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2005.05.29

Peter Mayhew (Chewbacca) and Myself

I just returned from Star Wars Weekends at Disney with my brother. We had a great time, and I got my “Chewie Is My Co-Pilot” sticker signed by Peter Mayhew (a.k.a.: Chewbacca).

Though I’m awfully tired now that I’m back home, I did manage to put up some pictures at Flickr.

2005.05.25

Well the week is finally over. And by “week”, I mean the three nights of super-intense season finales: Desperate Housewives, 24, and Lost.

Now that those are over, I can now come back from the edge of our couch.

2005.05.23

I must say, I don’t think there’s a better exercise than a tickle-fight. Especially a chasing tickle-fight.

2005.05.21

J.C. Mitchell’s signature cafeteria.

It’s the end of an era. The elementary school my brother Adam and myself went to for grades K through 6 is going to be torn down. The school will remain though, but the buildings we had classes in—the buildings we grew up in—will be torn down to make way for a new and improved school.

However, since the school remained in nearly the same structure and layout for so many years, today they gave us one last day to visit, review newspaper clippings and old photographs, and share our memories with other past students. Although only a few people showed up (I’d estimate no more than 30 or 40 people), those who were there came from a diverse range of years, even as far back as the 1960s.

So while we'll always have our memories (and now a few more photographs to help those memories), we can only hope that the new school they’re building will be far better than the one we enjoyed.

2005.05.19

Since I wound up writing such a long review of attending last night’s midnight premiere of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, I decided to resurrect an old section of my site, and post my thoughts there:

A Review... Star Wars Episode III Midnight Premiere.

2005.05.11

There is a difference between not listening and forgetting.

But I forget what that difference is.

2005.05.07

Part of housesitting for my parents’ four dogs is kind of like playing CSI, or maybe Clue. We know that the location was the hallway and that the weapon was piss, but what we don’t know is who the culprit was.

Was it Shep? The eldest dog who is now getting too old to remember to ask to be let out.

Was it Benji? The one with the most energy who gets easily excited and could have lost control of himself.

Was it Sammy? The spoiled one who always expects to be picked up when some gets home and is growing upset because no one is picking him up.

Was it Sydney? The new one who’s used to being taken out on a leash and may not have fully learned yet how to ask to be let out.

An analysis of the crime scene indicates that the perp was a large dog, thus ruling out Sammy and Benjy. Futher investigation confirms that Syndey has actually barked the previous two mornings (once at 6a.m. and once at 5:30a.m.) when she needed to be let out. Therefore we are left to conclude that it was Shep who committed the crime. However, what can we really do? By the time the scene was found and cleaned up, Shep would have obviously forgotten what he had done and thus any punishment would be useless.

2005.05.04

So I’m reading about this zoo in New York that is going to start using animal waste (particularly from elephants) as an alternative source of energy, and I’m thinking to myself: hmm, I wonder if the White House could start their own alternative energy program with all the bullshit they produce.

2005.05.03

Is it just me, or are we becoming the redneck country of the world?

2005.05.01

I could go on and on about how stupid some people are, but really, doesn’t it just makes you wonder about the idiots who would air one of the most anticipated come-back shows at the same time as another network’s highly rated and reviewed shows? Well, then again, they’re the same morons who cancelled the show in the first place. I guess it just goes to show that they don’t know good programs (nor when to show them) when they have them.

But then I don’t want to go on about those stupid idiotic morons.