Stop the mundanity!

-aggravation-

You know, on the way in to work, I almost had an idea for another Snippet. I had a nice set up, and could have done a nice little page write-up for it... But now that I'm here, my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton, and I can't even think of a decent post t'make. I'm afraid that my journal may be headed down the dark path towards mundanity, and then it just become less and less enjoyable to write, let alone read.

I got home yesterday afternoon to see an odd van in the driveway and my cousin Tina laying on the couch. Apparently, the van was my aunt's (who had come by presumably to drop off my brothers, Tim and Greg), and my aunt and my mom had gone off somewhere to do something. I made attempts at being sociable (as I love my cousins), but finally went down for a good 30 - 60 min nap. When I got up, my aunt had left, but two of my cousins (Molly and Lisa) had stayed over to spend the night with my sister, Beth. (Yeah, I know, these names are probably utterly meaningless to most of you...)

Come on, Andrew, think 'pertinence.' Uhm, did something Online for a while, before I went off t'play Morrowind (s'a very fun game, though from time to time I lose steam, and interest). We had pasta for dinner, and anyone who's had my mom's pasta..! I love pasta, s'one of my favorite foods. So that was good. The garlic break was a little underdone, though. That was mainly my fault...

<bashful>At one point or another, I was trying to get all the little girls settled and get foodstuffs on the table and the like, and Molly turned t'me and said, "You'll make a good dad." -laughs- I, uhm, would be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the compliment. Granted, coming from an eleven-year-old girl, but still... She is rather the mother-hen of The Little People, anyways...</bashful>

So, yeah, that's about it, I suppose...

That's Gone for Good.

Somewhere, there's a script which reads your public entries and hashes them together into some weird kinda insanity-speach. Most of the time it just sounds like meaningless babble, but every now and again it hits a phrase or two that make just enough sense to be humorous. I like the first line of this one:

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Speeding Tickets and You

I suggest everyone go and read this article on speeding tickets and you. Particularly because, up until recently, I wasn't aware of the options open to me, nor the damage which not taking those options can do. Now, I'll admit that, generally speaking, I am a fast driver. One can hardly deny it. But I also hold that I am a competent driver and a courteous driver, and point out that I've had plenty of experience under my belt (roughly four years of driving, including three trips across the length of the country and many, many trips up to Ohio and down to Virginia). I would further contest that I can handle my car better at 60+ mph than a number of other drivers can do at 45mph, but that starts to get into my opinions on Traffic Laws, and we're not going to go there right now (it'll just make me angry).