France vs. Colorado, from National Review Online.
Again, this is why I'm proud Bill Owens is my governor, and why I predict he will one day fill a higher office.
5/16/2003
christ complex?
from wsj best of the web... found at the washington post.
Geraldo Rivera is about to have a real, authentic Jewish marriage. He explained his reasoning behind his fourth attempt at marital bliss, by saying:
No doubt, rabbis worldwide are appreciative of his newfound sincerity for "this whole Judaism thing."
Even more impressively, Gerry summarized his motive by stating,
someone may be taking himself justalittlebit too seriously.
maybe he should bleach his hair. That'll give him some perspective.
Geraldo Rivera is about to have a real, authentic Jewish marriage. He explained his reasoning behind his fourth attempt at marital bliss, by saying:
"I'm making a conscious decision to take this whole Judaism thing seriously."
No doubt, rabbis worldwide are appreciative of his newfound sincerity for "this whole Judaism thing."
Even more impressively, Gerry summarized his motive by stating,
"I think the Jews need me right now."
someone may be taking himself justalittlebit too seriously.
maybe he should bleach his hair. That'll give him some perspective.
more c&p humor
this time from mikey's funnies...
THE TOP 6 SIGNS YOUR CHILD'S TEACHER IS EXPERIENCING BURNOUT
6. Spelling test words: "Go," "Home," "Already."
5. She spends an inordinate amount of every parent-teacher conference extolling the virtues of home-schooling.
4. Lately, all the math homework has involved calculating how long it will take Teacher A on Flight 201 out of Boston to reach Maui.
3. "Because the scalpel method is much too slow, we're going to speed up the frog dissection with this blender."
2. You hear your kindergartener singing, "A-B-C-D, E-whatever, whatever...."
1. Your son comes home with a report card comment that reads, "Johnny is a snot-nosed brat, just like the other 23 losers in his class!"
THE TOP 6 SIGNS YOUR CHILD'S TEACHER IS EXPERIENCING BURNOUT
6. Spelling test words: "Go," "Home," "Already."
5. She spends an inordinate amount of every parent-teacher conference extolling the virtues of home-schooling.
4. Lately, all the math homework has involved calculating how long it will take Teacher A on Flight 201 out of Boston to reach Maui.
3. "Because the scalpel method is much too slow, we're going to speed up the frog dissection with this blender."
2. You hear your kindergartener singing, "A-B-C-D, E-whatever, whatever...."
1. Your son comes home with a report card comment that reads, "Johnny is a snot-nosed brat, just like the other 23 losers in his class!"
i take it back
in further evidence that I'm too ungraceful, I apologize for calling Clay Aiken, of American Idol fame, a doofus.
i've not heard him sing. and I just read that he's a committed Christian who cares regularly for an autistic boy and actively leads in his church's youth group.
so i'm a schmuck, and i feel bad.
he does carry a barry manilow-type vibe, though, doesn't he?
i've not heard him sing. and I just read that he's a committed Christian who cares regularly for an autistic boy and actively leads in his church's youth group.
so i'm a schmuck, and i feel bad.
he does carry a barry manilow-type vibe, though, doesn't he?
an important update
buying the hair stuff at walmart last night, cotter was once again hanging from the side of the cart. So I asked Cotter if his nipples still hurt.
His reply:
Daddy! It wasn't my nipples! I hurt my NICKLES! And they're fine now.
His reply:
Daddy! It wasn't my nipples! I hurt my NICKLES! And they're fine now.
un-loaded
last night, Kelli & I tried to make arrangements to go to Pueblo and catch The Matrix Reloaded. We weren't able to make those plans work out, so instead we stayed home and bleached my hair.
I've never done this before. And it wasn't a bad experience, and I can guarantee you I will undergo the experience at least one more time in my life.
Kelli's at the store right now, buying the antidote.
We're going to Craig this weekend to a high school friend's wedding. I'm going to look like I just spent a weekend vacation at a Chernobyl B&B.
It was fun. Mostly just to mess with the kids' minds. Kaylyn couldn't even look at me this morning, doing so reduced her to uncontrolled laughter (what was supposed to be blonde turned out surprisingly orange). Cotter was in denial.
This was my own version of taking the red pill.
I've never done this before. And it wasn't a bad experience, and I can guarantee you I will undergo the experience at least one more time in my life.
Kelli's at the store right now, buying the antidote.
We're going to Craig this weekend to a high school friend's wedding. I'm going to look like I just spent a weekend vacation at a Chernobyl B&B.
It was fun. Mostly just to mess with the kids' minds. Kaylyn couldn't even look at me this morning, doing so reduced her to uncontrolled laughter (what was supposed to be blonde turned out surprisingly orange). Cotter was in denial.
This was my own version of taking the red pill.
By Any Other Name
(C&P from my email)
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly."
The other man said, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man knits his brow in obvious concentration, and finally says to his companion, "Aahh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A Carnation?"
"No. No. The other one" the man says.
His friend offers another suggestion, "The Poppy?"
"Nahhhh," growls the man, "You know the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes, Yes that's it. Thank you!" the first man says.
He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly."
The other man said, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man knits his brow in obvious concentration, and finally says to his companion, "Aahh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A Carnation?"
"No. No. The other one" the man says.
His friend offers another suggestion, "The Poppy?"
"Nahhhh," growls the man, "You know the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes, Yes that's it. Thank you!" the first man says.
He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?
5/15/2003
proverbs #84
knock down a hypocrite in the church and you'll upset a dozen outsiders who leaning up against him.
why Pres. Bush used the fighter plane
here's a flash helicopter flying game, sent to me via my dad.
My best is 973. pathetic, I know.
UPDATE: 988
UPDATE: 1444
My best is 973. pathetic, I know.
UPDATE: 988
UPDATE: 1444
5/14/2003
do this!
Newsmax has made available -- for free -- an email to send to President Bush urging him to make appointments to our federal bench during the congressional recess. This is a constitutional action, made necessary by the unconstitutional filibustering of the Democratic minority. I agree that President Bush will do this, but only if he receives a large influx of emails urging, compelling him to do so.
This link offers a complete rationale for this strategy. Take a minute to read it, and click on the "go" button to fill out the standardized email.
your nation will thank you later.
UPDATE: after you submit your email, you'll get a follow-up encouraging you to buy the $9.95 'personal letter' that will go to President Bush. Delete that spam, and instead encourage three friends (or more) to do the free email.
This link offers a complete rationale for this strategy. Take a minute to read it, and click on the "go" button to fill out the standardized email.
your nation will thank you later.
UPDATE: after you submit your email, you'll get a follow-up encouraging you to buy the $9.95 'personal letter' that will go to President Bush. Delete that spam, and instead encourage three friends (or more) to do the free email.
I'm very excited
I recently became aware, via an email, to enter into a business arrangement with an international conglomerate who is attempting to take part in a financially significant transaction, but has run into some bureaucratic red tape.
I'm uncertain how they became aware of my fiduciary flexibility, but have innocently requested access to my private financial accounts, for the express purpose of my serving as a broker, or liaison if you will, to help successfully complete the transaction. For my cooperation, I will receive a handsome commission.
According to the message, success is guaranteed.
So, of course, you can understand my excitement.
I'm uncertain how they became aware of my fiduciary flexibility, but have innocently requested access to my private financial accounts, for the express purpose of my serving as a broker, or liaison if you will, to help successfully complete the transaction. For my cooperation, I will receive a handsome commission.
According to the message, success is guaranteed.
So, of course, you can understand my excitement.
close your eyes, extend your arms, and touch your fingers to your nose
Kelsi's walking pretty regularly now. She falls every 8-12 steps. Lots of bobbing and weaving to get her center of gravity...well, centered.
just imagine how well she'll do once we quit adding the NyQuilTM to her juice sippy cup.
just imagine how well she'll do once we quit adding the NyQuilTM to her juice sippy cup.
smug superiority
Only kings, editors, and people with tapeworm have the right to use the editorial 'we'. --Mark Twain
the moral to the story....
This is a C&P of something I read some time ago, sent to me today. It's one of those timeless things...
WHAT ABOUT ABSTINENCE?
I was holding a notice from my 13-year-old son's school announcing a meeting to preview the new course in sexuality. Parents could examine the curriculum and take part in an actual lesson presented exactly as it would be given to the students.
When I arrived at the school, I was surprised to discover only about a dozen parents there. As we waited for the presentation, I thumbed through page after page of instructions in the prevention of pregnancy or disease. I found abstinence mentioned only in passing. When the teacher arrived with the school nurse, she asked if there were any questions. I asked why abstinence did not play a noticeable part in the educational material.
What happened next was shocking. There was a great deal of laughter, and someone suggested that if I thought abstinence had any merit, I should go back to burying my head in the sand. The teacher and the nurse said nothing as I drowned in a sea of embarrassment. My mind had gone blank, and I could think of nothing to say. The teacher explained to me that the job of the school was to teach "facts," and the home was responsible for moral training.
I sat in silence for the next 20 minutes as the sexuality course was explained. The other parents seemed to give their unqualified support to the materials.
At the break time, the teacher announced that there were donuts in the back of the room and requested that everyone put on a name tag and mingle with each other. Everyone moved to the back of the room. As I watched them affixing their name tags and shaking hands, I sat deep in thought. I was ashamed that I had not been able to convince them to include a serious discussion of abstinence in the educational materials. I uttered a silent prayer for guidance.
My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's hand on my shoulder.
"Won't you join the others, Mr. Layton?" The nurse smiled sweetly at me. "The donuts are good."
"Thank you, no," I replied.
"Well, then, how about a name tag? I'm sure the others would like to meet you."
"Somehow I doubt that," I replied.
"Won't you please join them?" she coaxed.
Then I heard a still, small voice whisper, "Don't go." The message in my head was unmistakable: "Don't go!"
"I'll just wait here," I said.
When the class was called back to order, the teacher looked around the long table and thanked everyone for putting on name tags. She ignored me. Then she said, "Now we're going to give you the same lesson we'll be giving your children. Everyone please peel off your name tags and look at the back of the tag."
I watched in silence as the tags came off. "Now then, I drew a tiny flower on the back of one of the tags. Who has it, please?" the teacher asked.
The gentleman across from me held it up. "Here it is!"
"All right," she said. "The flower represents disease. Do you recall with whom you shook hands?" He pointed to a couple of people. "Very good," she replied. "The handshake in this case represents intimacy. So the two people you had contact with now have the disease." There was laughter and joking among the parents.
The teacher continued, "And whom did the two of you shake hands with?" The point was well taken, and she explained how this lesson would show students how quickly disease is spread. She concluded by saying, "Since we all shook hands, we all have the disease."
It was then that I heard the still, small voice again. "Speak now," it said, "but be humble." I wryly noted the latter admonition, then rose
from my chair. I apologized for any upset I might have caused earlier, congratulated the teacher on an excellent lesson that would impress the youth, and concluded by saying I had only one small point I wished to make. "Not all of us were infected with the disease," I said. "One of us .......... abstained."
wrote work
if you visit here regularly, you'll notice I'm implementing many more links. Mostly, its for me, because I want to use my journal as a better working resource location for me. If it turns out to help you by giving you new and exciting places to visit, then all the better!
5/13/2003
cotter in walmart
this true account, told to me by Kelli, of she and her boy at Walmart
Background: Kelli is shopping,pushing the grocery cart. Kelsi is sitting in the provisionary fold-out metal seat. Cotter is standing on the front of the cart, holding on to the corners of the cart for stability. As Kelli turned, Cotter's clenched hand is stricken by the corner aisle shelf.
Cotter: OUCH! YOU HURT MY NIPPLES!
Kelli: Cotter, those are your knuckles.
Cotter: Oh. What are my nipples then?
Kelli: < pointing to his chest >those are your nipples < /pointing to his chest >
Cotter: Oh. you hurt my knuckles! My nipples are fine.
Background: Kelli is shopping,pushing the grocery cart. Kelsi is sitting in the provisionary fold-out metal seat. Cotter is standing on the front of the cart, holding on to the corners of the cart for stability. As Kelli turned, Cotter's clenched hand is stricken by the corner aisle shelf.
Cotter: OUCH! YOU HURT MY NIPPLES!
Kelli: Cotter, those are your knuckles.
Cotter: Oh. What are my nipples then?
Kelli: < pointing to his chest >those are your nipples < /pointing to his chest >
Cotter: Oh. you hurt my knuckles! My nipples are fine.
last night on the tonight show
Katie Couric hosted, and did well. she was funnier than I thought she'd be.
Mike Meyers was the first guest, and he made a plea for people to visit Toronto (his native city), decrying the malicious SARS hype.
He wore and distributed tee shirts that were modeled after the I (heart) New York. But instead of a heart, it was a maple leaf, the icon of Canada.
So, it read "I leaf Toronto," which only makes sense, because I'd leaf, too, if there were reports of SARS there.
Mike Meyers was the first guest, and he made a plea for people to visit Toronto (his native city), decrying the malicious SARS hype.
He wore and distributed tee shirts that were modeled after the I (heart) New York. But instead of a heart, it was a maple leaf, the icon of Canada.
So, it read "I leaf Toronto," which only makes sense, because I'd leaf, too, if there were reports of SARS there.
revaluation coming
blogshares just reported that they got the blogrolling thing fixed, which will improve my market presence, theoretically. Since blogshares went public, my blog has been revalued every two weeks, which hopefully means I'll get a revaluation by the 17th.
peeking into the mind...
of a 14 year-old girl named Jess. She was linked to me randomly through blogsnob, and I had a referral from her. Some hilights from her blog:
- she misses Dan. a lot.
- mark likes her. she doesn't know what to do about that.
- sarah' s lizard, sam, has died. this has brought sarah to an emotional state of depression.
- her birthday is the 21st.
- missing Dan drapes heavily over her mind.
- she misses Dan. a lot.
- mark likes her. she doesn't know what to do about that.
- sarah' s lizard, sam, has died. this has brought sarah to an emotional state of depression.
- her birthday is the 21st.
- missing Dan drapes heavily over her mind.
5/12/2003
boy is my face red
Kelli pointed out to me that when she received her bloglet post, the entry on Jelly Belly Flavors was not itemized, as it was at the actual site.
So, what should have read cigarette butt and meat loaf actually appeared cigarette, butt meat and loaf.
Though this is by far the most unappealing flavor yet, it was altogether unintended.
My profound apologies to all subscribers.
So, what should have read cigarette butt and meat loaf actually appeared cigarette, butt meat and loaf.
Though this is by far the most unappealing flavor yet, it was altogether unintended.
My profound apologies to all subscribers.
let me count the ways
my wife loves me.
she showed it today by bringing me home the Mountain Dew Live Wire.
It's basically Orange Slice, juiced up with caffeine.
I also tried the Sprite tropical Remix the other day. It was about as good as every other remix you've ever experienced. Not bad, if you liked the original, but certainly not any better than the original.
she showed it today by bringing me home the Mountain Dew Live Wire.
It's basically Orange Slice, juiced up with caffeine.
I also tried the Sprite tropical Remix the other day. It was about as good as every other remix you've ever experienced. Not bad, if you liked the original, but certainly not any better than the original.
not as profound, but troubling nonetheless
there is something sticky underfoot, causing the heel of my right sock to adhere to our laundryroom linoleum (whilst my right foot be ensconsed within it). It has sufficiently distracted me that I'm off to get the WD-40 to ameliorate the predicament.
graceland 1.03 -- itinerary
I don't know how this is going to be fleshed out, but I'm going to try to cover address grace in the following ways:
1.0 -- background material (anything relevant to the development of graceland)
2.0 -- overview (definitions, position arguments, etc)
3.0 -- origins (beginnings of grace, in all experiential manifestations)
4.0 -- impartings (how grace imparted impacts me)
5.0 -- expressions (how grace expressed impacts others)
I don't expect to be chronological in the presentation, hence the X.0X format. This will allow me to keep my thoughts fairly organized, despite my propensity to hop according to the pursuits of the day.
1.0 -- background material (anything relevant to the development of graceland)
2.0 -- overview (definitions, position arguments, etc)
3.0 -- origins (beginnings of grace, in all experiential manifestations)
4.0 -- impartings (how grace imparted impacts me)
5.0 -- expressions (how grace expressed impacts others)
I don't expect to be chronological in the presentation, hence the X.0X format. This will allow me to keep my thoughts fairly organized, despite my propensity to hop according to the pursuits of the day.
graceland 1.02 -- rationale
in my announcement, I confessed to being ungraceful. and I stand by my word. day by day, seemingly situation by situation, I reveal my lack of grace in new, and creatively disappointing ways. Most of my manifestations of gracelessness are intensely private and personal, and the world would never know of them, if I weren't being self-disclosing. Occasionally, I'll blunder in such a way that my gracelessness becomes revealed to those around me. By the grace of God (ironic, certainly), those moments tend to be rare, albeit painful experiences.
No, most of my graceless moments are inwardly expressed matters of the heart, rather than outward vomitings of selfish judgments. And because of that, they grow and fester in the pungent environs of my flesh, unless I shine the light of Truth upon them (most typically by sharing the deceits of my heart with my wife).
My honest confession is that I do not want to have a critical spirit that denies God's blessings administered through life's experiences. Yet, I fear I miss so much of what God has prepared especially for me, simply because the gracelessness that I have allowed to permeate my life taints each experience and skews my perception of it.
Lately I have written extensively on political matters, and intend to continue to do so. But recently, God has used even that to convict me of my gracelessness. A friend and colleague wrote me, commenting, "Knowing how you feel about Democrats, I thought you'd want to see this..." and attached an article that opened up some liberals for well-earned derision. But what convicted me was the idea that I am communicating that I am against Democrats. I am against liberal, socialist democratic dogma. I am eager and willing to speak out against those who are more concerned about politics than Truth. And Democrats, as a party, seem to be most typically embracing of that which I oppose. But I know and love some Democrats, both friends and family members. And while I am not compelled to cease using the stylistic devices of sarcasm, innuendo, and overwhelming logic to counter the propaganda of the left, I want to do so in a manner that does not compromise the value and personhood of real people who think differently than do I.
You might be tempted to say (or think) Bryan, you're taking an innocent statement pretty deeply. And I am. Not personally, but deeply. Accordingly, I'm not hurt by the statement, but thankful for it. Because I believe this statement made me aware to the microcosmic potential to larger issues. I want to be able to be both grace-filled and grace-ful. I want to be able to say my walk always matches my talk, when it comes to grace. This is the only way that my statements of criticism and discernment will ever carry any true weight and consideration. If I am a graceless hack, then I'm no different than any other blow-hard spouting off because I've got a blog and I know how to type. But if I am known by my grace, then my words mean something.
No, most of my graceless moments are inwardly expressed matters of the heart, rather than outward vomitings of selfish judgments. And because of that, they grow and fester in the pungent environs of my flesh, unless I shine the light of Truth upon them (most typically by sharing the deceits of my heart with my wife).
My honest confession is that I do not want to have a critical spirit that denies God's blessings administered through life's experiences. Yet, I fear I miss so much of what God has prepared especially for me, simply because the gracelessness that I have allowed to permeate my life taints each experience and skews my perception of it.
Lately I have written extensively on political matters, and intend to continue to do so. But recently, God has used even that to convict me of my gracelessness. A friend and colleague wrote me, commenting, "Knowing how you feel about Democrats, I thought you'd want to see this..." and attached an article that opened up some liberals for well-earned derision. But what convicted me was the idea that I am communicating that I am against Democrats. I am against liberal, socialist democratic dogma. I am eager and willing to speak out against those who are more concerned about politics than Truth. And Democrats, as a party, seem to be most typically embracing of that which I oppose. But I know and love some Democrats, both friends and family members. And while I am not compelled to cease using the stylistic devices of sarcasm, innuendo, and overwhelming logic to counter the propaganda of the left, I want to do so in a manner that does not compromise the value and personhood of real people who think differently than do I.
You might be tempted to say (or think) Bryan, you're taking an innocent statement pretty deeply. And I am. Not personally, but deeply. Accordingly, I'm not hurt by the statement, but thankful for it. Because I believe this statement made me aware to the microcosmic potential to larger issues. I want to be able to be both grace-filled and grace-ful. I want to be able to say my walk always matches my talk, when it comes to grace. This is the only way that my statements of criticism and discernment will ever carry any true weight and consideration. If I am a graceless hack, then I'm no different than any other blow-hard spouting off because I've got a blog and I know how to type. But if I am known by my grace, then my words mean something.
graceland 1.01 -- announcement
graceland is a new series I'm beginning. It is a concerted, deliberate effort to spend more time speaking, writing, and thinking about spiritual matters. And the subject, not surprisingly, will be grace. I'm not certain what form and format will evolve through this process, but that is certainly low on my list of priorities.
I've determined that I need to be focusing on the subject of grace not because I am any sort of expert on this foundational doctrine, but because I am so amazingly ungraceful. My hope is that I will learn from what I contribute, and if you happen to be blessed by it, then I am that much more pleased.
One more caveat regarding graceland. I will rely upon others who have waxed theological on this subject of grace, and I sincerely hope you'll contribute to this discussion. In the end, whenever I recognize it as having arrived, I hope not to have the doctrine of grace wrapped up in a tidy package, but a fresh understanding and a new desire to both experience and express grace in real, relevant ways.
I've determined that I need to be focusing on the subject of grace not because I am any sort of expert on this foundational doctrine, but because I am so amazingly ungraceful. My hope is that I will learn from what I contribute, and if you happen to be blessed by it, then I am that much more pleased.
One more caveat regarding graceland. I will rely upon others who have waxed theological on this subject of grace, and I sincerely hope you'll contribute to this discussion. In the end, whenever I recognize it as having arrived, I hope not to have the doctrine of grace wrapped up in a tidy package, but a fresh understanding and a new desire to both experience and express grace in real, relevant ways.
from The Federalist
a quoted opinion worth considering...
"One of the peculiar features of our country is that we produce incompetent 18-year-olds and remarkably competent 30-year-olds. Americans at 18 typically score lower on standardized tests than 18-year-olds from other advanced countries. Watch them on their first few days working at McDonald's or behind the counter in chain drugstores, and it's obvious that they don't really know how to make change or keep the line moving. But by the time Americans are 30, they are the most competent people in the world. They produce a stronger and more vibrant private-sector economy; they produce scientific and technical advances that lead the world; they provide the world's best medical care; they create the strongest and most agile military the world has ever seen. And it's not just a few meritocrats at the top: American talent runs wide and deep. Why? Because from the age of 6 to 18, our kids live mostly in what I call Soft America -- the part of our society where there is little competition and accountability. In contrast, most Americans in the 12 years between ages 18 and 30 live mostly in Hard America -- the part of American life subject to competition and accountability; the military trains under live fire. Soft America seeks to instill self-esteem. Hard America plays for keeps." --Michael Barone
I don't know what I'm doing
I just split my blogshares stock 1:10, after splitting it 1:2 a few days ago. My stock is now worth 4 cents a share. My reasoning is that my stock will improve, once the links are all indexed correctly, thus resulting in a nice windfall for stockholders.
and there are 10,000 shares available for public consumption.
and there are 10,000 shares available for public consumption.
cutting a new deck
From Curmudgeonly & Skeptical (who I don't blogroll only because his content is occasionally a bit brash), he offers views of News Max's Deck of Weasels, a complementary view of the Anti-American, Anti-Liberty, Anti-Freedom, Anti-Intelligence, Anti-logical talking head celebrity, pseudo journalists, and wolf-in-dove's clothes global politicos.
Helen Thomas reminds me of Danny Devitos Penguin, from Tim Burton's Batman Returns.
Michael Moore is giving off a creeeeeepy "Mouseketeer-who-never-grew-up" vibe.
Natalie Maines looks "Patty Hearst SLA Proud" in her portrait.
And I've got one word for Teddy Kennedy: Scanners.
Helen Thomas reminds me of Danny Devitos Penguin, from Tim Burton's Batman Returns.
Michael Moore is giving off a creeeeeepy "Mouseketeer-who-never-grew-up" vibe.
Natalie Maines looks "Patty Hearst SLA Proud" in her portrait.
And I've got one word for Teddy Kennedy: Scanners.
dude
I got a Dell. We just ordered it yesterday. It should be here by the end of the week.
generally speaking, we're quite excited about these developments.
generally speaking, we're quite excited about these developments.
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