still breathing

I don't remember who I got this from... linealyn? This look familiar?

I died in the Dungeon of Ciroccoj

I was killed in a damp corridor by Klostes the arch-demon, whilst carrying...

the Shield of Culturevulture7, the Armour of Socialism, a Figurine of Bear, the Sword of Linaelyn and 37 gold pieces.

Score: 43

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Chris is back. He was in Toronto for two days of psych testing, for the *&%$#@ lawsuit. Bleh.

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House still a bit of a mess, though I'm steadily machete-ing my way through the thickets of dust bunny forests.

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Watched Franch v. Spain today. Damn, I wish I was playing soccer again this summer.

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Finished a 65-chapter fic. The first 55 or so chapters were OK - the characters didn't ring terribly true to me, but the plot kept it going. The last 10 chapters... that was three hours of my life I'll never have back. Bah.

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Got a Law Review article to work on! W00t!

And it's WELL WRITTEN!! She conjugates, she punctuates, she has sources, she had a beta!!

I'm in heaven.

***
Must. Go. To. Bed.

Ten years and counting...

Me: What I was just doing was so much fun! But I'm not going to tell you about it.
Chris: Why, would it shock me?
Me: No, bore you. I was working on the Law Review footnotes.
Chris: Ah. Yeah, don't tell me about that. Would you like to hear what I was doing? Getting my new billing number and setting up hospital privileges?
Me: No. But maybe we can tell each other at the exact same time, so we get to talk but can't hear each other.
Chris: Ooh, good idea!

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In other news, my car remains dead.

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I can't quite believe that the anti-flag burning amendment didn't pass in the Senate. Weird. And now I've got stuck in my mind "Thoughts on the Flag" by Tommy Cash.

I wonder if I can convince Chris to rent Walking the Line. I'm no fan of country music, but my father had a copy of "Johnny Cash Live at San Quentin" that I'm very fond of. My kids are fond of it too; they love "A Boy Named Sue" (also love that one of my inmate students once called me "A Girl Named Jim"), "San Quentin", and "Starkville City Jail Lyrics".

Yes, I like Johnny Cash. And the Indigo Girls. And Ozzy Osbourne. And choral music. And Andean pan pipe music, Zamfir, Charles Aznavour, and ABBA. My random playlist is actually random :)

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OH!! I almost forgot!

Toronto made it to the top of two lists of cities around the world this week. One list was "fifty most expensive cities", and Toronto squeaked in at #47.

The other was "most polite cities in the world". Selected by researchers going to cities around the world and dropping their wallets, trying to open doors while holding awkward packages, etc, and seeing how often other people helped them. Toronto came in third.

Who ranked first and second? Zurich and, believe it or not, New York, New York. Which is hysterical, IMHO. GO New YORK!!