Achewood Blogs http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108881734873982340"></a><h3 class="post-title"> a good day! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I went out in my rollerskates in the back yard today and practiced racing around the big planter box in the middle of the patio. I got going so that I could go around all four corners leaning in pretty good and was pretty excited, so I took my skates off and ran around on the grass! But then I remembered about last night and I felt terrible again. I need to do something nice for Téodor, he is always looking out for me. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html" title="permanent link">6:09 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108876440583793212"></a><h3 class="post-title"> 7-11 </h3><div class="post-body"><div> The local dudes who run the 7-11 always wore turbans until 9/11 and since then they always wore like 49ers baseball caps with a simple head-wrap underneath the cap so as not to show any middle-eastern identity (and thus get bothered by race-profilers). For the last couple months they wore their normal turbans again, but then on June 23 they switched back to baseball caps. Does this mean something. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html" title="permanent link">3:27 AM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108914931306203674"></a><h3 class="post-title"> damn late for work </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I was pluggin around on bangedup.com and lost track of time, crap I got to be at work in six minutes. Oh well, screw Julio I'm gonna be late. I don't answer to him, I'm gonna walk in smokin' and he's gonna sulk into his office cause he knows I'll kick his ass, he won't show his head in the kitchen until I'm halfway through the lunch mess that the lunchtime guy can't handle. Give me any guff and I'll give it back to that lipstick red mustang he just bought, probably with the scoop he's been taking off my tip share. + screw Julio </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html" title="permanent link">2:24 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html <div id="main-content"><div id="inner-wrap"><center></center> <p><div id="blog-header"><h1><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"> Drones Club </a></h1><p></p></div><div class="clearer"></div><div id="sidebar"><img src="http://www.achewood.com/rsrc/img/cornelius_one_thm.jpg" /><h2 class="sidebar-title"><img alt="Recent Posts" height="28" src="http://www.blogblog.com/scribe/header_recentposts.gif" width="110" /></h2><ul id="recently"><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-hour-shift.html">The 12-hour Shift.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/drat-i-have-read-more-bryson.html">Drat, I Have Read More Bryson.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-bryson.html">The New Bryson</a></li></ul><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Powered by Blogger"><img alt="Powered by Blogger" src="http://buttons.blogger.com/bloggerbutton1.gif" /></a></p></div><div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Monday, July 05, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108909263058091500"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That Lauren Graham. </h3><div class="post-body"><p>I must admit to a bit of a chink in the old Bear armor: I am positively dreamy over that adorable Lauren Graham. I know I am perceived as a stony recluse whose heart is protected by thorny memories of great loves gone wanting, and for the most part that is true enough. In the case of Ms. Graham, however, I feel quite content to fawn over her television appearances and dip into the odd daydream of champagne among the dense roses at Hampton Down, perhaps a hand held in hand and a titillating repartee with her devastating wit...forgive me. Of all the beauties that are swung across the television screen, she seems the odd jewel with that classic <i>je ne sais quoi</i>. Not to mention the dimples. Oh! She's on Celebrity Poker this evening! I shall repair to the living room with the well-thumbed and nib and hopefully lavish a few lines upon that invigorating Beatrice. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer">posted by me | <a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html" title="permanent link">9:57 PM</a></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div><div id="footer"><p>   </p></div></p></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Thursday, July 01, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108874902834509998"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Thursday's breakfast </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Okay, fine. Today for breakfast I had one of those "granola" bars that is kind of hard and crackley. At the store I found a weird rum that was dark and kind of cloudy, like tea. It tastes like bourbon rum. Hello. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html" title="permanent link">11:15 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><div id="main3"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108916573901096507"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That douche. </h3><div class="post-body"><p><div style="clear:both;"></div>Okay, so what Pat wanted was to tell me that he just got his driver's license renewed and wants to take me along with him to the DMV headquarters in Sacramento so that he can lodge a formal complaint about something in person. Talk about your five hour round trips in Pat's hinge old Mustang that he thinks is so precious. Plus, I would never want to do that. I don't know why he thought that would be a treat for me. I told him I had a late afternoon tee time down at Seven Pines, and he said we could go tomorrow, and I said that I had standing tee times at all golf courses for as long as he was mad at the DMV. He managed to turn my comment into a two-minute blister about how the state is going down the tubes because guys like me sit around in robes and accept the status quo. Then he left. That was nice of him. <div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html" title="permanent link">6:53 PM</a></em>   </p></div><div id="comments"><p style="padding-left:20px;"><a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108880195983159329"></a><h3 class="post-title"> I didn't have breakfast today; more. </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Alright so I didn't eat breakfast today. I didn't eat anything so far today, and quit emailing me for pictures of me wearing pants. That is rude. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html" title="permanent link">1:58 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 13, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108978391034616816"></a><h3 class="post-title"> nice beans </h3><div class="post-body"><p> what I like about workin a mexican joint is all the free vittles they dump on you at end of night. came home with 5lbs of chips and a quart each beans and rice. had to put it all together in a garbage bag tho cause I didn't bring a container, tomorrow tho. dumped about 18 lipsticked half-margaritas in the old face (who pays seven bucks for half a drink) and smiled like a jesus <br /><br />oh plus bear is all jerked up cause i took one 'a his white collared shirts outta the laundry. apparently it was a hundred and fifty bucks custom made. felt kinda nice for a shirt, got to admit. got salsa all down the fronta it + tore the sleeve on the dumpster so when he saw me wearin it in the kitchen he was flat pissed. Looked like he was wearin a three hundred dollar new hat though so I let it slide. <br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html" title="permanent link">10:31 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 09, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108942090624503969"></a><h3 class="post-title"> It's Super Windy! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> It is super windy right now! The back door is open so the wind is going all through the house and making some of the doors open and close on their own, so it's like ghosts are walking around! I put a sheet over my head and walked real carefully around, making ghost noises, but after a little while I realized that I was the only person in the house. Where is everybody? </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html" title="permanent link">5:46 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Saturday, July 10, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108949549554026616"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Kleenex has just lost a customer. </h3><div class="post-body"><div> My nasal passages tend to clog easily, so I rely on tissues several times throughout the day in order to maintain good respiration. Well, today I was sorely let down by what I had thought of as a good, responsible brand. I went to pull out a sheet of tissue from the cardboard dispensing box, and do you know what happened? The machine that cuts and folds the paper had apparently been malfunctioning out of control back at the factory, because about three sheets of Kleenex came out together, just making a huge mess and leaving me standing there looking like a damn fool. It's a good thing no one was around to witness this send-up, because I was livid enough as it is. I immediately threw the box of tissue straight onto the ground and crushed it beneath my feet. When I had cooled down a bit I filled out a FLAMING complaint form on the Kleenex website, so I expect to hear back from them first thing Monday morning. In the meanwhile, it's back to cloth handkerchiefs and lotion until I find a suitable replacement brand. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html" title="permanent link">2:08 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108881734873982340"></a><h3 class="post-title"> a good day! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I went out in my rollerskates in the back yard today and practiced racing around the big planter box in the middle of the patio. I got going so that I could go around all four corners leaning in pretty good and was pretty excited, so I took my skates off and ran around on the grass! But then I remembered about last night and I felt terrible again. I need to do something nice for Téodor, he is always looking out for me. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html" title="permanent link">6:09 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108876440583793212"></a><h3 class="post-title"> 7-11 </h3><div class="post-body"><div> The local dudes who run the 7-11 always wore turbans until 9/11 and since then they always wore like 49ers baseball caps with a simple head-wrap underneath the cap so as not to show any middle-eastern identity (and thus get bothered by race-profilers). For the last couple months they wore their normal turbans again, but then on June 23 they switched back to baseball caps. Does this mean something. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html" title="permanent link">3:27 AM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108914931306203674"></a><h3 class="post-title"> damn late for work </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I was pluggin around on bangedup.com and lost track of time, crap I got to be at work in six minutes. Oh well, screw Julio I'm gonna be late. I don't answer to him, I'm gonna walk in smokin' and he's gonna sulk into his office cause he knows I'll kick his ass, he won't show his head in the kitchen until I'm halfway through the lunch mess that the lunchtime guy can't handle. Give me any guff and I'll give it back to that lipstick red mustang he just bought, probably with the scoop he's been taking off my tip share. + screw Julio </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html" title="permanent link">2:24 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html <div id="main-content"><div id="inner-wrap"><center></center> <p><div id="blog-header"><h1><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"> Drones Club </a></h1><p></p></div><div class="clearer"></div><div id="sidebar"><img src="http://www.achewood.com/rsrc/img/cornelius_one_thm.jpg" /><h2 class="sidebar-title"><img alt="Recent Posts" height="28" src="http://www.blogblog.com/scribe/header_recentposts.gif" width="110" /></h2><ul id="recently"><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-hour-shift.html">The 12-hour Shift.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/drat-i-have-read-more-bryson.html">Drat, I Have Read More Bryson.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-bryson.html">The New Bryson</a></li></ul><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Powered by Blogger"><img alt="Powered by Blogger" src="http://buttons.blogger.com/bloggerbutton1.gif" /></a></p></div><div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Monday, July 05, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108909263058091500"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That Lauren Graham. </h3><div class="post-body"><p>I must admit to a bit of a chink in the old Bear armor: I am positively dreamy over that adorable Lauren Graham. I know I am perceived as a stony recluse whose heart is protected by thorny memories of great loves gone wanting, and for the most part that is true enough. In the case of Ms. Graham, however, I feel quite content to fawn over her television appearances and dip into the odd daydream of champagne among the dense roses at Hampton Down, perhaps a hand held in hand and a titillating repartee with her devastating wit...forgive me. Of all the beauties that are swung across the television screen, she seems the odd jewel with that classic <i>je ne sais quoi</i>. Not to mention the dimples. Oh! She's on Celebrity Poker this evening! I shall repair to the living room with the well-thumbed and nib and hopefully lavish a few lines upon that invigorating Beatrice. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer">posted by me | <a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html" title="permanent link">9:57 PM</a></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div><div id="footer"><p>   </p></div></p></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Thursday, July 01, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108874902834509998"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Thursday's breakfast </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Okay, fine. Today for breakfast I had one of those "granola" bars that is kind of hard and crackley. At the store I found a weird rum that was dark and kind of cloudy, like tea. It tastes like bourbon rum. Hello. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html" title="permanent link">11:15 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><div id="main3"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108916573901096507"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That douche. </h3><div class="post-body"><p><div style="clear:both;"></div>Okay, so what Pat wanted was to tell me that he just got his driver's license renewed and wants to take me along with him to the DMV headquarters in Sacramento so that he can lodge a formal complaint about something in person. Talk about your five hour round trips in Pat's hinge old Mustang that he thinks is so precious. Plus, I would never want to do that. I don't know why he thought that would be a treat for me. I told him I had a late afternoon tee time down at Seven Pines, and he said we could go tomorrow, and I said that I had standing tee times at all golf courses for as long as he was mad at the DMV. He managed to turn my comment into a two-minute blister about how the state is going down the tubes because guys like me sit around in robes and accept the status quo. Then he left. That was nice of him. <div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html" title="permanent link">6:53 PM</a></em>   </p></div><div id="comments"><p style="padding-left:20px;"><a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108880195983159329"></a><h3 class="post-title"> I didn't have breakfast today; more. </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Alright so I didn't eat breakfast today. I didn't eat anything so far today, and quit emailing me for pictures of me wearing pants. That is rude. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html" title="permanent link">1:58 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 13, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108978391034616816"></a><h3 class="post-title"> nice beans </h3><div class="post-body"><p> what I like about workin a mexican joint is all the free vittles they dump on you at end of night. came home with 5lbs of chips and a quart each beans and rice. had to put it all together in a garbage bag tho cause I didn't bring a container, tomorrow tho. dumped about 18 lipsticked half-margaritas in the old face (who pays seven bucks for half a drink) and smiled like a jesus <br /><br />oh plus bear is all jerked up cause i took one 'a his white collared shirts outta the laundry. apparently it was a hundred and fifty bucks custom made. felt kinda nice for a shirt, got to admit. got salsa all down the fronta it + tore the sleeve on the dumpster so when he saw me wearin it in the kitchen he was flat pissed. Looked like he was wearin a three hundred dollar new hat though so I let it slide. <br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html" title="permanent link">10:31 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 09, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108942090624503969"></a><h3 class="post-title"> It's Super Windy! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> It is super windy right now! The back door is open so the wind is going all through the house and making some of the doors open and close on their own, so it's like ghosts are walking around! I put a sheet over my head and walked real carefully around, making ghost noises, but after a little while I realized that I was the only person in the house. Where is everybody? </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html" title="permanent link">5:46 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Saturday, July 10, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108949549554026616"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Kleenex has just lost a customer. </h3><div class="post-body"><div> My nasal passages tend to clog easily, so I rely on tissues several times throughout the day in order to maintain good respiration. Well, today I was sorely let down by what I had thought of as a good, responsible brand. I went to pull out a sheet of tissue from the cardboard dispensing box, and do you know what happened? The machine that cuts and folds the paper had apparently been malfunctioning out of control back at the factory, because about three sheets of Kleenex came out together, just making a huge mess and leaving me standing there looking like a damn fool. It's a good thing no one was around to witness this send-up, because I was livid enough as it is. I immediately threw the box of tissue straight onto the ground and crushed it beneath my feet. When I had cooled down a bit I filled out a FLAMING complaint form on the Kleenex website, so I expect to hear back from them first thing Monday morning. In the meanwhile, it's back to cloth handkerchiefs and lotion until I find a suitable replacement brand. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html" title="permanent link">2:08 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108881734873982340"></a><h3 class="post-title"> a good day! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I went out in my rollerskates in the back yard today and practiced racing around the big planter box in the middle of the patio. I got going so that I could go around all four corners leaning in pretty good and was pretty excited, so I took my skates off and ran around on the grass! But then I remembered about last night and I felt terrible again. I need to do something nice for Téodor, he is always looking out for me. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html" title="permanent link">6:09 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108876440583793212"></a><h3 class="post-title"> 7-11 </h3><div class="post-body"><div> The local dudes who run the 7-11 always wore turbans until 9/11 and since then they always wore like 49ers baseball caps with a simple head-wrap underneath the cap so as not to show any middle-eastern identity (and thus get bothered by race-profilers). For the last couple months they wore their normal turbans again, but then on June 23 they switched back to baseball caps. Does this mean something. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html" title="permanent link">3:27 AM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108914931306203674"></a><h3 class="post-title"> damn late for work </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I was pluggin around on bangedup.com and lost track of time, crap I got to be at work in six minutes. Oh well, screw Julio I'm gonna be late. I don't answer to him, I'm gonna walk in smokin' and he's gonna sulk into his office cause he knows I'll kick his ass, he won't show his head in the kitchen until I'm halfway through the lunch mess that the lunchtime guy can't handle. Give me any guff and I'll give it back to that lipstick red mustang he just bought, probably with the scoop he's been taking off my tip share. + screw Julio </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html" title="permanent link">2:24 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html <div id="main-content"><div id="inner-wrap"><center></center> <p><div id="blog-header"><h1><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"> Drones Club </a></h1><p></p></div><div class="clearer"></div><div id="sidebar"><img src="http://www.achewood.com/rsrc/img/cornelius_one_thm.jpg" /><h2 class="sidebar-title"><img alt="Recent Posts" height="28" src="http://www.blogblog.com/scribe/header_recentposts.gif" width="110" /></h2><ul id="recently"><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-hour-shift.html">The 12-hour Shift.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/drat-i-have-read-more-bryson.html">Drat, I Have Read More Bryson.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-bryson.html">The New Bryson</a></li></ul><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Powered by Blogger"><img alt="Powered by Blogger" src="http://buttons.blogger.com/bloggerbutton1.gif" /></a></p></div><div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Monday, July 05, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108909263058091500"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That Lauren Graham. </h3><div class="post-body"><p>I must admit to a bit of a chink in the old Bear armor: I am positively dreamy over that adorable Lauren Graham. I know I am perceived as a stony recluse whose heart is protected by thorny memories of great loves gone wanting, and for the most part that is true enough. In the case of Ms. Graham, however, I feel quite content to fawn over her television appearances and dip into the odd daydream of champagne among the dense roses at Hampton Down, perhaps a hand held in hand and a titillating repartee with her devastating wit...forgive me. Of all the beauties that are swung across the television screen, she seems the odd jewel with that classic <i>je ne sais quoi</i>. Not to mention the dimples. Oh! She's on Celebrity Poker this evening! I shall repair to the living room with the well-thumbed and nib and hopefully lavish a few lines upon that invigorating Beatrice. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer">posted by me | <a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html" title="permanent link">9:57 PM</a></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div><div id="footer"><p>   </p></div></p></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Thursday, July 01, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108874902834509998"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Thursday's breakfast </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Okay, fine. Today for breakfast I had one of those "granola" bars that is kind of hard and crackley. At the store I found a weird rum that was dark and kind of cloudy, like tea. It tastes like bourbon rum. Hello. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html" title="permanent link">11:15 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><div id="main3"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108916573901096507"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That douche. </h3><div class="post-body"><p><div style="clear:both;"></div>Okay, so what Pat wanted was to tell me that he just got his driver's license renewed and wants to take me along with him to the DMV headquarters in Sacramento so that he can lodge a formal complaint about something in person. Talk about your five hour round trips in Pat's hinge old Mustang that he thinks is so precious. Plus, I would never want to do that. I don't know why he thought that would be a treat for me. I told him I had a late afternoon tee time down at Seven Pines, and he said we could go tomorrow, and I said that I had standing tee times at all golf courses for as long as he was mad at the DMV. He managed to turn my comment into a two-minute blister about how the state is going down the tubes because guys like me sit around in robes and accept the status quo. Then he left. That was nice of him. <div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html" title="permanent link">6:53 PM</a></em>   </p></div><div id="comments"><p style="padding-left:20px;"><a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108880195983159329"></a><h3 class="post-title"> I didn't have breakfast today; more. </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Alright so I didn't eat breakfast today. I didn't eat anything so far today, and quit emailing me for pictures of me wearing pants. That is rude. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html" title="permanent link">1:58 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 13, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108978391034616816"></a><h3 class="post-title"> nice beans </h3><div class="post-body"><p> what I like about workin a mexican joint is all the free vittles they dump on you at end of night. came home with 5lbs of chips and a quart each beans and rice. had to put it all together in a garbage bag tho cause I didn't bring a container, tomorrow tho. dumped about 18 lipsticked half-margaritas in the old face (who pays seven bucks for half a drink) and smiled like a jesus <br /><br />oh plus bear is all jerked up cause i took one 'a his white collared shirts outta the laundry. apparently it was a hundred and fifty bucks custom made. felt kinda nice for a shirt, got to admit. got salsa all down the fronta it + tore the sleeve on the dumpster so when he saw me wearin it in the kitchen he was flat pissed. Looked like he was wearin a three hundred dollar new hat though so I let it slide. <br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html" title="permanent link">10:31 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 09, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108942090624503969"></a><h3 class="post-title"> It's Super Windy! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> It is super windy right now! The back door is open so the wind is going all through the house and making some of the doors open and close on their own, so it's like ghosts are walking around! I put a sheet over my head and walked real carefully around, making ghost noises, but after a little while I realized that I was the only person in the house. Where is everybody? </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html" title="permanent link">5:46 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Saturday, July 10, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108949549554026616"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Kleenex has just lost a customer. </h3><div class="post-body"><div> My nasal passages tend to clog easily, so I rely on tissues several times throughout the day in order to maintain good respiration. Well, today I was sorely let down by what I had thought of as a good, responsible brand. I went to pull out a sheet of tissue from the cardboard dispensing box, and do you know what happened? The machine that cuts and folds the paper had apparently been malfunctioning out of control back at the factory, because about three sheets of Kleenex came out together, just making a huge mess and leaving me standing there looking like a damn fool. It's a good thing no one was around to witness this send-up, because I was livid enough as it is. I immediately threw the box of tissue straight onto the ground and crushed it beneath my feet. When I had cooled down a bit I filled out a FLAMING complaint form on the Kleenex website, so I expect to hear back from them first thing Monday morning. In the meanwhile, it's back to cloth handkerchiefs and lotion until I find a suitable replacement brand. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html" title="permanent link">2:08 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108881734873982340"></a><h3 class="post-title"> a good day! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I went out in my rollerskates in the back yard today and practiced racing around the big planter box in the middle of the patio. I got going so that I could go around all four corners leaning in pretty good and was pretty excited, so I took my skates off and ran around on the grass! But then I remembered about last night and I felt terrible again. I need to do something nice for Téodor, he is always looking out for me. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-day.html" title="permanent link">6:09 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108876440583793212"></a><h3 class="post-title"> 7-11 </h3><div class="post-body"><div> The local dudes who run the 7-11 always wore turbans until 9/11 and since then they always wore like 49ers baseball caps with a simple head-wrap underneath the cap so as not to show any middle-eastern identity (and thus get bothered by race-profilers). For the last couple months they wore their normal turbans again, but then on June 23 they switched back to baseball caps. Does this mean something. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/2004/07/7-11.html" title="permanent link">3:27 AM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://rbeef.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108914931306203674"></a><h3 class="post-title"> damn late for work </h3><div class="post-body"><p> I was pluggin around on bangedup.com and lost track of time, crap I got to be at work in six minutes. Oh well, screw Julio I'm gonna be late. I don't answer to him, I'm gonna walk in smokin' and he's gonna sulk into his office cause he knows I'll kick his ass, he won't show his head in the kitchen until I'm halfway through the lunch mess that the lunchtime guy can't handle. Give me any guff and I'll give it back to that lipstick red mustang he just bought, probably with the scoop he's been taking off my tip share. + screw Julio </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/damn-late-for-work.html" title="permanent link">2:24 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html <div id="main-content"><div id="inner-wrap"><center></center> <p><div id="blog-header"><h1><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"> Drones Club </a></h1><p></p></div><div class="clearer"></div><div id="sidebar"><img src="http://www.achewood.com/rsrc/img/cornelius_one_thm.jpg" /><h2 class="sidebar-title"><img alt="Recent Posts" height="28" src="http://www.blogblog.com/scribe/header_recentposts.gif" width="110" /></h2><ul id="recently"><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/12-hour-shift.html">The 12-hour Shift.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/drat-i-have-read-more-bryson.html">Drat, I Have Read More Bryson.</a></li><li><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-bryson.html">The New Bryson</a></li></ul><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" title="Powered by Blogger"><img alt="Powered by Blogger" src="http://buttons.blogger.com/bloggerbutton1.gif" /></a></p></div><div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Monday, July 05, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108909263058091500"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That Lauren Graham. </h3><div class="post-body"><p>I must admit to a bit of a chink in the old Bear armor: I am positively dreamy over that adorable Lauren Graham. I know I am perceived as a stony recluse whose heart is protected by thorny memories of great loves gone wanting, and for the most part that is true enough. In the case of Ms. Graham, however, I feel quite content to fawn over her television appearances and dip into the odd daydream of champagne among the dense roses at Hampton Down, perhaps a hand held in hand and a titillating repartee with her devastating wit...forgive me. Of all the beauties that are swung across the television screen, she seems the odd jewel with that classic <i>je ne sais quoi</i>. Not to mention the dimples. Oh! She's on Celebrity Poker this evening! I shall repair to the living room with the well-thumbed and nib and hopefully lavish a few lines upon that invigorating Beatrice. <br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer">posted by me | <a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-lauren-graham.html" title="permanent link">9:57 PM</a></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://corneliusbear.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div><div id="footer"><p>   </p></div></p></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Thursday, July 01, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108874902834509998"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Thursday's breakfast </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Okay, fine. Today for breakfast I had one of those "granola" bars that is kind of hard and crackley. At the store I found a weird rum that was dark and kind of cloudy, like tea. It tastes like bourbon rum. Hello. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/thursdays-breakfast.html" title="permanent link">11:15 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><div id="main3"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 06, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108916573901096507"></a><h3 class="post-title"> That douche. </h3><div class="post-body"><p><div style="clear:both;"></div>Okay, so what Pat wanted was to tell me that he just got his driver's license renewed and wants to take me along with him to the DMV headquarters in Sacramento so that he can lodge a formal complaint about something in person. Talk about your five hour round trips in Pat's hinge old Mustang that he thinks is so precious. Plus, I would never want to do that. I don't know why he thought that would be a treat for me. I told him I had a late afternoon tee time down at Seven Pines, and he said we could go tomorrow, and I said that I had standing tee times at all golf courses for as long as he was mad at the DMV. He managed to turn my comment into a two-minute blister about how the state is going down the tubes because guys like me sit around in robes and accept the status quo. Then he left. That was nice of him. <div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-douche.html" title="permanent link">6:53 PM</a></em>   </p></div><div id="comments"><p style="padding-left:20px;"><a href="http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div></div> http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html <div id="main"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 02, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108880195983159329"></a><h3 class="post-title"> I didn't have breakfast today; more. </h3><div class="post-body"><p> Alright so I didn't eat breakfast today. I didn't eat anything so far today, and quit emailing me for pictures of me wearing pants. That is rude. </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-have-breakfast-today-more.html" title="permanent link">1:58 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p><a href="http://chrisonstad.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div> http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, July 13, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108978391034616816"></a><h3 class="post-title"> nice beans </h3><div class="post-body"><p> what I like about workin a mexican joint is all the free vittles they dump on you at end of night. came home with 5lbs of chips and a quart each beans and rice. had to put it all together in a garbage bag tho cause I didn't bring a container, tomorrow tho. dumped about 18 lipsticked half-margaritas in the old face (who pays seven bucks for half a drink) and smiled like a jesus <br /><br />oh plus bear is all jerked up cause i took one 'a his white collared shirts outta the laundry. apparently it was a hundred and fifty bucks custom made. felt kinda nice for a shirt, got to admit. got salsa all down the fronta it + tore the sleeve on the dumpster so when he saw me wearin it in the kitchen he was flat pissed. Looked like he was wearin a three hundred dollar new hat though so I let it slide. <br /><br /></p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/2004/07/nice-beans.html" title="permanent link">10:31 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://lyle151.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Friday, July 09, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108942090624503969"></a><h3 class="post-title"> It's Super Windy! </h3><div class="post-body"><p> It is super windy right now! The back door is open so the wind is going all through the house and making some of the doors open and close on their own, so it's like ghosts are walking around! I put a sheet over my head and walked real carefully around, making ghost noises, but after a little while I realized that I was the only person in the house. Where is everybody? </p></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me @ <a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-super-windy.html" title="permanent link">5:46 PM</a></em>  </p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://philippesblog.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div> http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html <div id="main"><div id="main2"><h2 class="date-header">Saturday, July 10, 2004</h2><div class="post"><a name="108949549554026616"></a><h3 class="post-title"> Kleenex has just lost a customer. </h3><div class="post-body"><div> My nasal passages tend to clog easily, so I rely on tissues several times throughout the day in order to maintain good respiration. Well, today I was sorely let down by what I had thought of as a good, responsible brand. I went to pull out a sheet of tissue from the cardboard dispensing box, and do you know what happened? The machine that cuts and folds the paper had apparently been malfunctioning out of control back at the factory, because about three sheets of Kleenex came out together, just making a huge mess and leaving me standing there looking like a damn fool. It's a good thing no one was around to witness this send-up, because I was livid enough as it is. I immediately threw the box of tissue straight onto the ground and crushed it beneath my feet. When I had cooled down a bit I filled out a FLAMING complaint form on the Kleenex website, so I expect to hear back from them first thing Monday morning. In the meanwhile, it's back to cloth handkerchiefs and lotion until I find a suitable replacement brand. </div></div><p class="post-footer"><em>posted by me at <a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/2004/07/kleenex-has-just-lost-customer.html" title="permanent link">2:08 PM</a></em></p></div><div id="comments"><p class="comment-timestamp"><a href="http://journeyintoreason.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a></p></div></div></div>