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I think the reason they were like that was I had just moved and was in a vulnerable position, what with the new environment and all. Apparently it affected my judgment or something. So from now on I will *think* before posting. I promise. |
And don't worry about the stupidity thing, we do it ALL the time. |
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************ Thanks, Ruth. I had just asked JoAnne about this a day or so ago. Funny that you're still on the account, since I've been in recent and fairly frequent contact with the sales rep. I'll make sure they take your name off. Debbie _______________________________________________ Deborah RXXXXXXXXX Head, Electronic Resources NXXXXXXXX Library [address] *********** My address was all by itself in the "to" line, and my name isn't Ruth. Someone told me this school could be problematic, but this is hilariously passive-aggressive. I had to share. |
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really, i'm just trying to keep myself from feeling really dumb. |
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Jeez, people! It's called reading between the lines. Inferring the details. Hmph! |
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maybe. or maybe she is just a ditz? |
My lineage includes quite a few famous people like Robert E. Lee, John F. Kennedy, and Robert Duvall. I have also discovered, unfortunately, through one of my 8th Great-Grandfathers I am distantly, thank God, related to Barack Hussein Obama through his mother's line. It is with deep regret that someone within my family line is in any way responsible for bringing him into existence. On behalf of the sane members of my family tree I apologize for this travesty being brought upon this world. |
this information? gypsywoman.com/ ancestry perhaps? if it's true: no, I don't forgive for the obama thing. i have to put my foot down. you were vague about it; what you said could range anywhere from a direct blood line to either of obama's parents (in which case your dna is infected) or you're related to the nurse who assisted at the birth (in which case the sin, even unwitting, can never be erased). either way--you're dead to me, watcher. dead. |
Like I said before, I'm so ashamed.:-( |
Fuck you. And fuck you. |
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about a woman who was being held or something like that. three cops showed up and banged on my door. I let them in . I let one of them search my apartment. I told them a woman could take me down they left. I hope they found whoever this call was about. |
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as far as i can remember of what the cops told me, a woman had called 911 (or something like that) and said she was being held captive. but left no address. my phone number had shown up on the caller i.d., so they came to my apartment. one of the cops said that the wrong number showing up in the i.d. happens sometimes. i let one of them look through the apartment. i was, as always, alone. i really need to be careful about writing stuff like the "you're dead to me" thing up there. had that been on twitter or facebook, i shudder to think. thank heavens for this little digital backwater. don't think i've turned to the right, watcher. i'm not smart and sane like you are. |
library. i saw a book that looked interesting and sat down at on of the tables. before i opened the book, i checked my ipad to see if was getting wi- fi there. i was. checked sorabji and that's when i wrote the thing to watcher. the book is called "this is a book" by demetri martin. people who are hipper than i probably know who this guy is, but i just thought the book look interesting. it's just a collection of short, funny essays, stories, cartoons, and other stuff. when i started reading the first piece, i started laughing. they way the makes your body sort of bounce and quake when you're trying not to laugh out loud and is very conspicuous in a library. so i checked the book out. which meant i finally had to pay the $24 fine for the i lost, which i had been avoiding. (it was a collection of samuel r. delany short stories). i carry my new book around with me and read a story every so often just as a pick-me-up. |
Come to the dark side. We have cookies. |
mostly because of all the marijuana. and brownies. |
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Big deal. I'm related to MacBeth. I must apologize to the whole planet for being related to someone whose story inspired a supposedly cursed play. |
Apology accepted. |
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Impossible. You are to regal. |
julius, new times). she can't actually SAY she's regal, but.... |
things that are the gift of the Almighty -- poetry, dancing, and principles. That is why in the old times an ignorant man coming down from the hillside would be better behaved and have better learning than a man with education you'd meet now, for they got it fro God.'" --Yeats |
my father. this one was called "bill cosby at 83." (bill cosby is 77.) it was a standard right-wing rant by a guy named robert hall from his blog "old jarhead" that had been copied and then attributed to bill cosby. it had been floating around since about 2010, but my father always sends them to me as if they're breaking news. as i often do, i send him back a few links to show him it was a fake. but this time i asked him a question. almost all of these forwards come from the same source, a man i will just call n.t., so i asked him how he knew the guy. my answer was: "He's an old college friend--Dad." to make a long story short, i dug up a little info on the guy. he was from the same town in rhode island, born the same year and went to the same college. he went on to run the insurance company had founded in 1910. i asked my mother about the guy, but she had never heard of him. thing is, my father grew up in district three - the immigrant ward. they were three generations - his grandmother, parents and him - living on the second floor of a townhome that had been built in 1850, in a neighborhood that was predominately italian. (my father speaks fluent italian. years later, when he met my mother, he told her it was because he'd "studied in italy.) n.t. was of english descent and lived in the "quality" part of town where his father had founded an insurance company in 1910. it still exists today, and n.t. is the president. unlike my dad's family, the micks who worked at the granite pits. but father went on to do pretty well for himself, and started to disown his past. when i was a kid, my grandparents were still alive and living at the same place, and i spent a lot of time there. my grandmother was a drab, nervous woman; but my grandfather was fun, till he died in 1976. my parents divorced in '79 and i went to texas with my mother. my father remarried in a couple of years. my grandmother died in '87, but had moved out of the old family home years before. my father told the rest of the family not tell his wife, who was from a rich family in newport, where he grew up. i don't know where i'm going with this, and i'm aware it's not of interest to anyone. but it's been on my mind. father's son, and only child, by his his second wife had contacted my sister a while ago to ask her, basically, "why dad doesn't love me." my sister and i learned years ago that you can't get blood from a stone, but this kid seems to have done everything to impress my father - makes good money, works for the manhattan institute, became ultra-scary catholic - and my father's reaction is at best a tepid "good for you." kind of takes the sting out of my being a total failure. |
And you're way too interesting to be a failure. |
i got this email today, from my sister. it's from our half-brother dan: I depart at 7 PM. Also, I owe you a phone call! Last weekend went well. ME liked Mom and Dad. During dinner, Dad regaled her with the story of meeting and getting his picture taken with General Westmoreland. I suppose he's saving the Michael Douglas/Catherine Zeta-Jones encounter for next time. Dan i await news from my sister as to who ME is. |
myself through downtown fort worth. was down at the bus station and a guy yelled at me. actually, i wasn't sure it was me at first - he was pretty far away - but when he got up close he stopped in front of me. he's somewhere in his 20s, black, short and thin. he's smoking something that looks hand rolled. he says to me: "man, you a supreme playah." i sniff the air to see what he's smoking. it's tobacco. i say: "you think so?" "oh yeah," he says after taking another puff. "you a supreeeeme playah." he walks off. i head up 9th street. about 4 blocks up, i meet up with a couple headed the opposite direction. we're at at an intersection. when i cross, i do a wheelie onto the street. the guy says: "i saw you doin' a wheelie! gettin' all jackie chan!" i shrug; people say stuff like that every so often. when we pass each other, he says: "hey, how long were you in for?" i turn around. the guy is in his early 20s, white, lean in an athletic way. the woman with him is latina almost a head taller than him. i said,"'scuse me?" "how long you in for?" he said. "you know, your shoes." for the past few months i've been wearing these canvas shoes with really heavy soles that i had found on the sidewalk in downtown fort worth. when i asked him what he meant about the shoes, he said: "those are what they give you in prison, those exact shoes." |
So, ecooose me for saying this. I don't wants to deeply offend thee. No, I am not high on any drug, I happened to have a close call with someone possible wanting to hire me for a new job today, but, I declined and told him to pass it along to the next person who wanted the job, because Romeoville a little far where I am living at. |
first: when i found the shoes they were in like- new condition and had been sitting for hours under full sun on a 100 degree day. i felt sure any fungus or foot-born pathogens had be taken care of. i've been wearing them for a couple of months, and my feets are fine. second, so far any ex-cons i run into tend to say things like "hey brother" or something like that. i don't think there would suddenly be a gun battle. my biggest problem might be the other people who recognize the shoes: the cops and security guards who might take me for an ex-con. i have noticed that the security guard at the library frowns at me every time she looks my way. i just thought, and she gives me this impression, that she's the type who looks like that all the time. |
I am having some trouble with my spanking brand new laptop. because its feature are different from my old laptop. Lenovo sucks, I liked my old HP laptop, the problem is: my old laptop battery just went out and won't work anymore. I was thinking about buying the third laptop, and it is so tempting.But I am looking to buy a new anti-virus software, cause my subscription (yearly) just expired. So... Lately my personality's have been different. I am just starting to feel like a normal person, haven't had few migraine headaches and my alternative lifestyle doesn't suite me anymore. I got to get up real early tomorrow for blood test.... |