. And to make matters worse, he never said I'm sorry or do you want to see another stylist or maybe we can see you when you get back in town. Nope. Just nothing. Only the accusations of: I guess you did not call me back, I did not get any message, are you sure you called back? and when did I call you again?

So, that is why I had to schedule an appointment with a stranger. And beforehand (prior to the scissors being used), she was talking about curls and flowy hair and a wash and go hair style and then I ended up with hair 2 inches short at its longest (not long enough for curls or flow) and she spent 15 minutes styling it before I left the salon (and that is SO not wash and go). And the worst part, when I walked out of there, I had bangs. I mean, I did not have bangs when I went in and we did not talk about bangs while I was in there, so why the hell did I walk out with bangs? I have to say, I cried about it, several times. It is really that bad. So, I am pissed about it all and I blame the incompetent receptionist at "The Purple Door" for it all. My mom summed up my hair style best when she said, "She tried to give you a Mullet." Yep, it is kind of close, only I made her cut my hair shorter than she wanted to in the back. And now, my new hair style is dyke. Slicked back because otherwise, it looks like total and utter horribleness.

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Monday, June 21, 2004

Tomorrow, I will be getting a haircut. I am sure that you have not seen me lately (or at all?) but I am telling you, it is getting close to afro at times. So, I am quite excited, and nervous too. Because the person I regularly see can't take me. So, I am going to a stranger. I just hope they know what they are doing. But, I have to say, my regular hair cutter moved to a new salon and the receptionist there is a COMPLETE and TOTAL imbecile and that is why I did not get an appointment. (I still feel rage over that. He better hope that I get a good haircut or he will really feel my rage next time I make an appointment using him.)

And also, I am going to see my parents. And while I am there, I am going to go to pottery class with my mom. I am quite excited about that. Hurray for pottery. And now, I am tired and I am going to go home.

The End.

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Sunday, June 20, 2004

Family Reunions:
- Where a bunch of people that your parents knew and that you are somehow related to get together.
- Where grandchildren proceed to tell a bunch of strangers about their life


So what prompted me to become Webster? Well, my family reunion yesterday that is what. Good thing I found out that I would not be able to work (and thus miss the reunion) in time to convince my sister to come so I could have her company. Other than my sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, dad and grandmother, I did not know anyone there. But I guess that even though I was raised not to talk to strangers, that kind of stranger is ok. I just wished that I had been offered candy.

Oh, and my sister and I, well, we caused quite a controversy. In retrospect, I guess that we should have known better, but well, I guess we didn't. So, here is the scandalous thing that we did. We brought beer to the dinner. (It was at my grandmothers house, which is also my house just so you know.) And we failed to disguise it in a glass. So there were the people in the one camp thinking, "We should not have that kind of thing here at a reunion. It is just not right." And then there were the people in the other camp thinking, "Well, I looked in all the coolers, and I could not find any beer. Where is mine?" My sister and I, we are trouble makers.

So, the moral of this story is, just because your immediate family drinks together does not mean that your extended stranger family wants to know about it. So, keep your beer away from family reunions or hid it so others don't know about it. The End.

ps- I really like ending my blog with "The End". It is quite fun. I think that it will be a new trend here on Xenopus.blogspot.com. So world, watch out!!! Then End, Again!

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Saturday, June 19, 2004

It has come to my attention that some of you out there, who just happen to read my blog, still do not have gmail addresses. So, if you want one. And you want it from me. Well, just let me know. I can hook you up. Probably. I mean, I don't have that many readers, but, well, there are search engines and how do I really know where they come from? But, I will try to help you out in anyway you might want to be helped. (well, not any way, just in a way that involves gmail. And that is it.)

ok. That ends the public service announcement.

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Friday, June 18, 2004

So, I am going to Michigan to interview for sure. July 18-20. I am both excited and scared. I mean, Michigan is way far away from my friends and family. And, as I have mentioned before, it snows there. A lot. But the good news is that there is not too much ice (which is what makes the southern snow suck). But still, snow shoveling will be in my future if I move to Michigan.

Here is something that gets on my nerves. You know how some people are, thinking that you should not work on Sunday. And then they are even happy when they find out that a business is not open on Sunday. Saying, that is good for the workers so they can be good Christians. But then, they proceed to go out to eat every Sunday night for dinner. I mean, how much sense does that make? I have to vote for none. I guess it has been bothering me a lot lately, knowing that people like that exist out there.

And, I got the weirdest call last night. A guy that I used to work with in high school called me. And the weirdest part is that, when a person from your past of the opposite sex that had a crush on you calls you, what is the first thing that pops into your mind? That they might want to get to know you better? Like, there may be a chance for you in the future or something like that? I mean, that is what I think of, but maybe I am shallow. But he called, told me he was engaged, and then proceeded to tell me that he wished that I had dated him, and he wondered what I looked like now. I thought it was all a bit strange. But oh well. And now, I am going to work.

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Tuesday, June 15, 2004

It is amazing how much getting my research to work elevates my mood. It is like I am walking on clouds today where just 2 days ago, I was down in the dumps. Yep, I was Oscar the grouch, only not green and cute. But, if I wanted to turn green, I know how I could. I went to the day spa today to talk about getting a spray on tan for my legs to prevent their whiteness from reflecting the sun and blinding people in Japan while I am wearing skirts and the like. And they said that if you are going to get a spray on tan, you need to make sure that you are wearing no lotion, deodorant makeup etc. Because it will turn green when the spray tan hits it.

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Monday, June 14, 2004

You want to know what I hate? When I am excited about something and I wait for it to happen. And I wait and I wait and I wait, and finally I think that it is never going to happen so I have stopped being excited and then, it happens. I mean, there is no excitement left anymore. I have already decided not to do it, or that it was not going to happen, and a I have moved on with my live. And then this thing comes in and interrupts my new life. It can be annoying.

In other news, I met a unicorn. Well, it might have been a goat with twisted horns, but if that is the case, don't let me know. I want to pretend that it was a unicorn, sent to wish me a happy day. I saw him jump over a rainbow and then he neighed at me. So, either he was wishing me hello, or he was letting me in on a little secret about a special guy in my life. I don't know. You figure it out for yourself.

(Actually, I did not mean to make gay references. It just turned out that way. I was looking for a rainbow this afternoon, since it was raining and the sun was shining, but there was not one. And, I was just listening to the Unicorns. So that is where the story came from. But, well, maybe my subconscious was subconsciously telling me something and it took my writing it in my blog to figure it out. Dear blog, what a great tool you are.)

So, if you are uncertain about anything, just write about your everyday life in your blog. And the mysteries of the world will be brought to life, right in front of your eyes.

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Sunday, June 13, 2004

I love my bed. Recently, I have been spending a lot of time in my bed. When I am working, I dream about my bed. Maybe I am not getting enough sleep. Or maybe, I am fed up with hitting brick walls and my bed is my safe haven. I switched research projects 3 times this past week. It is just not working. My research that is. It is annoying me to no end. I am so tired of doing things, them working once, then never again. I don't know what that is all about but it is pissing me off. I need a change of environment. I can't wait for Japan. I am dreaming of Japan and the fun that I will have there. And now, and a haiku for my bed.

My Bed Haiku

My Bed, calling me
tempting me with crisp, clean sheets
sleeping is a joy

I think I am going to become a poet. I mean, I have presented you guys with two kick ass poems in the past week. If you are a publisher, contact me. I have thousands of these stored in my mind, just waiting to come out. I could make you (and me) millions. And then, I could be on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. That would ROCK. So contact me asap. I am waiting.

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Thursday, June 10, 2004

New skills I have learned:

Well, I guess that this is not exactly a skill as much as following a recipe for the first time. But I did follow the recipe for the first time, and I have to say that a margarita is surprisingly simple. Just three things, all mixed together for pure yumminess. Although, next time I think that I will try to make the more complicated one that called for lime infused sugar water. I mean, lime- yummy, it is what makes the margarita, sugar- yummy and sweet, water- well I need 64oz a day right?

The other thing that I made is home made salsa. This, I did not follow a recipe for. And it ended up with too much lime juice, but it was really good anyway. And it took less than 30 minutes to do all the chopping. And I got to enjoy its goodness only 2 1/2 hours later. So much better tasting and so much better for you than jarred sauce. It is amazing that this was the first time I even tried it. So, if you are wondering what to have for dinner, I suggest salsa. Just chop up 3 roma tomatoes, about 1/3 onion, 1/2 or so jalapeno and I used 1 whole lime, but I would suggest only half of one. And then let sit and enjoy. I enjoyed it with fajitas. But you can enjoy it any way you like. I can't wait to have my own kitchen again. Cooking is great and living by yourself ROCKS. Ok. Now it is time for me to read about P2X receptors. (I am betting that you are way jealous about that.)

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Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Just call me a buzzard. Yep, that is what I am. I scavenge around other people's cast offs and then steal them for my own. Take for instance Jonathan's big leaf picture. Yep, that is mine. And it was in the trash. Also, I recently scored a pirate's hat. I am so damn cool. I even blacked out a tooth and went walking around the neighborhood last night with my hat and my eye patch. Oh yeah, I scared some little kids.

But the biggest score was a lab table. (like this, only in table form.) It was being thrown out and I grabbed that bad boy up and took it home. (Well actually, I just took the free sign off of it so no one else would take it and then I had my Grandmother come and we hauled it off together, but you get the picture.) Oh yeah. That is going to make one sweet sewing table. I will have tons of room to lay my fabric out on and then I can cut patterns to my hears content. And then, I can sew. And after I give up sewing, because I become arthritic, I can turn it into a kitchen table. Yes, that is what I will do. I mean, the possibilities are endless. And if there is ever a chemical spill, my table top will survive. Yeah, it is even chemical resistant. World, try your worst. You can't bother me and my table.

I love my new table (even though it is currently in the basement waiting for my eventual move into my own place.) I think that I will write a poem for it (in free verse). I call it:

Ode To the Kick Ass Table

Dear Table, You
Kick my ass
with Your grandeur
with Your flame retardant finish
and chemical resistant coating
I love You.

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Sunday, June 06, 2004

Well, I wanted to write a post today. I had it all planned out in my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted to say and I have to say, I don't think that it was all that shabby. Then, I forgot. I just lost the thought. It evaporated into thin air. No, it was worse than evaporation, it sublimated. Yeah, that is what happened. So, I leave you with the following happy news:

MY RESEARCH STARTED WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!! GRADUATION IS IN SITE!!!!!!!

Ok. That is all. Happy Sunday to you. (Man, I can't wait until football season starts again. I know what I will spend my Sundays doing then.)

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Saturday, June 05, 2004

Why I am a dumb blond. An essay by me.

First of all, in order to qualify myself as a dumb blond, I need to be a blond. So, I indeed have blond hair and it is also all natural.

Now for the dumb part. As a child, I was always reading the sign, "No trucks 2 axles or more in left lane." I was not sure what an axle was but I always imagined that it was a tail pipe. Or something to go with the exhaust system. Even as an adult, I still thought that way. Or rather, I did not think, I just accepted my childhood ways. Finally, while in graduate school, I started thinking about it for some reason and then it just hit me what an axle really was. Not that I did not already know, but I did not connect the real axle definition with the axle definition I made up based on the signs as a child. Now, I wish I could say I was a child genius and I was quite young while in graduate school. But alas, that is not the case. So, this is why I qualify to be a dumb blond.

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Friday, June 04, 2004

Today, I am not going to work. I am going to refuse work. If anyone asks me, "So, are you going to work today?" I am going to say, "No thank you. I am not going to work." I guess I am just tired of working so I am just going to stop doing it. Well, at least for the day. I will resume my working schedule tomorrow. So, have happy thoughts that everything will work out ok tomorrow and that my experiments will finally work so I can finally gather data so I can finally write my thesis and finally graduate. How does that sound? I think it sounds fun. Graduation. No more graduate school. A real job. Where I don't have homework. Where I have time for hobbies and fun things. Yeah, that is what I am dreaming about.

Also, I ordered Japanese Yen today. And the teller, well, she was not really sure what she was doing. It was rather funny to watch her. Being the world traveler that I am (well, not really, but I like to pretend. It makes me feel special.) I knew the drill better than she did. But I was nice and just smiled and thought, she will figure this out eventually. And she did. So, thus ends the adventure of my morning.

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Thursday, June 03, 2004

Today, on my walk into school, I saw several unusual things. So I thought that I would share them with you. Now it is going to be rather interesting, so if you don't have time to savor all the images that I am about to present to you, I suggest that you stop now and continue at another time. Ok?

So, first of all, I saw the same man mowing Reynolda Village (the upscale shopping center where I park) for the third day in a row. I mean, there are a couple of fields there, but not 3 days worth of mowing. And most days that I see him, he is riding around on the pavement. I don't think that is where the grass is. And he is always wearing a sweatshirt, matching pant (both a kind of tan/taupe color) and a matching hat, the kind with a wide brim. Maybe he lives on the lawn mower? I don't know, but he surely treats it like a go-cart.

Then I saw a woman painting, and I thought that maybe she was painting her dog, who was tied to a tree in front of her, but that was not the case. I was a bit disappointed by that, but it was a nice painting. Way better than anything I could have done. (It was a landscape picture if you must know, with one tall prominent tree off to the right.)

And then, there was the ant carrying a piece of debris that was twice as large as it was. I have seen that before, but I can't get over how cool it is that ants can do things like that. Then I saw a bird swoop out of no where and come up with something in its talons. I am not sure what it was (probably a mouse). I wished that I had my binoculars. (Well, not my binoculars since I don't have any, but you know what I mean.) Then the bird started to eat it. It was way cool. It was like watching the National Geographic channel live.

Then, there was this super cool bright green bug. I almost stepped on him. I don't know how I didn't see him. But he was moving along VERY fast. He was great. But then he crawled under a leaf. And then he was gone.

So that concludes my exciting tales of my morning walk into school. I hope that you all have such funness occur in your life today too.

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Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Father's Day. I think that is the hardest holiday to shop for (next to my Dad's birthday). I mean, first of all, when ever my Dad thinks of anything he wants, he just goes out and buys it. He does not save it up for holidays like some people do, he is simply inconsiderate and goes out and buys things for himself all the time. The other thing about my Dad is that when ever I get a good idea for him, it usually ends up costing an arm and a leg. Like this year, he had recently built a new porch on the back of the house. So I thought that I would be a good idea to get him some wireless, outdoor speakers. But man, they are expensive, and I really can not find any information about how weather proof they actually are. It is really a hard thing. I guess I will have to dig a little deeper and do some more research. But at least, if this whole thing pans out, I do have some financial backing. My Mom is also at a loss for a Father's Day present and she thinks that my idea is the best one ever. YEAH!!

So, good luck to all of you finding a Father's Day present. And don't forget. Father's day is less than 3 weeks away.

(I think that my stress over school is really interfering with my thinking pattern. I mean, it is not like this entry is anything special. And this morning, I did a load of laundry and did not even put soap in the wash. So I had to do it all over again. Where my brain is, I don't know. But if you find it, please send it home to me. I really miss it.)

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Tuesday, June 01, 2004

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Do you ever feel like yelling, but your upbringing and prudent manners prevent you from doing so? Well, I do, so I am using my blog as my outlet right now.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAA

OK, enough is enough. And besides, that is not nearly as fulfilling as doing it in real life.

A friend of mind commented on the lack of contractions in my blog and how that makes the ole bloggero sound so formal. (And by the way, by referring to my blog as the ole bloggero I am showing that this is in no way shape or form formal.)

But it is not that I am trying to be formal or impress anyone with my linguistic talent (I think I ruined that with my inability to make two words one.) I guess you can say that I have a lazy right pinky. It does not like to do anything, especially not shift like it is supposed to (making capital A's is a bitch with my right pinky letting me down on the job and all.) And since I make so many typing errors, I have to reserve all it's strength for the backspace key. So, in short, I am lazy, not trying to be better than everyone else.

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