I have finally entered the ranks of the "bloggers". My friend told me the other day that I am now officially a computer nerd. Ah well, we all need something to fill our time. Does this mean that I'm only a level below a gamer though? I've never wanted to be one of those. They scare me. Pale, white skin, deep, sunken-in eyes, strong, and well-toned thumbs. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. I called my brother a gamer today, and his eyes took on a wrathful, fire filled look, and he choked on his tea. Do gamers drink tea?
Selma, Patty and I moved into "the convent" yesterday. I woke up in a daze and in utter confusion. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. There was no constricting, horizontal striped wallpaper to soothe my senses, nor the usual early morning hub bub of the trailer court. Rather, we have quiet, self respecting neighbours who understand the idea of common courtesy. Do we really belong here?
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I like your site. Great pictures of the food. I need more pictures on mine, but need more access to a digital camera. If you can, check out my site at
http://vince-s-ithaca.blogspot.com
Feel free to comment, criticize the postings.
By the way, just curious, but do you like the band, Rush??
Ah Jess... Gamers aren't so bad! Of course, its not the pasty white skin you should fear... nor is it their powerful thumbs. No! You should fear the wicked wedgies they'll give you when you step in between them and Lego: Star Wars at a crucial moment!
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