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Friday, Feb. 06, 2009 - 12:27 a.m.

First, I don't recall if I I've mentioned it often enough, or at all, but I'm really enjoying Cake Wrecks.

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Next, from Old Buddy Dave, who cadged it from Mark Evanier:

Give an answer that starts with the letter of your first name.

What is your name?
Brin

A four letter word
Boat

A boy's name
Billy

A girl's name
Beverly

An occupation:
Busdriver

A color
Blue

Something you wear
Big Bra

A food
Barbecue

Something found in the bathroom
Bar of soap

A place
Bed

A reason for being late
Beligerence

Something you shout
"Bastard!"

A movie title
Big

Something you drink
Beer or Brandy

A musical group
Beatles

An animal
Bear

A street name
Broadway

A type of car
Bumper

A song title
"Be Near Me" -- ABC

A verb
Bounce

I guess it's one of those things that go around, so feel free to hoist it.

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Yesterday was gorgeous until about half past noon, when it seemed like the sky turned into a scene from Koyanisqaatsi; the lowering clouds seemed to rush in and crowd the blue out of the sky in the space of around fifteen minutes. The only thing missing was the Philip Glass soundtrack.

Sure enough, as we headed home from lunch, here came the rain.

And it rained all afternoon. There was a small break in the evening, and so we dashed back out so I could get a haircut.

Then it rained some more. My allergies and my better looking hair are both reacting in a positive way.

Digits juxtaposed, if the rain lets up, we'll make another attempt at the park today.

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All right, that's it. Have a good Friday.

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