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I did pretty well for a round or two, but I finally missed a feint and he slipped a nasty uppercut through my guard, knocking me, (in my dream), unconscious.
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Sat May 5 19:23:28 2007
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Date: Sat, 5 May 2007 20:23:18 -0300
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Relaxing up to a point, since I once again ran into the rare elusive
dangerous Gray Dire Cat near the old footbridge.
Kevin (now astounded, amazed) - SIGNED!
Evey (Natalie Portman) scarfs down her eggy, and then helps fight
oppression. For example, I came up with a new variety of Very Angry
Squid - Soreteuthis.
Me - No, thanks, Kevin - not interested. Kevin (now astounded, amazed) -
SIGNED!
Kevin (now astounded, amazed) - SIGNED!
I confess that I don't attempt the elegant flip that V performs, above.
I finally feinted and dodged around her and got away. Forget Chinese
fire drills - Chinese bus stops are where the action is.
Still in my dream, I regained consciousness.
From left to right - Shtinky Puddin, Guard Dog, Earl and Mooch. (Kevin
prefers the simple direct approach in sales).
Lisa goes into Archie's technical details in a blog post in which she
also says some very nice things about these pages.
It couldn't have been my accent, which is flawless. Me - No, thanks,
Kevin - not interested.
This is Panabasis's fourth anniversary.
Me - The print I saw was signed by the conspirators.
And the OCR software's tendency to read cosmic as comic - as in Comic
Janus - is beginning to piss me off - it just doesn't want to learn. And
then have a snack at the salad bar. I walked past the booth of a dealer
in historic photographs - let's call him "Kevin".
While in my state of unconsciousness, I dreamed that I was a minor
functionary in a small underfunded museum - it was horrible. But what is
the portrait of Gus doing there on the coffee table?
I did pretty well for a round or two, but I finally missed a feint and
he slipped a nasty uppercut through my guard, knocking me, (in my
dream), unconscious.
It couldn't have been my accent, which is flawless.
Did they think people wouldn't remember?
Above, Maxine confronts the predator.
Ancient Rome celebrated January 7 with games held in the Circus
dedicated to the god Janus.
Evey (Natalie Portman) scarfs down her eggy, and then helps fight
oppression. I had loaded up on more pork buns and an order of beef flank
noodles at a nearby bakery.
Also in antique European headgear news, I saw a fellow in downtown DC
wearing a reproduction French World War I cap (a bonnet de police, not a
kepi) the other day.
There's a bus stop in nearby Rockville, just down the road from the
Janus Museum.
In the background, Joan's going for more cookies. to him - he studiously
looked away from me - ignored me. Did they think people wouldn't
remember?
Above, a charming "Peaceable Kingdom" type snap - Leroy, the lion, lying
down with the calamare. I walked a bit closer - snapped his photo - he
didn't go into his attack crouch, nor growl or show his fangs - just
stood there, looking almost friendly.
I learned this fascinating fact while slaving away at my current
project, making an e-text from Bessie Rebecca Burchett's important
study, Janus in Roman Life and Cult (1918). I had loaded up on more pork
buns and an order of beef flank noodles at a nearby bakery. Oh, it's the
finest thing!
Relaxing up to a point, since I once again ran into the rare elusive
dangerous Gray Dire Cat near the old footbridge. Guess what we had for
breakfast this morning? Even though it's only the lightest dusting, our
expected lucrative bus tour of Japanese tourists has already cancelled -
great depression reigns in the gift shop. Kevin had on display a large
albumen print of the image above, the execution of the Lincoln
conspirators in the yard of Washington's Old Arsenal Prison.
We fought bare-handed, for some reason - no mitts.
Not shown, but alway to be feared - deer ticks. Kevin (now astounded,
amazed) - SIGNED! Forget Chinese fire drills - Chinese bus stops are
where the action is. Further developments will be reported as they
occur, if not before. Also in antique European headgear news, I saw a
fellow in downtown DC wearing a reproduction French World War I cap (a
bonnet de police, not a kepi) the other day.
As this illustration, one of Josef Lada's famous images from The Good
Soldier Svejk, clearly shows.
It couldn't have been my accent, which is flawless.
Kevin (offended) - Oh, really?
As I passed him, I winked and said On les aura! I read my book - The
Fall of the House of Habsburg, by Edward Crankshaw - very exciting -
which distracted me from the uproar of the Chinese variety show playing
on the bus TVs. Certainly there is no mention of rum being involved in
the cult of the god Janus, according to Bessie Rebecca Burchett's
important study, Janus in Roman Life and Cult (1918). I still call them
firehouse eggs, by the way.
My jaw was quite sore. We fought bare-handed, for some reason - no mitts.
