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March 23, 2004
This post is not about 1968
While the daily mandatory 8 hours of following orders have been bringing her down lately, Girl-E is really starting to appreciate the high quality of the rest of her hours. Besides work and cleaning the cat box, lots of things have been making her really quite happy. Weekends have been spent drinking cocktails and listening to the people she loves say funny things. She's been exposed to lots of inspirational talent in every artistic genre. She's been given actual money to sing twice in this calendar year. People are letting her write for the general public. She's made some amazing new friends, one of whom sang Steely Dan's "Peg" just for her at an open mic last night (in an attempt to restore our musical credibility, let us say that the quality of this song has far more longevity than any momentary romance with 80s pop tunes).
After months of hilarity-riddled apoplexy brought on by reading Aaron's blog, she finally met him last night and got proof that he truly is constantly entertaining, verbally and musically. They also were clearly subjects of the same mind-altering experiments as infants, because they simultaneously invented the word 'plagiaristic' when it seemed to be the only appropriate non-word in that moment's context. The only visible thing wrong with him is that he is hot for Rod Stewart. Anyway, for some unknown reason he lives in New Hampshire, which would have been convenient back when she couldn't get tattoos in Massachusetts, but now she's going to have to feed him false information about Pokemon conventions in Boston.
Posted by The Twins at March 23, 2004 10:59 AM
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In 1968, vice President Hubert H. Humphrey debated against Richard Nixon.
In 1968.
It was 1968.
1968.
And I went to a Pokemon convention in Boston about four years ago. I lost against some guy (a couple years older than me, believe it or not) who totally cheated. In fact, if I remember correctly, he beat my team which consisted of Farfetch'd, Psyduck, and yes....EEVEE!
So even if I hadn't read your intentions to fraudulently lure me to your area, I'd still never go to a Pokemon convention in Boston. YOU'RE ALL CHEATERS!!!
(it was 1968.)
Posted by: aaron at March 23, 2004 01:13 PM
Well, it's clear that I have to move to Plan B then.
Posted by: EV at March 23, 2004 01:17 PM