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This lovely woman Lisa, who was born and raised in Georgia, watching me sign a credit card slip today and saying "Well my word! If that isn't just the fanciest signature I've ever seen!"

All time favorite movie ever: To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. Close runner up: Imagine Me & You. Slutty Summer was really good for the cheese ball factor and especially when you're in the modd to laugh at... how to put this nicely...not the best acting. Sugar was...interesting. We'll just leave it at that. Dorian Blues, once again, cute cheese ball factor. Poster Boy I really want to watch over again, I was distracted the first time around so I don't even remember a good portion of the movie. I know I've seen more movies than that (Working at a movie store for a summer will do that to you) but I can't remeber anything else blatantly gay themed. I know of a couple that are gay vague, but whatever. Enjoy.

My friend Lenny who fell off of the face of the earth months ago called me out of the blue :-)

Happy Birthday :-)

Totally unrelated to the shrimp discussion at hand, but we had home made Potato Pizza for dinner and basically it was amazing. Definately something someone cutting carbs would never want to indulge in, which works out in my favor because then there's more for me. :-)

I managed to not get into a fist fight with my father yesterday. All in all I'd call that a success ;-)

I realize it's a super controversial topic, but my vote goes to stem cells. Psst... http://www.topless-sandal.com/ http://www.footfabulous.com/ http://www.down-unders.com/

I don't think that sadness and melancholy are a good thing or something that should be openly welcomed into your life. I do however think that they are very real parts of life that shouldn't be ignored. Being afraid to be sad is a concept that makes no sense to me. I grew up in a very emotionally expulsive Italian family. We fight more fiercely, laugh louder, and cry harder than most people I have ever met, and there iss never any shame in your emotions regardless of what emotion you are feeling at the time. I realize that people deal with different emotions in different ways and in different time frames, but I've always been the type to face whatever I was feeling head on right away and let it all out. I mourn harder than anyone I have ever met, to the point of being a non-functioning emotional wreck for days. But I also get over tragedy much faster than most people I know. I yell and scream and rant and rave more than all of my friends combined when I am angry. But I also forgive more quickly than any of them. My point is your emotions, what ever they are, need to be accepted for what they are and dealt with accordingly. Sadness is what it is. It's a normal human emotion and there's no shame in dealing with it in a normal human fashion.

Mmm, dinner tonight is at my favorite Japanese restaurant: Miso Soup Shrimp Tempura hand rolls Chicken Yakisoba and last but not least Vietnamese Baby Banana Ice Cream.

Shawn Michaels. My brother was the one who liked watching wrestling. I just liked watching half naked men in spandex...

I would like to take a minute to make something clear on my stance on this topic. I've been re-reading my posts and I think that I may have misrepresented myself in a way. I think I've made it overly clear that I do believe in ghosts. I think I have also made it pretty clear that I am willing to debate the topic until the horse dies. Then debate the topic until the dead horse dies again. Then debate the topic (which is now dead horse^2) into the ground. And then debate the topic until the squared dead horse's ghost dies. I think what I have not made clear is that I do realize that fighting a battle with evidence that is not tangible is an uphill battle. For every point that I make there is a counter point, and the beautiful thing (or insane, depending on how you look at it) is that both of our points are completely rational, to us. You may think that believing in ghosts is not rational and frankly I am okay with that because I believe that mathematics is not rational (You can't square a dead horses ;-) ). So I guess how I really feel about ghosts and spirits and paranormal anomalies is sort of the same way I feel about faith and religion; believing when you have every reason not to. Yes I am irrational. Yes I believe in ghosts. Yes I will fight with you about. No I don't expect to win or even change your ming. And really the only thing that matters is that yes in spite of all of that I respect your opinion on the topic because either of us can be right. Now on with the ghost stories and debating. If nothing else we'll get a good story out of it. :-)

I kind of disagree with you on this one. My friend Deena's house has a random ghost in it. From her living room you can the see the stairs across the hall way. Down the hallways is the kitchen. When you're sitting in her Living room every so often you will see a dark spot coming down the stairs very very slowly. As soon as it hits the bottom the stairs it takes off at lightning speed for the kitchen and then it disappears. How is that story relevant to what you said? Like this. Her dog Maggie sees it. Sees it, points is (she's a beagle), and even growls at it. So once again I took the long way around to get at my point that maggie clearly don't have a human imagination and yet she can still see it. She quite possibly has no imagination at all, she just sees what she sees, ghosts and all. It also ties in with the theory that animals are more preceptive to the paranormal than humans are. I mean I can say from personal experience, it is a little bit creepy when you are standing in a room and all 3 of your cats, your dog, and one of your birds are following something that is moving along the walls of the room when there is clearly nothing in the room. That's just my two cents.

Have a spectacular birthday Vic!!!!! P.S. I just have to say I am sooooo happy to see you back around here.

Ha, I love this topic. I think the best way to sum up the paranormal activity in Watertown is to say this: I have friends who have gone off to colleges in Rhode Island, New York, Massachusetts, even as far away as North Carolina and upon introducing themselves they were greeted with rounds of "Ooooh, you mean the haunted town? Tell us some of the stories!" It may just be random coincedence because there are people in Watertown itself who have never so much as heard the local ghost stories, never mind believe in them. But at some point you do have to wonder exactly what kind of reputation our town has if people you've never met in North Carolina have not only heard of us, but could tell you some of the more famous, reportedly haunted, landmarks. Having lived my entire life in a town known for it's local ghost storeies, I will admit I do believe in ghosts. Maybe too much some times. I started collecting ghosts stories long before my senior year of highschool, but during my senior year I had the opportunity to put them to good use. When I was in high school one of the requirements for passing senior english was doing a project called your "Senior Presentation." It was an oral report with only one requirement; it had to be 12 minutes long. Aside from that it was fair game. So naturally having been fascinated by ghost stories for some time I decided to present a collection of the most famous and most obscure ghost stories revolving around our town. Come time to present, I had a collection of stories, including maps of locations, photographs of houses, and even digital recordings, but nothing could have prepared me for the after effects my presentation had. The salutatoriun of our graduating class stopped me in the middle of my presentation because she had experienced first hand what I had been describing. She was shaking violently and crying. She told her side of the sotry which matched mine perfectly. At that point even our teacher who had been my most skeptical audience member started believing. By the next morning the stories from my presentation had spread through the high school like wildfire. So much so that my teacher took me aside as I walking class the next day and told me that in 30 years of teaching she had seen probably around 500 presentations more well put together, more researched, more documented, but never had she seen a single presentation that was as talked about as mine was. It was probably the proudest moment of my highschool career. Anyway, I could literally babble about this topic for hours, but I'll stop now before you slip into a coma. I guess my overly long winded point is that yes I do believe in ghosts.

Happy Birthday Old Bob :-)

Born in Waterbury. Spent the bulk of my childhood in Oakville. Moved to my current residence in Watertown at the age of 9. Watertown/Oakville are essentially the same town. Waterbury is our neighbor directly to the south. I've also spent time living in Pontelandolfo, Aprilia, and Cisterna. Pontelandolfo is in the state of Campania; Cisterna and Aprilia are in Lazio. My mom's family is spread out through these towns. My grandparents and my mom's youngest brother and sister live in Pontelandolfo. Her oldest brother lives in Cisterna and the oldest of her younger sisters lives in Aprilia. It's funny a thing. I have spent less than a cumulative 6 months in Italy throughout my life. But for some reason I have always seemed more at home there than I do here. I guess my heart will always be in Italy.

I had completely forgotten that quote. In some ways it is appropriate, in some it's not. Good food for thought though.

I'd rather hold my tounge and later on regret not having said something than I would say something and have it be recieved poorly...

This will always be one of my favorites. At Last By Etta James. At last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song At last the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to a dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to a thrill that I have never known You smile you smile oh and then the spell was cast and here we are in heaven for you are mine at last.

Hahahaha, Thank you everyone! Just for the quick update, it is now 6:27 a.m. and I still have not gone to sleep from the party that my Mom's side of the family threw me strating at 5:00 p.m. last night. So any minute now I'm going to take a nap and then be at my Father's family's house for 2 for yet another party, before going out for drinks with my co-workers. I appreciate all the good luck wishes, Lord knows I'll need them :-) Thanks again for the birthday wishes and believe me there will be a full update in my blog soon enough. :-)

Good luck to you! The smell of fresh Basil throws me right back to my child hood. When I lived with my grandparents as a child they had basil growing everywhere. We have that now with flat leaf parsley, which is still heavenly but not nearly as aromatic. Also it doesn't attract as many bumble bees as basil. Also, I don't know how accurate this is because I just happened to glance the study over, I didn't really read it in depth, but I not too long ago read that there is a chemical of some sort in dirt that triggers the release of happy chemicals in your brain. Which explains why so many people find gardening relaxing and enjoyable. So hopefully you will reap twice the benefits. :-) Good luck and good growing!

Happy Birthday Ben.

You loose all of your pens because people like me accidentally clepto them. ;-)

Congratulations Bud. :-)

What is it with you being morbid lately? And also, don't blame your bird for ringing, blame your phone for teaching it how ;-)