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Wednesday, August 25
Septet is Seven, right?
We dropped in for the final Concert in the Park to check out the Emmette O'Sullivan Septet, but immediately became perplexed when only 6 musicians were on stage. The leader guy didn't look like an Emmette either - perhaps she died? At any rate, it was fun to watch Aunt Jemima get her groove on and try to figure out the family tree of the people sitting in front of us.
I finally got Susan to play catch with me - I think I bought that damn softball glove in May or June! It was nice of her to humor me after spending her entire day off cleaning the house, which included scrubbing my mom's toenail polish off the linoleum floors. Thanks again for all your "help," mom!
As of today, I have 5 inivitations available for the Gmail beta - so let me know if you're interested in getting a piece of the action. Action, of course, is a redonkulous amount of storage space for your e-mail. I've been "a user" for more than two months, and have only managed to accumulate 54 MB (5%) of my 1000 MB allotment...
Now Playing: Brad Mehldau - Places
posted by Brad at 8/25/2004 11:00:00 PM | permalink |
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Speaking of music I am wondering if you're aware of the stinky trouble your favorite guy group has gotten themselves into? Some members of the DMB band/crew have been accused of dumping around 80 - 100 gallons of human waste from the tour bus into the river causing a nearby boat of tourists to pinch their noses. The band members/crew might be charged in the matter. Not so environmentally friendly now, are they?
Thought you could use some happy news! Rebecca
By , at 8/26/2004 7:33 AM
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Your post brings me back to Easter Sunday several years ago. My husband asked me to play catch with him in his parents' front yard. He kindly gave me tips on improving my catching ability. "Get in front of the ball" he said, "don't reach out left and right. Get your body in front of the ball." Being the obedient wife that I am (haha), I did as he suggested. It worked quite well until the ball came and smacked me right between the eyes. A small cut began dripping blood down my nose and I was done "playing catch".
Of course it's still not as bad as the time my brother hurled a BASEBALL at my son's eye, knocking him to the ground and giving him a black eye that lasted almost 3 months!!!!!!!!
By Unknown, at 8/26/2004 9:43 AM
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Hi, if you have still some gmail invitation free, you can make me happy ! Thx
regards,
john john(at)ebox.cz
By , at 9/01/2004 8:26 AM
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