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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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never a truer word.
Finishing up errands after work.
Walking by a coffee shop.
Patio full of high-school kids -- big guys and angry, harried-looking girls -- smoking and yelling.
They don't say anything to me, but they make smart remarks when other people pass.
Suddenly, a tiny, impeccably-groomed Italian man -- maybe 70 -- rises from his seat and approaches them.
Collectively, we -- as in everyone else nearby -- take a deep breath. Several of us pause, wondering what might happen, ready to defend his neatly-pressed and crisply-shirted self.
He says only one sentence: "You're embarassing yourselves. Show some class."
They fall silent. A moment later, one boy responds.
"Yes, sir."
The Italian sits back down.
The group remains completely mute until one boy hisses at the de facto spokesman:
"Dude, he was tiny. What the hell do we care about what he thinks?"
(He is whispering, this boy. I wonder if he realizes how funny that is.)
The other kid is sagely quiet for a moment, then responds.
"Grenades are little, too, man. But shove one of those up your ass, and tell me how small it is now."
No one said another word.
That's right.
I am proud to be 5' 3".
Ka-boom.
6:36:57 PM 
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tuesday gibberish.
Because insomnia ate anything more useful.
- I just spent a full minute wondering if "gibberish" was the correct spelling of that word.
- Repeat after me: I WILL NEVER GET SUCKED INTO CHRIS HARRISON'S WEB OF DECEIT AGAIN, ESPECIALLY WHEN POINTY-FACED MEN FAIL TO DO ANYTHING BUT THE MOST PREDICTABLE, OBVIOUS SAFE THING. Oh yes, and -- I loved Moana's dress. I'm not saying Travisty (note: INTENTIONAL SPELLING ERROR) needed to do anything but what he did. And likely, the compatibility choice is the better choice over the chemistry choice. Because in the long term, that's the thing that lasts. OR IS IT? Discuss.
- It's not raining, which always makes me feel as though it's some sort of unofficial holiday in Vancouver.
- A question: Salon services. Well, okay, that was just two words, not really a question at all. But are any of the people (notice that I didn't just say WOMEN) who stop by here salon people? As in, do you get your nails done? Do you go for massages? Facials? Waxage? What treatments and/or thingys will you absolutely not do for yourself? Or are you are very DIY? I know you have your preferences in lip balm figured out. Let's hear the rest. Also -- best shade of eyeshadow? Men, I know you're rolling your eyes and looking for more valid content, but I was so sleepy I got tangled in the curtain getting into the shower today. I got nothing.
- Today is absolutely a triple-shot day.
- The noise. The noise is gone. We don't know how. Nothing was fixed. It could come back. But to the noise I say: We don't need any crying wookies here.
- I can honestly say I have never before typed the words (or even thought them, really), "We don't need any crying wookies here."
- Off to worky. I promise, something more useful this evening.
And just so you know -- I WOULD GIVE ALL OF YOU THE ROSE.
7:12:55 AM
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