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Sleepless Ponderables Saturday, Jul. 19, 2003 - 11:26 a.m. I've been up all night with the condition colloquially known as the 'green apple quick step'. I feel terrible. I was supposed to go up to Yuba City and see the relatives today, but didn't manage to do that. When I am up all night even though I'm sleepy, I think of nutsy stuff like this: -Why, in the name of all that is reasonable, do Americans when talking with somebody from Ireland / UK / Australia / New Zealand, find it compulsory to imitate that person's accent -- during the actual conversation? Doesn't anybody stop and think of how rude this is? These are probably the same assholes who slow the car, roll the window down, and are compelled to 'moo' whenever they drive past a field full of cows. -If the Minnow was only on a three-hour tour, where did Ginger get all of those dresses? -Why are hamsters meaner now than they were thirty years ago when I had them for pets? -Why was anybody with the last name of 'Gabor' ever famous? -Is Roz from 'Monsters, Inc' sexually active? And if so, what does she sound like while she's fucking? sigh.... :) ---
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