I would totally carry this around the neighborhood:

Got a problem with that?
From AR15.com.
Yesterday on Long Island, the Fight of the Century, the Showdown of all Showdowns: Man with fake gun vs. 90 pound convenience store worker with axe:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhZRf4GIw0w
Go, Hafize Sahin, go!
Funniest thing to tell your wife while discussing where in Barneys you got your jeans: “Co-op denim? What am I, a hobo?”
We went up to Woodstock this weekend for the Onteora Class of ‘87 reunion. In retrospect, that basically means that I went to someone else’s high school reunion, but I would have been in the class if I hadn’t moved away.
It’s not like anything has changed in Woodstock. I was really glad to see that the Playhouse had been rebuilt, making it more like things were still the same.
We got to have lunch with Veronica and her family. She’s still the meanest girl in school and knows that’s a compliment.
Elementary School and Junior High Friends. The guy in the middle had the most hair in school. I like his look now:

Junior High Crushes!

I had a chance to apologize to Erica about that time I gave someone the finger in second grade and scandalized her. I didn’t know what it meant. I’ve been carrying that one around for too long. Tim was right, it was Eric who put me up to it.
I also had a chance to apologize for calling Stephanie “Big, Mean, and Ugly” in her 6th grade autograph book. It was clearly a joke. Everyone knows she’s just tall, mean and totally hot. I mean come on, really.
It was great to see that everyone who made it was doing so well and I hope everyone who didn’t is also doing well.
Sysadmins with CS degrees came up in conversation today, so I want to state my rule of thumb. Assuming that a CS degree makes someone a good potential sysadmin is like assuming that all Bio majors are good in bed.
This story, about an artist group building an apartment in a mall in Providence, sounds unique and bizarre until the guy from Providence that I show the story to goes “These people are everywhere, in every major building.” He shrugs, “It’s Providence.” And when he says that, it makes total sense.
This obviously wasn’t originally about taffy, I’m guessing it was the American short story or horror novel or something, but there is something just compelling about thinking about Nick roaming New England eating all that taffy. How did Nick died? Drank himself to death? No, it was the taffy. That’s it, I’m swearing off refined sugar until I can get that image out of my head.
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