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Skateboarding is not a crime. Some of the things skateboarders routinely do are, though. I’m sorry. That’s just the way it is. I love you guys. Go tear it up.

To live is Christ and I’ve been given abundant life, so I’m going to go live.

So what do you think about break-up police? Should there be an elite force of well-trained operatives, making sure that couples who are no longer an item act like it? Do we really need uniformed or undercover officers to censor conversations with the ex? If not, who will make sure that former couples don’t call each other all the time and say nice things about each other? Throw down your thoughts, concerns, and apathies in the tag board.

It’s not really raining today. It’s just wet.
There are distinct, although tiny, raindrops, however they don’t seem to fall, but rather to just hang in the air waiting for you to walk into them. One might see it as dreary, London-esque. I think it’s just refreshing.
On another note, seems like I’ve finally started work on building my next computer. Step by step I kinda fell into it. After putting the project on permanent hold, I was wandering through Best Buy the other day and bought an 80-gig hard drive. Now, finding myself with a bunch of storage, I decided it’s time for a new op-sys, so I’m installing Win-XP and Linux soon. I already boosted the RAM around Christmas, so now I just need a new power supply, CPU and motherboard and I’ll be on my way.

I went to the China Garden yesterday and found these words of fortune in a sweet confection:
“Ignorance never settles a question.”
Ponder.

Okay, and here’s a blog stolen from some vegan website. I was amused.
“My skin is crawling. The largest purpose-built livestock ship in the world is loading up. This boat can carry 25,000 cows. There’s a picture. Why are they putting 25,000 live cows on a boat? So they can take them from Australia to Egypt, where they will be ritually slaughtered. If we continue to make big boats like this it can only lead to an accident where tens of thousands of cows end up forming a society on a deserted island, building radios and grenade launchers out of coconuts, refining their kung-fu (I have no idea what that link’s about), and then wham, it’s all over for humanity. Just something to keep in mind if you’re thinking about ordering up a burger anytime soon.”

Today you get a story.
When I was in eighth or ninth grade, I was on a weekend camporee with my Boy Scout troop at Camp Bonner. There were essentially two groups in our troop, the one I was in, and the guys that were a couple years older and had been in the troop a while longer. Generally the older guys enjoyed making life difficult for the younger scouts. Back to my story.
On this particular night the younger scouts had been asked to prepare a skit for the campfire meeting that night. I remembered a skit I had done before, involving a burger with a hair in it and a messy restaurant scene. I went over it with the other guys, and they approved, so we set off to get the necessary props. Since we had had hamburgers for supper, there were plenty of buns around, but we had finished off all the meat. “Well here,” said I, “is a greasy paper towel, which when properly folded will look sufficiently like a hamburger in the dark.” So half an hour before the meeting, I’m standing around, holding a greasy paper towel in a hamburger bun. Just minding my business and rocking slowly back and forth by the fire, Patrick, one of the older scouts, takes notice of me.
“What’s that?” he snaps.
“Well, it’s…ah…it’s a hamburger,” I stutter as he has caught me off guard.
“No it’s not, that’s a turkey sandwich, give it to me.” Not waiting for my compliance or my argument, Patrick grabbed the bun I held and took a good sized bite out of it. He took a pretty big chunk out of that paper towel before he realized that it was not turkey at all.
I was amused.

Remind me not to eat Fruity Pebbles before practice again.

And perhaps you’ve noticed that my Costa Rica pictures are suddenly non-existant. Well, that’s because my server space is too. If anybody wants to get me a birthday present, I could use my own domain and host. Pretty please?

Hey. So for anybody who’s interested in my life, I’m in the new apartment. That’s cool. And I don’t have internet access there yet, and that’s okay. But it means I don’t blog a lot. I did blog once last week, but the webmonster ate it. I think that’s all for now.

I think I’m starting to like moving.
Wait, no.
But I’m getting better at it. As of this Sept 27, I no longer live here. I will be moving on to Trinity Park this week. Just to have something to occupy my time, I guess. If you want to send me a little house warming gift… pies, fruits, casseroles, well, any food or any world currency would be greatly appreciated. 5305K Thicket Hill Lane.