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gena/ deadly stealth frogs
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mike t
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rynn
sarah
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sean
tea rose
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american stickman
elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

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Wednesday, January 02, 2002
Despite my notoriously bad sense of smell, a few things do get past the ol' olfactory blockades, and one of these is the smell of crayons. Gosh, but I love them. I wish I had some with me.

I think we strained the limits of How Much Hedwig one can watch/listen to in the space of four days. Not only did we watch it again last night, this time with subtitles, but Gina and I listened to it in the car this morning. I am now trying to train myself ONLY to sing along with Miriam and Trask. It takes discipline!

Oooooh, la, la, la
oooooh, la la la....

and

...like I cut the legs off the whales...
right up in half...
....FIRE, shot down from the sky in bolts...

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:12 AM | shower me with attention