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I saw three teenage boys walking along the steep hillside behind our house earlier. They dropped a small piece of paper near our deck, so I went outside to investigate. It was a postcard … for the new game "Tomb Raider Legend."
They must have seen me from the top of the hill. "Tomb Raider, best game ever!" one of them yelled down at me.
What the fuck! It was all I could do to keep from yelling, "You damn kids, stay off my land!"
What a stupid marketing campaign!
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So the girlfriend of a friend of ours back east is coming to San Francisco on business, and she wants to meet us while she's out here. The friend back east called us, and said not to tell her anything that would make him look bad.
"What would make him look bad?" I asked Jack as we were driving in to work.
"I'm not telling you!" he replied. "Because you're a blabbermouth!"
Then he started practicing what he would be saying to this girlfriend, if we were to meet and I were to start opening up about this friend back east. "You'll have to excuse my husband -- he's slightly retarded , " Jack said. "He lives in a fantasy world, and doesn't know the difference between dreams and reality."
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It's been a busy week. We had a power outage last Tuesday that lasted all day – there was nothing I could do but nap, and study by the cloudy light coming into the den. Caught a sinus infection, then got over it. Went out to dinner a few times. Been busy studying. Tomorrow, the tree people come, to take down a fallen acacia and trim our 100-foot Monterey pines.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bearbeat also arrives tomorrow, and profkampf on Friday, and then it's the Jim memorial weekend. Looking forward to seeing the out-of-towners who will be coming in for that, like standardtom, e_ticket, nlotic, etc.
They must have seen me from the top of the hill. "Tomb Raider, best game ever!" one of them yelled down at me.
What the fuck! It was all I could do to keep from yelling, "You damn kids, stay off my land!"
What a stupid marketing campaign!
* * *
So the girlfriend of a friend of ours back east is coming to San Francisco on business, and she wants to meet us while she's out here. The friend back east called us, and said not to tell her anything that would make him look bad.
"What would make him look bad?" I asked Jack as we were driving in to work.
"I'm not telling you!" he replied. "Because you're a blabbermouth!"
Then he started practicing what he would be saying to this girlfriend, if we were to meet and I were to start opening up about this friend back east. "You'll have to excuse my husband -- he's slightly retarded , " Jack said. "He lives in a fantasy world, and doesn't know the difference between dreams and reality."
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It's been a busy week. We had a power outage last Tuesday that lasted all day – there was nothing I could do but nap, and study by the cloudy light coming into the den. Caught a sinus infection, then got over it. Went out to dinner a few times. Been busy studying. Tomorrow, the tree people come, to take down a fallen acacia and trim our 100-foot Monterey pines.
bearbeat also arrives tomorrow, and profkampf on Friday, and then it's the Jim memorial weekend. Looking forward to seeing the out-of-towners who will be coming in for that, like standardtom, e_ticket, nlotic, etc.
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Don't worry, we'll keep him wrapped in cotton.
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I'm sorry, Steve. That's really funny. (Even if it isn't true!)