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2002-09-10 - 6:05 p.m. |
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How I Spent My Day, or The stats Are In; Productivity Down Due to excessive email frivolity. Sfitz: Which prefer ye: J-bird: As far as I can tell it is only the two of us going so whatever you are in the mood for. Me, Molu: Stop now, J-bird. I'm a-coming. J-bird: The guilt trip worked. Hoorah!!!! Molu: Yeah, but I'm easy. What about them others who seem to have disappeared? And how come, J-bird, your email address shows up three times in the "send to" box when I reply to these emails? And, while we're at it, why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? Why is abbreviated such a long word? Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet? Why why why???? Complaint: I too am wondering why every message I receive from J-bird seems to be doubled in my in box. Strange... the Deen: A-Frames? Warmth? What kind of yellow-bellied pansies have I gotten myself caught up with, anyway? If you're not freezing your ass off, it's not fall camping! sfitz: There is plenty of camping either in the yard, or on top of Okemo mountain for anyone that wants to be tough Deen. Molu Whoa. So what exactly is that NH (or VT?) type nature going to be doing to us when it "participates" (easy? hard?). Again. Sfitz. You are a frightening man. sfitz: You're going to be running through a nature gauntlet and getting swacked on the bum with wooden, greek letter emblazoned paddles by various representatives of the "nature". Molu: Hmmm. My last email, most decidedly, falls into that category of questions best left unasked. J-bird: I apologize for missing so much of the conversation today but I was at a Legislative Lunch at a top Medical Research Facility. That�s right!!!! Boooyahhhhh!!!!! What a yawner that was. No vegetarian food. Hello, new millennium!!!!! %$#&$#@* Molu: Ok. I did the complicated military time math and have arrived at the conclusion that you, J-bird, will be arriving in Boston at 8:23 pm and leaving at 5:15 pm. J-bird: Your understanding of military time is impressive. the Deen: While the meek and unhardy sip "cider" inside their modern comfort-lodge, J-bird and I will be engaging in a mano-a-mano struggle with The Beast of Wilderness for the very fibre of our survival. Man and Nature will enter the ring, but only one shall emerge the victor. Molu: I'm so glad I'm not a boy. Complaint: Me too. I would much rather sip cider w/ the sissies. sfitz: Will that be like that Anthony Hopkins/Baldwin movie where they run around in the woods like animals? Thats nice. Molu: boyz to Men more like. the Deen: These manicured, well-bred sophisticates think it amusing to dish out the "trash talk" while safely separated from our masculine power by several hundred miles, J-bird, but we'll see who begins trembling when they come face-to-face with our steel columns of winter-hardened muscle clad in the fur of a dozen wild beasts, all slain with nothing more than tooth, hand and Iron Will to Survive. Let them that must find "sitters" for their doggies be the first to experience the mighty wrath of Frontier Man! sfitz: Interesting descriptors you chose in line one of your rebutt there Deen. Butt. Molu:I'm not a well-bred? Sophisticated? Oh--it's the manicure thing. I see. |
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