My brother-in-law Chris has found his way to the web in the form of a journal. A badly formatted one, but a journal none-the-less. I congradulate him on making the jump from coffee house banter with friends to jornal for the world to see but there’s a few basic rules of english we need to explain to him. One would be our magically friend the paragraph. Hell, just hitting “enter” occasionally would help. Also, I believe this and this could be fairly eductional (especially the last one, it mentions Pocky).
Seriously though, welcome to the web Chris. You’ve been blog-rolled as well. Now… just keep the scary people on your friends list away and we won’t have any trouble… geeesh. Oh, and when you’re ready to leave the scare place that is that Blogger wannabe “Xanga”, just let me know and we’ll get you hooked up with some tasty Moveable Type or some Word Press.
Alright.
So, how many of you spent the afternoon without power? I know I did. It was like camp, only lamer. We had rented the movie room at our apartment for a little Mothers Day cinema experience, complete with cheese dip and brownies. Not five minutes after finishing the first movie the power goes out and the rain and wind pick up. So much so that, back and the apartment, rain started coming in through the windows. Horizontal rain will do that. A few towels later and everything was fine. I brought a few candles and flash lights back over to the movie room where we waited out the storm. After it blew through everyone left and we cleaned up in the dark. The power came back and we watched our second movie with a smaller crowd so it turned out alright in the end. Which reminds me, I’ve got to take the key back over to the office.
Damn, and I hadn’t planned on leaving the apartment today.
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