October 08, 2007

Return of Happy Hour

Man: Say Phil, what do you say to Happy Hour after work?
Phil: I'd say looks like Cheryl's gonna have another black eye to explain to the neighbors.
[both laugh]
Phil: Come on, I'm buyin'.

—Family Guy, "Let's Go to the Hop" (6/6/00)

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When I got back from my Disney excursion, naturally one of the first things I did was check on the backlog of email. Among the literally hundreds of emails I got (most of them spam) was a bunch discussing an upcoming event. By the time I got to read them, the discussion had completely wound down, and Snay had apparently managed not to kill himself in West Virginia. In reviewing Danielle's blog last night, apparently just being on the email list makes me somehow part of the ruling class, according to one person.

So anyway, I now share the details with you (cribbed from Danielle):

What: The October/November AKA Octovember Blogger Happy Hour.

With: Your hosts! Danielle and Charissa.

Who: Baltimore Bloggers. Any Bloggers. Blog Readers. People Known By Acronyms on Other People's Blogs. Me and You and Everyone We Know.

Where: Holy Frijoles, 908 W. 36th St., Hampden

When: Friday, November 2nd, 6pm.

Why: Beers. Bloggers. More beers. More Bloggers. Margaritas. What’s not to love?

It's a welcoming bunch, honest to god. Even the ruling class.

August 23, 2007

The One Where I Get Dooced

Sam Malone: So, how did your meeting go?
Rebecca Howe: It was very nice. I met the new boss, Mr. Teal. We exchanged pleasantries. You're no longer the co-manager and have been demoted to just bartender.

--Cheers, "Executive Sweet" (11/10/88)

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Late yesterday I got an email from my boss. It read:

[Bigshot at North Avenue HQ] reads your blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I'm sure somebody's out there reading it. I don't get those 40 hits a day for nothing; it can't all be 10th District campaign staff.

Actually, my boss called me before I saw the email. He asked me, "Did you know that [Bigshot] reads your blog?" I told him I didn't know that as a fact, but OK. It doesn't bother me; I don't (usually) name names and I'm neither libelous nor slanderous. Then, of course, he asks me, "What's a blog?" Heh.

Then, "What do you write about?" I told him pretty much whatever I feel like writing about at that time. He found that oddly funny.

So last night, out of my usual "who reads this tripe?" curiosity, I look through my stats. It turns out that someone's been repeatedly Googling this person's name and then reading the site. What bugs me about doing it that way is, they're coming in by reading only all the posts that are tagged with "Bitching About Work", which could lead someone to believe that that's all I ever write about. I hope someone clicks the "Main" link soon, so they'll see that my job isn't my whole life; I have plenty of things to complain about. Snerk.

August 11, 2007

Making Digital Tracks

Goober Pyle: You know that's not as stupid as it looks, readin' a day-old paper. I do it myself sometimes - kinda gives you a sense of power, don't it? I mean knowing how everything's gonna come out.

The Andy Griffith Show, "Goober Goes to an Auto Show" (2/5/68)

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As the race heats up in Baltimore's 10th District, I've noticed my hit count going up as well. Through a few tools I'm able to tell how people got here. I've noticed that several people are entering the candidates' names followed by "Baltimore" or "10th District" or some variant thereof, into various search engines.  Why anyone wants to know what I think of a particular candidate is beyond me, but all right.

The cool thing about the Internet is that if you put something out there, chances are someone's going to find it. Some things come up quickly and easily in a Google (or whatever) search, but other things do not. This is often referred to as the Hidden Web, or the Invisible Web. Stuff on these sites is usually archived material, or material that you need to log in to access, or non-HTML pages, or something else. It takes some deep searching to find this stuff, but it's there. And this, to me, is the more interesting material.

At any rate, I was looking at a list of search terms that led to this page and began to realize, Hey. I don't have to be the one GENERATING the material all the time. I can just be a conduit for other people's stuff. So what I did was backtrack through other people's searches on the 10th District candidates to see what else they might have found.

Let's start with the incumbent, Ed Reisinger. The first thing you get when you look him up in Google is the link to his page on the City Council website. Nice photo, that. I'd say that it looks like his high school graduation picture, but according to a questionnaire he submitted to the Baltimore Sun, probably not so much. There's also an Ed Reisinger website that's out of date, short on information (a lot of "coming soon") and rather poorly designed (e.g. photos forced into shapes they weren't meant to have).

One of the most disturbing things I found, however, was an article in the City Paper from October of 2004, shortly after the last primary but before the general election. It doesn't bug me that Reisinger reportedly had a blood alcohol level of .068—he was in a bar, after all—it was his repeated denial of having more than one beer. Ed's about my size, maybe a little bigger. One beer just ain't gonna get that job done. But the article goes on to quote him as saying he "doesn't have a lot of faith in Baltimore City juries". And in my eyes, that's a metric boatload of "Wow." There's also a couple of pieces here and there about his attempts to get the property tax rate lowered, and a recent piece in the Sun about a bridge on Fort Avenue that quotes Reisinger. My impression from this piece is that the Sun isn't too thrilled with him, given the way the quote was placed near the end of the piece and reported thus:

"Am I worried about it? Yeah, yeah," says City Councilman Edward L. Reisinger. "You got school buses going over there to get to Fort McHenry and to school, you got employees of Tide Point coming and going. I mean, that bridge is used, a lot."

It wouldn't have killed anyone to cut the extra "yeah" and either paraphrase or quote him with a couple more verbs. But I admit I'm a bit of a grammar snob, so maybe that's just me. Incidentally, the online edition doesn't have the extra emphasis on the word "lot", however it was there in the print edition, which is why I put it back in there.

I'll take the challengers alphabetically.

Donnie Fair also has kind of an odd photo on his website. Donnie wears glasses and looks good in them; I don't know why he took 'em off. I'm also not sure I get the picture of the Key Bridge on the webpage. Did the bridge move into the 10th? Why not use the Hanover Street Bridge? I think Hanover Street has a great-looking bridge. The rest of the website looks pretty nice and clean, although again it's light on information (again, a lot of "I'll have more to say about that soon" stuff). Donnie appears to be playing the "outsider" card, which works exactly once when it works at all.

Apparently, Donnie did NOT reply to the Baltimore Sun's questionnaire, so I can't link to it. There are, however, some links to an article in the Examiner that appeared a couple of weeks ago. The article was about the 10th District being one of the "races to watch", but the article itself doesn't mention him. Instead, the comments following the article (they're listed in reverse chronological order) are all anonymous (with two exceptions) and written by supporters of both Donnie Fair and Terry Hickey. Reisinger's supporters are nowhere to be found in this one. The article itself kind of rides the fence but doesn't commit to anybody. A fun little mudslinging contest, that.

Donnie did make it into this Examiner article, along with the other challengers.

Donnie Fair made it into the City Paper a couple of years back, as well. I'd be curious to know if the plan ever made it to fruition, with or without him.

Here are a couple of interesting things that Donnie posted to the Web

He contributes to a forum called bonnevilleamerica.com, which is for enthusiasts of a specific kind of motorcycle . Among the comments he posts (you have to search deep to find these) are:

  I sometimes find myself riding in Washington, DC, the land of flaming retarded drivers.

And, in another post, responding to a question about "loud pipes" on his bike:

Q: What clued you in to them being too loud, the car alarms going off?


A: I'm 1/2 of a baffle away from straigh [sic] pipes (no reducer either). Living in the 'hood such as I do and taking the occasional ride through the ghetto, my personal best is 3 alarms in one afternoon. Sweet!

Nice, that. He mentions the "ghetto" in another post, too.

This is an interesting comment he made a couple of years back. Scroll to the last item. As near as I can figure, Donnie's letter was lifted from the Baltimore Sun and reproduced at this website, but I can't be sure.

One more thing about Donnie Fair before I move on: I have it from an Informed Source (thanks, Edna Source) that the current crop of candidates are doing a bunch of their campaigning based on lists of people who voted in the last primary. Donnie Fair's name appears to be absent from that list. Oops.

Next up is Terry Hickey. Hickey's got the best website of the three, but one thing that it does (actually I think Donnie Fair's site does this too) is, when you click on the "Contact Us" link, it automatically launches your default email handler. Now, I have a few email addresses, as many people do (and should). I have my "A" list address, but I also have a couple of "spam collector" addresses in Hotmail and Yahoo. This is the address I'm going to use in most cases when it's not a relative or close friend. With these sites, I don't get a choice. This also means that, when I'm on my work laptop, say, I'd be giving out my work email. That's not going to piss off the guys in IT very much. So my alternative is to say "Screw it, I'm not writing to you at all."

(Of course, I can parse out the email address from the automatically-opened window, but that's not the point. The point is that the website is being presumptuous.)

Anyway.

Hickey's responses to the Sun questionnaire are quite detailed, far more so than Reisinger's (which is presented as a series of bullet points). They may, in fact, be too detailed. I don't know how many people have that kind of attention span, but you can't say he doesn't have his act together.

There are a lot of links on Google to various organizations that Hickey either started or is involved in, and of course there are the Examiner articles I noted above. There's also a City Paper review of a play called The Mineola Twins which gives a Terry Hickey a pretty good review, but I have no idea whether it's the same Terry Hickey. Another review has photos in it, and the bottom photo does kind of look like him, so who knows. As a Long Islander, I have to appreciate any play that's about a town on Long Island. (Plus, Hickey's a Native New Yorker, but he's from upstate so it doesn't count.)

I chased down a whole bunch of posts on a home theater forum that I thought was him, but I was mistaken. That was irritating, but I can't hold it against him. But the bottom line is that I couldn't find anything from Hickey that gave me pause, despite there being a LOT of stuff out there.

The last Democrat on the ballot is Hunter Pruette. He doesn't appear to have a website, or really much of an online presence at all. There's a blog that endorses him, and he's mentioned in the Examiner article. Oh, and he did submit a response to the Sun's questionnaire. But that's about it. Other than that, Pruette's the Invisible Man.

Finally, we have the Republican candidate. His name is Duane Shelton, and according to the City Paper, he's the chair of the city's Republican Committee. This is the same Duane Shelton who ran for Mayor a few years back, and garnered about 400 votes. And that's about it, (no questionnaire for the Sun) so he's pretty invisible too.

So there you have it, the online footprints of the candidates revealed. If you have something else you found, feel free to share it with me. This was a fun exercise AND led to probably my longest post ever.

August 07, 2007

Political Animals

Deputy Pell: You got no right to be here. This is a political meeting.
Ward: Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.
Deputy Pell: It's a damn political meeting, Hoover Boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting, but smells more like Klan to me... with or without the Halloween costumes.

Mississippi Burning (1988)

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Saturday night there was an event in Morrell Park that was billed as an "Olde Tyme Political Rally". The website of the Morrell Park/St. Paul's Improvement Association publicized it thus (and I reproduce it here, unedited):

"Come out to a Free old Tyme Politicial Rally and meet those that are running in the September Election. Find out their views, Who will support our projects Like The Rec Center, Indoor Pool, Pavillion,Bringing our School back to top status. This will be an important night for alll of Morrell Park. Know who supports us before you VOTE !!!!!"

Given the spelling and grammar above, I'm not so sure that "Olde Tyme" (which doesn't appear above but does, in other places) was spelled that way on purpose. Anyway. Since I still own property in the 10th, I'm naturally interested in what's going on down there, so I sent an email requesting two passes (it was a free but ticketed event), one for me and one for GF.

I didn't get a reply to my email, but admittedly I sent it kind of late. So, since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I figured I'd swing by. Either they'd let me in or they wouldn't. I wasn't going to take it personally either way. The guy at the door (Hi, S) took pity on me and gave me a ticket, noting that it's good to have friends in high places. Later on, the guy organizing the event apologized for not responding to my email.

As I got there, there was a group of people representing Terry Hickey, in addition to the candidate himself. They were stuck in the doorway; I was told later that Hickey was given a set of rules that he had to agree to before being granted entry (no flyers beyond a certain point, etc.). This was supposedly done for all of the political candidates who weren't endorsed by the association. Well...it's their party, they can make the rules, I guess.

After I got in, they were about ready to start, so I took a seat at a back table, alone. Hickey's table was next to me. In front of me was a table full of Ed Reisinger's supporters. Beyond that was a table with Reisinger's father and what looked like several of his fellow American Legionnaires. Reisinger himself perched at a point roughly between the two tables. Behind me, at the kitchen pass-through, some people stood, including a woman who was quite drunk. As people got up to speak, she'd mutter something at them that, if I could have deciphered it, would likely have been rather rude. I know at least one time the door guard walked over to her and had a word with her companion.

The purpose of the event was for the association to announce their endorsements for several Baltimore City election candidates, all of whom got up to address the crowd. Again, since the point was to give these folks a little bit of a forum and get their supporters pumped, it was no-harm, no-foul that Hickey, Sarbanes and (later) Jill Carter weren't given an opportunity to speak to the room. (I don't know if any other unendorsed candidates were there; I know I didn't see Donnie Fair.) This didn't stop them from doing some circulating when the formalities broke up and the food was served, and nobody gave them a hard time about it.

While the food was served (or, more accurately, when the buffet opened), the drunk woman got some food and plunked down next to me. Apparently she was peeved that this event was keeping her from doing something or other. "This is MY legion hall, not theirs," she said a couple of times. Then she complained about the small child who was at Reisinger's table. "Leave 'em at home, this is no place for little kids." If only she'd done the stereotypical thing and gone face-down in her food, my evening would have been complete. Of course, I wasn't really helping matters by replying, "Damn right" and such every time she spouted.

The door guard urged me to eat but I, not knowing they were serving food, had just eaten. I settled for some bottled water instead. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get one with the Sheila Dixon logo on it. Just plain ol' Deer Park water. Ah, well.

So in general, it was a pretty positive event (if a little on the self-congratulatory side) and everyone played nice. I'm frankly not especially clear on what was achieved, since there was a lot of "preaching to the choir" in this instance, but I guess sometimes folks need that bit of a boost.

July 08, 2007

Pay Attention! (metapost)

Ezra: Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, this is obviously a case of mistaken identity.

--The Magnificent Seven (1998)

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I get a bunch of hits every single week from people looking for "Morrell Park Diary". I'm here to tell you to PAY ATTENTION. This is Baltimore Diary. I write about Morrell Park a lot because I lived there and I still own property there, and I'm still invested in events in that part of town. I can say that because it's literally true.

But the focus of this site isn't Morrell Park, it's the city as a whole and my skewed-by-New York-view of the city. I also write about Parkville (my new home), Baltimore City Public Schools, and whatever else happens to cross my mind. I've written about vacations I've taken, books I've read and TV shows I've seen.

It's not all about you, guys. And if it's the same person using the same search terms over and over again, let me give you a little hint: hit Control-D. Better yet, hit Alt-F4 because you're a dumbass and shouldn't be on the Internet without someone to help you.   

Our Bad, I Guess

Marge Simpson: It doesn't matter how you feel inside, you know. It's what shows up on the outside that counts. Take all your bad feelings and push them down, all the way down past your knees, until you're almost walking on them. And then you'll fit in, and you'll be invited to parties, and boys will like you. And happiness will follow.

--The Simpsons,  "Moaning Lisa" (2/11/90)

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Dog Bite, Part Deux:

Well, as mentioned last week, GF spent all day last Friday talking to a few different city agencies and basically got nowhere with them. Ms. F also waited in vain for someone to contact her.

Monday: no action. On Tuesday, GF took Wee One to the doctor for a follow-up visit. All was well but the doctor gave her an antibiotic as a preventive, since one of the wounds looked a little infected. While they were out, I got a call from the health department. They wanted to come out and take pictures of Wee One's leg. I told her that they were at the doctor's. "Oh, well, maybe we can come out some other day, then."

"You know," I said, "by the time you get out here, her leg's going to be pretty much healed." She found that funnier than I did.

Wednesday, of course, was Independence Day so there wasn't going to be anything going on that day in this regard. We had a neat little family barbecue, with the next-door neighbors and Ms. F joining in. She still hadn't spoken to anyone. In the meantime I got a good look at the fence and realized that a temporary fix would be pretty easy. It'd be a decent stopgap until the neighbors got off their asses about it. So we talked about picking up some turkey wire and some U-shaped nails so that she could let her dogs out back.

On Thursday we were both out for the better part of the day. GF was at her brother's and I went in to work for a couple of hours. We both got back home within a few minutes of one another, although she got home first. I pulled up and GF was out front. "You're just getting in?" I nodded. "Look at this," she said.

It was a form letter note from the Health Department that had been taped to the door:

In accordance with the Baltimore City Health Code, the Bureau of Animal Control has the responsibility to investigate all animal bite complaints occurring within the city limits....

It has been reported to us that someone at the above referenced address was recently bitten by an animal [cat/dog/raccoon/other]. Please contact the Chief Animal Bite Investigation Coordinator for the Baltimore City Animal Control at [numbers] within 24 hours of receipt of this post notice. Failure to comply may subject you to a fine of up to $500.00 per day.

You may well imagine, this did not exactly brighten GF's mood. Fortunately it was early enough that she could call the numbers they'd given us and direct all that hostility their way. That she'd already taken a day off and nobody came, that they'd been waiting forever, that nobody called before coming over, the way they said they would, etc. etc. etc. The call finally ended with her making arrangements to bring Wee One down to the BARCS shelter on Friday morning to do the photos. Eight days after the original bite.

So GF and Wee One head down to the shelter and among the paperwork that she signs is an affadavit certifying that she does not want the whole thing treated as a vicious animal attack. We've seen the dog's shot records and are confident that all is well.

Later that day the Health Department FINALLY shows up at Ms. F's house to talk to her, look over the records and so forth. Then the guy says, "OK, I'll be taking the dog now..."

Uh...what?

In fact, he didn't take the dog, he took ALL THREE. They're under observation and she can't get them back before Monday. Plus, she has to apply for a Kennel License. Did you know that if you have a total of more than two dogs/cats, you're supposed to have a kennel license in Baltimore City? This also means that she's expected to put a sign in her yard explaining to the world that she's applied for a license. A whole lot of people in this neighborhood have more than two pets, and I'm willing to bet that exactly one of them (another neighbor who used to breed dogs) has the kennel license. God help anyone who publically opposes this license.

June 16, 2007

Someone's Been Busy

Maddie: How are you all doing? What's happened?
Agnes DiPesto: Well, we've been busy: Five of our clients killed their spouses for the insurance money. Eight were part of love triangles where one member was killed by the other two. And Bert and I did episodes of our own.

—Moonlighting, "Tracks of My Tears" (2/2/88)
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...and it hasn't been just me.

This isn't to say that I haven't been busy; in fact I have. I've been working on closing out my office for the summer, plus as King of the Ordinary Schmucks I have to help get others checked out of their schools and work on getting students placed in special programs for next year. There have been a few nights where I haven't left the office until 7:00. So I hope you'll forgive a little inactivity on my part, whether here or in your own comments section.

In the meantime, however, I did get to peek at my stats now and again. I don't ordinarily get a huge hit count (about 15-20 per day) and that's the way it goes. I mostly look to see where people are coming from. A lot of them come from a deliberate misspelling I put in a post title and another bunch are looking at some pictures I posted. The one of Sheryl Crow is popular. So is the one line I wrote about the one-handed keyboard. Somehow a picture is linked to my post, even though there's no picture there. Go figure.

But one day this week, I had close to 100 page views. The   HELL? How do I get a number like that when I haven't been posting? A closer look showed me that someone basically hit the site on a search (I can't remember for what, though), then basically read through the next 70-75 posts in sequence. So I thank you for your interest and your (way too much free) time, and wonder why you didn't leave any comments. Feel free to speak up!

June 03, 2007

Sosumi

Ezra: Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, this is obviously a case of mistaken identity.

--The Magnificent Seven (1998)

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OK, so I goofed. The beer was Geisha's, not Snay's.  But the title flows better the "wrong" way. Plus, if I fix it, nobody understands the comments.

Plus, it's not as if we want a little Geisha in all of us. It's more like the other way around.

Thank you, I'll be here all week. 

There's a Little Bit of Snay in All of Us

Hurley: Dude, that beer has been sitting there since Rocky III. Maybe even Rocky II. It's probably poison by now.
Sawyer: Yeah? Well Skeletor seems to like it. Bottoms up! [clinks can on corpses head]

Lost, "Tricia Tanaka is Dead" (2/28/07)

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The Pig Roast was a week ago. GF and I got most of the cleanup done last Sunday, but we left a few things out that we figured we could afford to. Among them were the folding tables and a pair of coolers that, last I saw, had nothing but ice in it.

Yesterday I looked out the back and decided I was going to finish putting stuff away. Yeah, yardwork is sort of low-priority for me. So I folded the tables and put them in the garage, along with some of the extra chairs. I took the first cooler and opened the drain, then dragged it to the garage, leaving a trail of water behind me.

The second cooler wasn't a nice plastic jobbie; it was an old Omaha Steaks mailing box that GF's mom used to bring the foods she'd prepared. She took the food out and we put ice in. I opened it up to pour out the water and found that it wasn't just ice.

There was also a pair of bottles of the beer that Snay had brought to the party. Had I known they were in there, I'd have rescued them a week ago. As it was, they'd been in the heat all week and were likely skunked. So I popped the tops off of them ("Where's the goddamn opener!?") and poured them into the garden. In case you didn't know, this is a great use for old beer; it's full of nutrients and your vegetables will love you for it.

It's also a quick way to raised stewed tomatoes. Heh.

So when I harvest me a few tomatoes in a couple of weeks, I'll have Snay Geisha to thank for providing me with some of the plant food. And I'll have to remind GF that she's eating some of the "weird beer" (as she described it) as she munches some of my bruschetta, or salsa, or spaghetti sauce.

PS Happy Birthday to Geisha!

Edited to add: OK, so it was Geisha's beer, not Snay's. They arrived together so a little confusion is, I think, understandable. But I kind of like this post title better. Plus, all the other stuff I wrote in the next post.

I Will Not Celebrate Meaningless Milestones. I Will Not Celebrate Meaningless Milestones. I Will Not...

Norton: Well, without a doubt, Ralph, you have achieved the height of gracious living. You are one of the Four Hundred. In fact, you could be all of the Four Humdred.

The Honeymooners, "A Woman's Work is Never Done" (10/22/55)

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A Meta-post...

This weblog started on November 11, 2004.

When I lived in New Jersey, I was a reporter and columnist for a local newspaper and I enjoyed doing that. I got paid by the piece, except when I wrote the column, which was a freebie. Occasionally I ghosted the main editorials and those were fun, because someone else took the crap for it.

I started Baltimore Diary because I wanted to get back into the habit of writing. A couple of abortive attempts finally led to my putting it on Typepad, and paying for it, and for the baltimorediary.com domain, because if I was going to get serious about it, I have to be paying for it. The freebies weren't doing the trick for me. A few searches though Internic and I found one that seemed kind of obvious and which wasn't already taken. Go figure! Too many people were being clever with their weblog titles that they overlooked the simple one. (This, I suspect, is why I don't have to bother changing my cell's ringtone from the default.)

I don't have a specific focus on this blog, as some do with theirs. I just write about what I feel like writing about. Today it's a restaurant, tomorrow it's a TV show I watched, another time it'll be the news. Sometimes I get grief for it (Hi, Mom's Spy! and Another Person I Won't Name!), and sometimes the posts I think will create some kind of response don't get anything. Sometimes I wonder if the posts I write are going to get me Dooced. (However, I discovered that there is Supreme Court precedent for teachers who air their opinions as private citizens. Thanks for paying for the Legal Issues for Teachers course, BCPSS!)

But if I wrote for a specific audience, I think it would limit what I write about. So if you don't like what I have to say, best I can tell you is to Feck Off. Everyone has an opinion and I'm paying for the privilege of airing mine.

This is Post Number 400 and it's been a lot of fun. I've managed to connect with a few like-minded souls and that's always good. So here's to the next 400.

I guess I committed to something just now...

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The Cast

  • GF
    Girl Friend, which I call her mostly because she hates it. By now we're probably common-law spouses. Besides, she doesn't need a ring; we have real estate together.
  • S & B
    Our next-door neighbors. Their given names begin with neither S nor B, although the names that everyone calls them do begin with S and B. Go figure.
  • Wee One
    GF's daughter, who is in the ballpark of nine years old. A cheerleader and aspiring gymnast who spends an inordinate amount of time in the ER.
  • Daughter
    My 17 year old daughter, who lives on Long Island but visits frequently.

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