Go on. Have a sip.
Better than a bourbon and sassier than sassafrass, she's joined the masses- It's time for a refreshing spoonful of Temporary Wisdom. I need it on your link list ASAP, so I can get my dose everyday.

Two lovely thumbs up
I liked Love Actually.
After all it had,
-Kiera. Ah Kiera. So beautiful. So British.
-Hugh grant dancing.
-Romance
-love
-heartbreak
-ridiculously cute children
-a brilliant cast
-laughs
-cute women in addition to the aforementioned Knightley.
-very funny, charming blokes.
-I think she starred in Pirates of the.... and Bend it like...someone

What? I'm not biased.

I want to leave knowing you are better off than when I came
said my mom.
Well, I certainly have more than when you came, so by America's standards I must be better off.
I replied.

Come home, roomie
I'm afraid that my parents have scared poor little Reuben away.

Mental image for U
It looks like a monster came to my house and vomited all my material possesions.

Last of the Mohicans got me thinking that I want to love passionately and die honorably.
Instead I am going to blog obsessively and cry the tears that don't fall.

The sound of taking the stairs as fast as you can is one of the best sounds in the world. You get that rhythm going thump, thumpthumpthumpthump......thump, thumpthumpthumpthump......thumpding, thumpthumpthumpthump... with gaps when you jump the last two steps and the occasional ring of a whacked banister. It feels so good to just attack the descent. You really start to feel it in your quads and shins and your little wingtips are smacking the steps as fast as they can go. And even if it hurts a little bit, you don't care because not only are you getting somewhere fast, but you're doing it with child-like zeal.

Old man sitting on the front porch

In my day we didn't have weblogs. We used journals and we only wrote in them when we had something to say. None of this willy-nilly sissy stuff about feelings and the like. Why, I bet Thomas Jefferson is rolling over in his grave with you kids and your pursuit of happiness. When I was young if we wanted happiness, we WORKED FOR IT. It didn't come on a stinkin' silver platter. You kids today are so spoiled with your DSL and your fancy smancy Interent. If Al Gore was dead, he'd be rolling over in his grave knowing what you've done to the web. Your high speed access doesn't impress me a lick. Why you just waste more time in more places without tying up the phone lines. When I was a kid we could tie up the phone lines for 15 minutes and that was that. We weren't carrying on with our abbreviated "Instant Message conversations" or our "electronic mail". We got mail the old fashioned way- never at all, unless Grandma sent us a card by the U.S. Postal Service. And we got our phone calls at one number because that's all anybody had. And people memorized those numbers. So, DO NOT think for a moment that I am about to abandon the "wire" phone, as NPR has taken to calling the good old fashioned phone service. I don't care what number you can put with your cell phone; I don't want one of those dadgummed things flubbin' up my life. If you can't get in touch with me, maybe you should just wait . I'm bound to come home sometime. That's what we used to do and we got along just fine. Better than fine, because we didn't have all those silly people chattering to themselves on our streets, or if we did we knew they belonged at the asylum. (grumble, grumble, grumble.)

Pee Wee's Wonderful Italian Wedding of Doom
Context, Schmontext, I always say.

Post script in blogger becomes a pre script
I like my 'rents. I'm excited to see them. I'm just nervous. He's nervous and he's got New York City. I've just got the D of C. Which is slighty more exotic than the KC, but not much under my direction. I would like to get to the Escalator and moving sidewalk exhibit. I hear it rises above expectations and whisks you to new heights. I did hear that some of the sections were downers, however, I'm sure it is all quite moving.

The 'rents are coming. The 'rents are coming.
Take cover.

What should we do?
If you deal in people, you've probably had some variation of the "What should we do?" conversation. I find that one of three things usually happen at the end of this conversation.
1. One person is really happy with the answer.
2. Everyone is at least sort of agreeable to the answer.
3. No one is happy with the answer.

Last night, after a long and not too wordy debate, the answer to the above question was, "Watch something."
But what? After going through the video/dvd collection the parties involved were able to narrow the field down to 4 finalists. In no particular order we agreed that we would be willing to watch one of these:
-Coming to America
-Notting Hill
-Pulp Fiction
-Buffy, some episode(s) of the first 4 seasons

We found the variety to be quite amusing.

It's a wacked out exercise in dotopian demographics

This forward has been making the rounds recently. It's a little twist on the old "tell me about you" email; it's a tell me about me email. I'm throwing in a Twist on top of the twist because that's what I do. I'm not sure it makes any sense, but the twist is that I'm going to tell you, Do Topia reader, about yourself-- but I'm skipping some of the questions, you'll have to fill those in yourself.

1. name:
2. Where did we meet? College, unless you are my aunt or Kristin's mom and then I'm not sure where we met.
3. Take a stab at my middle name: Ann- that should cover a couple.
4. How long have you known me? 6 years or less; or 25 years if you are my aunt.
5. When is the last time we saw each other? Yesterday or about 1.5 years ago- that covers most of you.
6. Do I smoke? No.
7. Do I believe in God? Mostly
8. When you first saw me what was your impression? That's the best looking/hottest/funkiest/coolest/wackiest person I've ever seen. I want to be his/her friend.
9. Month of my Birthday? November 8th if you're The Royer. Is that right? Shouldn't someone call him?
10. Color hair? mostly brown
11. Color eyes? blue
12. Do I have any siblings? yes, unless you are Kristin or the birthday boy.
13. Have you ever had a crush on me? um YEA!
14. Have you ever been jealous of me? just a little.
15. What's one of my favorite things to do outdoors? Throw the disc with Dave.
16. What's one of my fav. things to do indoors? cuddle up with Dave.
17. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to
you? "Hi"
18. What's my favorite type of music? loud

There were more questions, but I'm bored with this exercise. I'm quitting now. You're welcome.

It's gloomy out
and in.

Televised? I can't even find the revolution.
I was to see the Matrix Revolution tonight. I was looking for resolution to the revolution. I didn't make it. I went to the wrong theater, and then when I realized it was the wrong theater I went toward the right one, but couldn't find it. I spent somewhere in the neighborhood of $15 on a movie I still haven't seen. What with Metro rides, phone calls, tickets, and food I might as well have downloaded it off the Internet and then paid a lawyer for defense against those anti file-sharing people. Now that would've been revolutionary.

A poem of futility
Video games and Internets have replaced the idiot box.
I'm stuck in a sinkhole of shirking responsibility.
The banjo and a new book could be my freedom,
but I digress, for I really need to sew on some buttons.

Is this my alter ego?
Dystopian blogspot .

No.

Not love, actually,
but the day was filled with other emotions. In fact, you might say it was quite an emotional day. This was caused by, my "business proofreading class". In it I found out that I am not using commas correctly. I'm not using them incorrectly regularly, but I should be using them more often (or always) to separate independent clauses with a conjunction. Also I should be using them in lists to eliminate confusion. For instance I should say, "This is a fine list containing peaches, your mom, eight robots, and a slice of rhubarb pie." This way you know that ruhbarb pie and eight robots are distinct. I didn't know I felt strongly about commas, but I was feeling quite defensive.

Further emotions sprung forth at my unveiling. You can call Coach, Super Dave, Safari Dave, Who is Dave?, or any other name you see fit as I take to guiding the Catholic University Ultimate players. They were fired up and already playing better, so I am looking forward to this challenge.

Is hungy an emotion? 'Cause I'm that too. Also, I'm now ticked because I've edited this post 3 times. Let it go.

However, I fear that this is not the height of lameness
For the past two nights, those being the traditional party nights of Friday and Saturday, I have barely been able to function past 11 p.m. In fact at around 9:30 on each of those nights I have begun to look around for the clock thinking, "my God, it must be like 1 a.m." It isn't.

You've already heard some mention of the Halloween goings-on and figured that surely things would get settled down as the weekend progressed. And settle down they did. Last night I went to what can only be called "Spectacle of the Baby". Proud Aunt Monika had us over to meet Shan, pronounced like Shaun (poor kid). We watched him for something like 2 hours. And I do mean watched. There was lots of baby talk and bouncing up and down. It was not as much fun as it sounds. Although, I took my turn holding him and admit that it might have been the highlight of my weekend, but please don't tell the other twenty-somethings. They expect a lot more drunkenness and wild outings that last past 11. Frankly, so do I. I'm just too tired to partake.

This is the coolest
No wonder Columbia was a hot spot for the Pop/Soda/Coke debate
Thanks to J-Dub

Happy Holloween
Halloween was particularly unsettling, here are some possible reasons why:
-Rob was a very ugly Ringwraith.
-Kim was a disturbing Reuben.
-My sweet tooth never really kicked in.
-I couldn't escape the feeling of my impending doom as November approached.
-various other events that my team of lawyers has asked that I not discuss.