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Like I've said before, this is not meant to be a keep-you-updated-on-my-life blog. However, I believe a scope into this part of my life will do you some good. I'm the "VG Comics Club" sponsor and I'm taking notes...dubious notes. The verbiage and acks. are unreal! (Game Informer Magazine, 202nd edition is in the center of the circle, creating quite a stir. The newbie brought it in...strategic move) "System Shock II...yea it scaaaaared me, in 1999" (that was when he was 2 years old) "That's a cool mini gun!" "I'm not even sure I could find that on ebay." (in reference to the mini guns) "That's from Halo War right? Rated T for Teenager?" "Rated T games aren't as much exciting as the other games" (light years ahead of his time) " Spartacus Blood and Sand is not like Spartacus!" (heeeeello?) "I was 7 years old and I bought a rated M game, Time Splitters , and I loved it." (M mea

Breakthrough. That's what occurred 48 hours ago... Where you ask? At Tuesday night church social time. This is not the official name but I believe it is a descriptive one. This event is not just my "social time"...that time is not limited to one day a week, please. It's not just "church time" c'mon you know that's on Sundays! (Sundays when I'm up before 11am and decide to attend, oops). It is literally church social time, on Tuesday nights. *I must admit this particular pocket of social time is in fact limited to one night a week! Some might say that the side of me that rises to the surface (like a volcanic, lava-y eruption, most Tuesday evenings post "church social time") is my cynical side. Actually...it's not cynicism...it's realism. I don't think there are enough gigs or bites (or whatever!) on this site to go into great detail on the subject matter at hand. Nor do I have enough time before my 10pm scheduled slumber...a

I just recently entered iPhone world. And what a beautiful world it is. I'm thinking of writing to the "Mac Daddy" and pitching this commercial... Need your checking account balance at your fingertips... because you've been known to overspend a time or two ? There's an app for that. Social networking WHAT?! ( Facebook unless you're living in '05 and still a myspacer) There's an app for that. No sense of direction whatsoever ? There's an app for that . Don't consider yourself a gamer but can appreciate certain intellectual "activities" related to word play, while waiting in line at the Post Office perhaps ? There's an app for that . SHAZAM! 'nuf said. Less than par bar tending skills due to serving experience limited to sailors ? There's an app for that . No sense of what's going on in your world or local news and feel embarrassed when you pretend to with coworkers, or just people who are smarter than you are? There

While I am an ultimate athlete, my dear friend is...a ninja. A ninja with secret moves. Wednesday is one of my favorite days of the week because of the long-standing tradition..."Women's Support Group." This is not the actual title of the evening, it's actually called "Wednesday Night Dinner." Tomato, tomoto. With three days of running under my belt (back on the wagon) for the purpose of being able to tighten my belt (sorry, bad word play) I planned a run date with one of the "WND" gals before dinner. With much strategerie, I put my front door key (what I thought was the key for the front door) on my shoelace. I don't even like holding things when I'm standing or walking, much less running. Off we go. Running on the pier is lovely and the waves are a sight (the swell is gnar would be the translation for people that actually surf). We return to my home and realize that the only door we will be opening with the key I have tied to my shoelac

...actually I'm far from it. Just ask my big sister. The one fight we ever had consisted of two statements: Me: "You SUCK at softball!" Her: "Well you SUCK at soccer!" There are two things that are noteworthy from this dialogue. The first is that I have had a clear love for the "S" word since childhood (the last post being proof enough), and second, that it is true...I DO suck at soccer. Also I suck at most other sports. Being the "easy-going" and "fun-loving" teacher that I am (the two-word hyphenates that I strive to live up to at work!) I agreed to work with another teacher in his elective class. We all pitched our electives to the student body and the ones with the most sign ups were established-who'da thought junior highers wouldn't love a sweaty combo of aerobics, kick boxing and crazy dance moves! Needless to say, my pitch for "Cardio Craze" was nixed. Teaching friend Mr. Energy's "Ultimate Athlete

It's one of those weeks where...I'm not even sure how to finish this sentence. I suppose I could sum it up by saying I just want to take a nap. That, however would only be possible if I could sleep! Generally there is one thing I can always do and that is to sleep. There is seriously something wrong if slumber is out of my repertoire. It's the first week back from my "Winter Break." Most of us call it "Christmas Break" but I'm learning to get better at speaking to the masses, meaning 60 students that may or may not actually celebrate Christmas (although I'm guessing most do since this teacher, right now if you could see me I'd be pointing my two thumbs toward myself and smiling in a creepy way, made out like a bandit on gifts from 6th graders. Uh thank you.) I'm probably not allowed to complain after a two-week break, which is why I'm not complaining, but merely narrating how my week has unfolded. The body is doing some awesome thi