tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327560822011-11-15T15:12:31.255+02:00[...] containing rants from a barren landscape moved for an outside point of view. You know, stuff like that.Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-72165480678012301062011-11-15T15:04:00.003+02:002011-11-15T15:12:31.278+02:00

SoThis is not a re-run of an earlier entry. I am in fact - and surprising the living fuck out of everyone while at it, mind - seeing someone. And have been for very nearly three (3) months.It's even going fairly well.There have been a couple of horror stories on the way through, post the gf and pre the bf (yes, a bf, for the 1st time ever) and these might get written down and detailed along the

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RightMy G_d, what a carnival of dullness and woe this area has become of late.So to lighten it up, an amusing picture of a bear:You can thank me later.-eND-

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SoIt's time once again.Anniversaries of difficult things gone past, easily remembered because they coincide with my mom's birthday. It's been a shit time for the last three years, but I'm feeling a little more optimistic this time around.At least, I am for now. Ask me again on Monday.Last year it felt like there was a conspiracy against me. I met my ex-gf exactly a year ago today; the Anniversary

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SoLittle over a year ago, one of the Wives leaped out of her car as we arrived back to back for a party at a friend's place, and started yelling quite excitedly at me on the driveway.-o-: What's your type?-d-: What?-o-: What's your type? You know, your type? What is it?-d-: My type?-o-: Yes! You know. What is your type?-d-:Okay, what does she look like?-o-: Don't worry about that! Just tell me

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-46378556271950186462010-07-26T17:56:00.003+02:002010-07-26T18:00:25.892+02:00

>>Did I lose [name]?Yes, it seems, yes I did.Worse yet, I found out about it 3 years to the day since this did me in, and through the same medium too.Some things are just not that easy to get up from, you know.-d-

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If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.For the simple reason that every man must be his own Buddha in the end.-d-

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SoI swear to G_d that I am going to find the cretin who created this one, the system\g-923-321231-blahblah\driver.exe bullshit one that lives on flash drives, and when I do I swear to G_d I am going to walk up to him, all nice and smiling and friendly and then I am going to kick him as hard as I fucking can in the balls. And when he stops vomiting and his eyes stop watering and he's able to

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SoGads - a year has passed since I wrote this and would you believe the fucking thing stil isn't finished?Someone please check to make sure that procrastination isn't in the 10 commandments or anything like that otherwise I'll be heading down to the place where the heat comes from all around instead of a nice warm sun suspended happily in a calm blue sky and people scream all the time rather

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SoRemember, kids: when driving in the stifling summer heat with the fan/AC blasting away attempting to keep you cool, gases emitted from your nethers are likely to be blown right up into your face with not-exactly hilarious results.This has been a public service announcement from your friendly neighbourhood ninja.-eND-

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SoSome years back, our man -d- blogged a rather lengthy piece about Poker Night and the shit that comes along with it if you let it.We've been playing comparatively regularly since then and it hasn't been without issues. One of the guys and the usually placid other one only narrowly avoided a punch-up at one of the games, which is what you get when you let the women stay in for the night instead

-elNinjaDiablo-http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927009869096058558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-21055982321367908892009-02-24T12:34:00.008+02:002009-02-24T13:05:50.032+02:00

MessageThis is an edited reply to an email from one of my best friends, also a -d-, in Oz.__________________________________________________________>>>Hey Dude Yo >>>Whasuuup! How are things going with you? Long time no hear. Same shit, different day. You know how it is. I'm almost writing my PhD thesis full time, just wrapping up 2 mouse experiments which we think would give the whole

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The thing I loathe above all others is inefficiency by other people, particularly when they require efficiency from me first in order to do whatever it is they need to do.I seriously, seriously need a holiday.*This entry may well be revised, buffed up, made pretty and extensively rewritten in the coming days. But it's good enough, for now.-d-*Sniper's rifle, obviously

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SoI have a thing for nudity. You've probably guessed as much from the content you've seen/read in here, so this shouldn't really come as a surprise to anyone who knows me or who has encountered me in either my real world or internet self. It's kinda just one of those things.Nudity - I love it! Public, private, in/appropriate... it's all wunderbar. But don't get me wrong, here: I'm not a nudist. I

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SoSome years ago, back when I was feeling creative and all that, I wrote a song. Well, no, that's not entirely true - I wrote half a song.I banged out the chords one afternoon in 1995 or thereabouts, and I put together the first verse and the chorus sometime in the next few days. I left it at that, until some weeks later when I half-heartedly wrote the second verse. I left it at that, expecting

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SoYears ago, plural, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the 90s, I went off to the small seaside town of Hermanus for a break with some friends. I was about to enter my 3rd year of university to graduate, and it was a trip we'd planned for some time. It was New Year and the plan was to see it on the beach.A mate of mine and I both nearly drowned that afternoon, caught in a riptide after

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SoFollowing last week's run in with The Secret, I have been trying very hard to bend the universe to my will. It has sort-of worked, in parts. Sort-of. Not enough to say for sure that is genuine, though.Having said that, I'm using the broken-telephone version of The Secret, aren't I? I haven't read the book, I haven't watched the DVD, I haven't attended any seminars on the thing. All I have is 1-

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SoLast night, a whole bunch of us from the karate club got to have dinner with the 2008 World's Best Mayor and leader of the official .za opposition party, the Democratic Alliance. We were there as the office-bearers of the karate club and being given an award for social and community service.Our good mate, Tony, of 1-nut fame, is the club chairman, so he actually got to go up to receive the

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SoOn a hot summer's morning, sitting in traffic with the temperature supposed to reach a good high of 32 Centigrade, here's a helpful hint: it sometimes* helps to turn your fan on full-blast and aim the air vents down the legs of your boardshorts.It helps even more if you happen to be wearing loose boxers underneath those.I feel like I'm channeling -eND-. That can't possibly be a good thing.-d-*

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-6631310492833470912008-11-19T15:26:00.007+02:002008-11-25T11:14:40.657+02:00

SoThere's very little to watch on .za tv on a Sunday, particularly in the morning. There's all the various Jesus stuff, obviously, and occasionally there is something watchable on Discovery or The Beeb, but that's only occasionally. It's frightening that even with our satellite dish, there is very little which I find watchable whenever I'm parked in front of the IQ-sucking tv.I believe it was The

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Sunset Tan - anyone watch this show?Last Monday night I dialled in the wrong number on the satellite receiver and found myself on Sunset Tan instead of BBC Prime for sketchy Graham Norton. Ordinarily I would have just checked out of there because it is complete shit, from the absolute bottom of the biggest barrel of shit, but I did witness an unbelievable exchange between a client and the salon

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SoThere's an ad campaign for Levis 501 jeans, called Live unbuttoned.Apparently the ads are all quite sexual, and - depending on your viewpoint - disgusting/morally reprehensible/irresponsible/pick an epithet. I've only seen one of them thus far, and I can't really tell which of the four punted on the Levistrauss.com page it is. I suspect it's probably the first one, Unbreakable, and I'll admit

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Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!You ever one of those pees where it builds, and builds, and you're too busy to sort it out, and it builds up more and more and there's so much pressure and it keeps building and eventually you realise that you're actually this close to blowing your bladder out through the back end of your spine and you bolt for the bathroom and drop trou and have a pee so good, so

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SoIt's that time again... it's a leap year and it's summer and that can only mean one thing: Olympics!I do so love the Games of the Olympiad; and I absolutely adore the Olympic movment. What I would do to be in there, somewhere... I'd seriously consider selling a testicle, to be honest. It's one of the few things I can fully buy into, absolutely 100%, body and soul. I love everything they stand

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SoIt was Saturday, and I had a long, hard day at the karate club. We worked our arses off at the annual 12-hour endurance training marathon, 6am to 6pm, and it was fucking macho. More macho than three Hell Nights in the middle of a boxing match, that's how macho it was.I then rather stupidly went to a party. Stupid because I didn't think it would be a good idea to go, but you can't sniff at the

-elNinjaDiablo-http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927009869096058558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-1418701007488314202008-08-04T14:17:00.005+02:002008-11-25T11:16:06.820+02:00

It's shit to be an immigrant.I know so many of these people. Such is the way of the world at present, it seems, for everyone to strike out to seek their fortune away from home, just like they used to in all those Brothers Grimm fairy tales.You have to watch out for the big bad wolf, of course, because he's a bastard, but that's not the point. The things which tend to knock you down as an

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OkaySo, it's been a year since this did a complete number on us here. I was expecting someone to have written something about it, but it seems it hasn't happened. At least, not yet.I can't imagine he forgot about it - difficult, since it's the day of another friend's birthday, so the two events - unfortunately - will always be connected now. And I know it's not been far from his thoughts, as with

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A good grounding is important. I don't mean grounding as in foundation, although those are clearly necessities - a lot of the issues I ended up fixing when I was tutoring kids in physics and chemistry were basically a result of bad grounding in maths. But I don't mean that kind of grounding. This sort of grounding is the down-to-earth kind.It's good to come down to earth once in a while. It's as

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Gentlemen, please trim!Every day, the urinals at my office are cleaned. It might even be twice a day, I don't know. But every time I go in there for a wee, there are pubes all over the bloody things. Long ones, grim ones, and altogether eeeuw ones, stuck to the ceramic bowls of the individual piss-pots in their grim, gooey glory.Now, because I am completely shameless, I'll tell you that this

-elNinjaDiablo-http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927009869096058558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-49222268948970079182008-06-30T11:12:00.004+02:002008-07-11T12:42:08.135+02:00

SoLast night was the Euro 2008 final, held in Vienna. I've never been to Austria, but I do know an Austrian (annoying. G_d, I'd love to punch her), and several of my mates have been there and apparently it's all lovely and that.Anyway, it was Final night, and -d- usually does a slap-up binge for Finals. He's had several big ones over the years, usually the night of the Champions' League final in

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Okay, so I know the Yoda-esque way of titling each post is going to fall flat at some stage, and perhaps this could have just been written as On friends with benefits, but I'm sticking with it for now. I'm feeling a little contrary today, possibly only to be perverse, but I'm not particularly bothered about it.Not yet, at any rate.It never rains till it pours, does it? Here I am, at my advanced

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"Heavy on the lungs, bru, heavy on the lungs."This peculiar sentence, combining a single, arbitrary, repeated phrase, was my sole interaction with some dude at the gym the other day. I think he was complaining that the steam room was too hot - which it was because the other clients at the gym are cunts who can't fucking read - because I went in there about ten seconds after he did, and he left

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Recently, I had a haircut.Okay, it was nearly 6 months ago, the first time, but in terms of memory and muscle memory and stuff like that, it was recent.My hair was long, for a while, and then longish for the most part. I started growing it when I was 18, and it was never not short enough to be tied up in a ponytail until 6 months ago. It was last cut short in December 1994 when I was just 18, and

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-71714812592266749132008-05-06T12:00:00.004+02:002008-11-20T12:39:52.500+02:00

Nasal, huh? Cock.It's been 287 days since my boy Wim inadvertantly blew me out of the water. It's amazing how a tiny titbit of information - mentioning that someone got married - can do so much... damage is probably too strong a word, but I haven't yet thought of a suitable synonym. It's not Wim's fault - he's a good guy to have on your side, I reckon; while you could easily do worse, you may

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-39608586101140866802008-05-04T10:57:00.003+02:002008-11-25T11:36:45.322+02:00

OkaySo, here in a nutshell is a little bit about the way of things in here. There are two of us. You can see it there on the right, where it says "Contact us" See? No? I meant there on the left. Sorry.See it now? Good.So... hi. I am -eND-, or elNinjaDiablo, the DevilNinja. My stuff shows up in a cool pinky-red-crimson colour. You can tell from my use of colour that I am not an American. Maybe you

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First up, I'm taking my name off the preceding post, On H, or as I will refer to it from now, the H post. -d-, aka my co-author Jennan29, forgets that I don't know many of the people he was at school with, since I wasn't always around back then, so that's part of the reason. I do know H, though, but...More importantly, it's his story. I gotta tell you, that whole H thing really hit him, hard. Wow

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H was my first real crush, years ago. She was the first girl to move me, to really rile up those butterflies that start fluttering in adolescence. I can truly say that, back then, I loved her for her mind more than anything else. She was tall and skinny, with angular features and a way out laugh, (which I seemed to draw from her almost effortlessly back then). She was just... something else.She

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I just regaled my Honours student with the rather amusing and bemusing tale of the Horrendous Blood Pressure Incident of 1999.It occurs to me now, several years older, wiser and more jaded, that it was probably at that time when I felt most humbled by anything. There was the near-drowning and subsequent lifeguard rescue - long story - on a packed beach on a summery New Year's Eve afternoon back

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-75994223531583493132007-06-21T11:47:00.002+02:002008-11-25T11:19:06.548+02:00

SoFollowing the entertainment by the sharp end of Nature at the local unofficial nude beach, the time officially came to put the oft-aforementioned tiles into their new abode; to whit, one bathroom floor at chateau moi.To cut a longish story short (for a change) there is a reason that people pay other people a gigantic amount of money to do construction work. While I am still morally opposed to

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-47553583453094725362007-06-18T15:01:00.002+02:002008-11-25T11:19:28.325+02:00

SoThis is a long entry, and I could probably cut it down quite a bit if I wanted to, but I'm not going to for the sake of completeness and because a bit of background is never a bad thing.Following a good crack at going large at Big T's dodgy Big Bash Friday night - and dodgy it was, that's for sure, but my good mate -eND- did predict that - I awoke to a Saturday which had dawned bright and sunny

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-91070504471782614882007-06-15T11:51:00.004+02:002008-11-25T11:28:02.360+02:00

It's Friday. "It's the weekennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby!" as the hopeless clowns who phone into morning radio get to scream if they want to during the Phonecalls section on a Friday on the nation's most famous station. I don't listen to it much anymore - the music is too shit. They should fucking figure it out, sooner rather than later, because when only every 3rd track is good and the

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I tend to watch a lot of snippets of nature programmes on tv. I try to shy away from watching the entire thing, because I prefer technology to nature in my documentaries - give me the comedic Mythbusters or occasional nudity of Men in White, or the carnage of an Air Crash Investigation or the wow-factor of Megastructures over most of the animal things any day - and also because they are so

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It seems that indeed I am about to embark on what will hopefully be a blast from the past, as it were.In my group of undergrad classmates, from waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the Class of '96, there was a kind-of core of guys I knew better than anyone else in the class. I suppose it's like that everywhere you go - at the office, you'll have guys you are friendly with, and guys you are actually

Jennan29http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702287955937755629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32756082.post-70943924117673238872007-05-17T11:20:00.002+02:002008-11-20T14:29:11.352+02:00

WowIt's been a touch on 2 months since I last wrote anything down. Anything anywhere, really, of substance, including my numerous other pet projects, eternally under revision, which have yet to see anything approaching a.) completion and b.) the cold light of day.There is cold light of day here in Cape Town at the moment. It's also pissing down. Yeah, we need the rain but I'm much more a summer

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SoTony got some good news last week, and also some bad news. He checked in Sunday night for chemo Monday morning. On Monday, the doctor came to see him. He's not so much a doctor as a specialist, not even a consultant - a specialist, who trains other specialists-to-be, and quite high up and hoity-toity."I've got good news and bad news, son.""What's the bad news?" Bearing in mind, this is a guy

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I found out last night that my friend and fellow karate student Tony has been diagnosed with testicular cancer.He's 22, fit and (we thought) completely healthy.They went in to drain some fluid off one of his boys last week - he's had an issue of some sort with the boys previously, and required fluid drainage before - and ended up removing it and doing a biopsy javascript:void(0)on the second

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SoWould you believe that for the first time since my age was in the single digits, I intend to get back into shape? Other than round, I mean.Yes - round may well be a shape, but that's not the shape I'm looking for. I'm looking for good shape, the sort of good shape in which one finds people when there are professional pictures of them in which they are wearing no clothes. That's the kind of

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The phone rang, 9:20ish Saturday morning, about 10 minutes after my cell phone alarm had woken me up. I had an option to bail on the call - "are you guys at home?" is the traditional question asked before whoever picks up the phone - but I said nothing and so technically was at home to whomever sought me.Surprise! It was for me; the karate club on the horn. I try to not sound like I was sleeping

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Did I lose [name]?I think I did, you know. No. I know I did; in fact, that's one of the very few things I can be sure of at this moment in time. Okay, there are a few others, but this is one which I return to almost daily.Sometimes I wonder if I ever stood a chance. And if I did, why on earth did I not take it? Actually, I know the answer(s) to that one too - if I stood a chance, I didn't take it

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this is a (very dull) test.-d-

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SoFor the second time in recent weeks, I find myself drinking far too much and swearing for more frequently than usual (which is actually rather a lot, depending on company) while attempting to play poker like James Bond did of late in Casino Royale.Of course, his was high-stakes stuff. Millions on the table. A custom kitted-out MI6-spec Aston Martin Vanquish DB9 in the parking lot. In Montenegro

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Okay, so there isn't technically a "fester" in festivities at all, otherwise it would be festervities, which would in fact make a great title for a pseudo-punk album. Except that people would look at it and mumble to themselves "festervities?" (pronouncing it fes-TER-vities, thus losing the gimmick), and then wonder if it was spelled incorrectly and ruin the entire joke.People can be really

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SoWent to a cocktail do on Saturday. Dress: smart, no less. I have a thing about dressing smart - it weirds me out a lot. Something to do with the way my dress pants hang, I reckon, because they feel too light, like they're not actually on, and while I am a great proponent of frolicking about in the nick from time to time, dressy occasions are perhaps not the time. So I don't generally do getting

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Yup, I've done it again. Hooray!'nuff said, really.-d-

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Wedding Bell Blues - a modern tragedyProtagonists:Dale - dashing, suave and debonair man of the world, in his own mind if nothing elseCarla - a nice girl from my neck of the woods, age 22Craig - a nice boy, likewise from my neck of the woods, age 25The Girlfriend - a nice-on-the-surface-but-the-joke-most-definitely-is-on-you-in-the-end kind of girl, perhaps unsurprisingly also from my neck of

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Hell Night... ah, what burning misery it is!The Shuhari Karate club, where I ply my trade, has had many minor facelifts in the 13-odd years since I joined up there. Back in the early days (when the club was already about 23 years old) we had 2 sessions a week, and there was a circuit each night. We'd set out the stations - about 10 in all - and everyone would do their thing.After we moved

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SoSome three weeks post my initial insufficiency, I have managed somehow to do it again. Just my right wrist this time, but fuck me it hurts!It hurts even just sitting doing nothing. It hurts a lot if I have to move it, or push anything (like a door) or carry heavy stuff. It even hurts to do a few lengths of freestyle in the gym pool, which it didn't before.Anyway, got some more ultrasound from

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There are bones in the arm and hand and attachments. Lots of them. Sixty in all, of which fifty four are in the hand.There's a radius, and an ulnar. There are carpals and metacarpals and phalanges, or fingers.There are ligaments and tendons and veins and arteries and nerves, too. The hand is a very complex bit of machinery, it seems.We're interested in two bones in particular at this time, the

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Well... it's all over.Finally called an end after a series of complete non-starters at 10:55am today, and told three of the other four between 11:30 and 11:40 .za time.Sad, but true.And inevitable.-d-

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So this is the plan: Symmetry, following a fairly successful first ever gig back in November of ’96 and a second less-so but still not bad one in November of 2005, are planning a third for September of 2006. Yes – that’s right, for my own big one. The numbers I put next to “age” on any form I fill in are changing to 30 from 29 in just 27 days. The countdown officially began some time ago and this

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**this is reposted in edited form from my old but still active blog at http://sitdiary.net/jennan27**soIt's official, everybody - I think I have missed my calling. Or at least arrived at it a little late, having not taken the proverbial left turn at Albuquerque.As always, first a bit of background: It's been just over 2 years ago since my beautiful camera arrived (interestingly, or perhaps not,

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So, since this is my first entry here, why not jump right into the potentially shark-infested waters of what might be considered controversial to some people and start off with something about religion, because hey, why not, right? Indeed. Incidentally, my spelling may be a little up the pole because my n key is currently misbehaving, so words like misbehaving may actually come up as

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