Jamocha shakes rule! LOL
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27 June 2010
I'm thinking Arby's!
It's not nice to imply that God swears...
On Friday, when I had all the boys except Marc (who was still at camp) over to help me move the rest of my stuff, we were just sitting around, talking about anything and everything that came to mind, when Daniel said something that caused me to remark, “God probably looks down here and thinks, ‘WTF!’” (except I said the entire phrase).
Next thing I hear is Jeff exclaiming, “BLASPHEMY!”
Scott said I’d have to confess that. “Confess what?” I asked.
“That you implied that God swears.”
“Oh, come on,” I said, “What am I going to say in the confessional, Scott? ‘Bless me Father for I have sinned; it’s been 30 years since my last confession’…?”
Jeff said, “Yeah, that’s a good start.” To which Scott said, “YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TO CONFESSION IN 30 YEARS?!”
“Oh,” I said, “Do I need to confess that too? And what kind of penance do you think I’d get?”
Jeff started out with “1500 Hail Marys, 1000 Acts of Contrition, 2000 Our Fathers…”
“My tongue would fall out first if I did that!” I said.
“Oh, and bring me your tongue as proof you did all of that!” Jeff said. Then he mimed handing over his tongue and started making vocalizations that sounded like someone who had lost their tongue.
And, I abso-fucking-lutely lost it!
I was laughing so hard I was holding my breath (“Breathe, Mom!”), my eyes were watering, and I had to flee to the bathroom because I suddenly had to pee! And I laughed hysterically while I was in the bathroom, too!
The thing that got me, even today, is that Jeff could still do that and get me started on a major giggle fit.
It’s not nice to imply God is human!
Next thing I hear is Jeff exclaiming, “BLASPHEMY!”
Scott said I’d have to confess that. “Confess what?” I asked.
“That you implied that God swears.”
“Oh, come on,” I said, “What am I going to say in the confessional, Scott? ‘Bless me Father for I have sinned; it’s been 30 years since my last confession’…?”
Jeff said, “Yeah, that’s a good start.” To which Scott said, “YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TO CONFESSION IN 30 YEARS?!”
“Oh,” I said, “Do I need to confess that too? And what kind of penance do you think I’d get?”
Jeff started out with “1500 Hail Marys, 1000 Acts of Contrition, 2000 Our Fathers…”
“My tongue would fall out first if I did that!” I said.
“Oh, and bring me your tongue as proof you did all of that!” Jeff said. Then he mimed handing over his tongue and started making vocalizations that sounded like someone who had lost their tongue.
And, I abso-fucking-lutely lost it!
I was laughing so hard I was holding my breath (“Breathe, Mom!”), my eyes were watering, and I had to flee to the bathroom because I suddenly had to pee! And I laughed hysterically while I was in the bathroom, too!
The thing that got me, even today, is that Jeff could still do that and get me started on a major giggle fit.
It’s not nice to imply God is human!
24 June 2010
Evaluate "Blogging for Journalists" Summer 2010
1. How would you improve this class?
The only thing I can think of is to have a daily topic to blog about. After that assignment is completed, then students can blog about anything else they choose.
2. What was the most valuable part of the class for you?
Learning that something that I've been doing for seven years could actually help me in a future career in communications!
3. What was the least valuable part of the class for you?
Though it's nice that we're able to post videos and music on our blogs, that, too, should have some kind of daily theme.
4. Would a book (Google Blogger for Dummies) help?
It couldn't hurt. I'm actually considering buying it some time in the near future.
All in all, I really enjoyed this class! I hope that I can keep up this blog now that the class is ending and use what I've learned in other pursuits on my way to that sheepskin!
The only thing I can think of is to have a daily topic to blog about. After that assignment is completed, then students can blog about anything else they choose.
2. What was the most valuable part of the class for you?
Learning that something that I've been doing for seven years could actually help me in a future career in communications!
3. What was the least valuable part of the class for you?
Though it's nice that we're able to post videos and music on our blogs, that, too, should have some kind of daily theme.
4. Would a book (Google Blogger for Dummies) help?
It couldn't hurt. I'm actually considering buying it some time in the near future.
All in all, I really enjoyed this class! I hope that I can keep up this blog now that the class is ending and use what I've learned in other pursuits on my way to that sheepskin!
23 June 2010
If it's going to be 103 degrees...
don't say it's going to be 95 and with the heat index it will feel like 103!
That's what I don't get about the weather people on TV. If it's going to feel like it's hot, then tell us it's going to be that hot, and not confuse people with heat indexes and other stuff.
Same thing in the winter with the wind chill... if it's going to feel like it's 20 degress, tell me it's 20 degrees, not that it's 25 degrees.
I know, that's just the way the weather is here in Oklahoma, but I've noticed other places I've lived, too. Like Norfolk, VA and Boston.
If it's hot enough to melt asphalt (like it was the one summer I was in Wyoming four years ago), or cold enough to freeze the water in your pipes, please just tell me now.
Or just fast forward to fall already!
That's what I don't get about the weather people on TV. If it's going to feel like it's hot, then tell us it's going to be that hot, and not confuse people with heat indexes and other stuff.
Same thing in the winter with the wind chill... if it's going to feel like it's 20 degress, tell me it's 20 degrees, not that it's 25 degrees.
I know, that's just the way the weather is here in Oklahoma, but I've noticed other places I've lived, too. Like Norfolk, VA and Boston.
If it's hot enough to melt asphalt (like it was the one summer I was in Wyoming four years ago), or cold enough to freeze the water in your pipes, please just tell me now.
Or just fast forward to fall already!
22 June 2010
Congrats! You just became the mayor of...
I use this little app called Foursquare that follows me wherever I go (and I remember to update my location). It's a neat little thing, but then you become the mayor of someplace you've been to all of twice.
Like Pops in Arcadia, for example.
The first time I went to Pops, it was a few days after my birthday in February. It's where I wanted to go for the family party. I checked in with Foursquare and thought nothing more of it.
A couple of weeks later, Daniel (Number 1 Son) and I went after our respective classes, and again, I checked in with Foursquare. But this time, I found out I was now the "mayor" of Pops in Arcadia! And as far as I know, I'm still the mayor of Pops.
I haven't been back since that trip with Daniel, either.
If you check in at home, you become mayor of your house. Like "duh"? So I am the mayor of what I have called "Casa de Pera" (House of Pears). Of course you're going to be the mayor of where you live! I usually just check in, then "go off the grid" while I'm there. No one needs to know I named my apartment's location Casa de Pera.
So, I'm the mayor of quite a few places, and sometimes, someone checks in more often than I do and "steals" the title of mayor from me ("Sally B. has stolen the mayorship of IHOP from you" or something like that). Most of the time, I don't care. I don't go to IHOP that much.
I thought it was funny when I became the mayor of the Walmart Supercenter near where my friend Charles lives in NW OKC. I'd been there maybe three times. I soon lost the title to someone else. Charles has no clue about social networking, and could really care less about the internet in general, so he doesn't know why I thought becoming, then losing the title of, mayor of the Walmart he usually goes to was so freakin' hilarious!
BTW, I'm also the mayor of the Comm Bldg... but if you are on Foursquare and want to steal it from me, you're more than welcome to it!
Like Pops in Arcadia, for example.
The first time I went to Pops, it was a few days after my birthday in February. It's where I wanted to go for the family party. I checked in with Foursquare and thought nothing more of it.
A couple of weeks later, Daniel (Number 1 Son) and I went after our respective classes, and again, I checked in with Foursquare. But this time, I found out I was now the "mayor" of Pops in Arcadia! And as far as I know, I'm still the mayor of Pops.
I haven't been back since that trip with Daniel, either.
If you check in at home, you become mayor of your house. Like "duh"? So I am the mayor of what I have called "Casa de Pera" (House of Pears). Of course you're going to be the mayor of where you live! I usually just check in, then "go off the grid" while I'm there. No one needs to know I named my apartment's location Casa de Pera.
So, I'm the mayor of quite a few places, and sometimes, someone checks in more often than I do and "steals" the title of mayor from me ("Sally B. has stolen the mayorship of IHOP from you" or something like that). Most of the time, I don't care. I don't go to IHOP that much.
I thought it was funny when I became the mayor of the Walmart Supercenter near where my friend Charles lives in NW OKC. I'd been there maybe three times. I soon lost the title to someone else. Charles has no clue about social networking, and could really care less about the internet in general, so he doesn't know why I thought becoming, then losing the title of, mayor of the Walmart he usually goes to was so freakin' hilarious!
BTW, I'm also the mayor of the Comm Bldg... but if you are on Foursquare and want to steal it from me, you're more than welcome to it!
21 June 2010
David Rhea visits the "kids" at UCO
On Monday, David Rhea came to speak to our class about the future of media and how blogging, social networking and video and audio editing skills fit into this.
Rhea was a print journalist for several years, but is now doing digital media for the Journal Record, a local business newspaper.
It's not a degree that will get you a job, Rhea says, it's what skills you have. If you can manipulate sites such as Facebook, Twitter, and Blogger; and like to tell stories not only with the written word, but with audio and/or video to back it up, then more than likely you will get a position with media outlets, public relations and advertising firms.
Breaking news easier in digital media than in print. A story in the paper could be a breaking story at the time it was printed, but if it's an ongoing story, then a newspaper's online presence can continuously update that story until its conclusion... or at least until the first televised newscast of the day. Before digital media, a story could be printed in the paper, but you'd have to wait until either a morning radio newscast, or until Channels 4,5 and 9 came on in the afternoon. Digital media is clearly the wave of the future of news, not just in the Oklahoma City market, but nationwide.
The future is here folks! Hone your skills now... you'll definitely need them later on down the road.
Rhea was a print journalist for several years, but is now doing digital media for the Journal Record, a local business newspaper.
It's not a degree that will get you a job, Rhea says, it's what skills you have. If you can manipulate sites such as Facebook, Twitter, and Blogger; and like to tell stories not only with the written word, but with audio and/or video to back it up, then more than likely you will get a position with media outlets, public relations and advertising firms.
Breaking news easier in digital media than in print. A story in the paper could be a breaking story at the time it was printed, but if it's an ongoing story, then a newspaper's online presence can continuously update that story until its conclusion... or at least until the first televised newscast of the day. Before digital media, a story could be printed in the paper, but you'd have to wait until either a morning radio newscast, or until Channels 4,5 and 9 came on in the afternoon. Digital media is clearly the wave of the future of news, not just in the Oklahoma City market, but nationwide.
The future is here folks! Hone your skills now... you'll definitely need them later on down the road.
Last week... (insert sad face here)
There is so much I want to write about, but this being Oklahoma, the big story here is the weather.
Last Monday, we had the deluge from hell. Since then, it's been hotter 'n' hell!
Just stick around a few and we'll change it for ya!! Okay, maybe not today, or even this week, but it WILL change.
Triple digit temps are coming, and I don't like it one damn bit!
Please just let me get out of the old apartment first before you make me sweaty and hot and miserable... is that too much to ask?
Thank you in advance.
Last Monday, we had the deluge from hell. Since then, it's been hotter 'n' hell!
Just stick around a few and we'll change it for ya!! Okay, maybe not today, or even this week, but it WILL change.
Triple digit temps are coming, and I don't like it one damn bit!
Please just let me get out of the old apartment first before you make me sweaty and hot and miserable... is that too much to ask?
Thank you in advance.
19 June 2010
It's hot and miserable and I wanna nap.
When I get back to the new place, imma gonna crank up the a/c and take a nap.
Wake me when it's time to leave for class on Monday.
That is all.
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17 June 2010
What's in a name? Plenty if you have the same name as someone else...
I have this friend in Massachusetts named Jeff Comeau. He's probably the sweetest and coolest man you'd ever meet. I haven't seen him since right before I moved from Massachusetts in the winter of 2002. He's a musician and an artist...I wish I had half his talent in either one of those pursuits!
Turns out that he has the same first and last name of about 40 other people on Facebook alone! If I didn't know what he looked like, I wouldn't know which one to pick (or pick one from Mass. and hope he's the right Jeff).
These two pictures are 1) what he looks like now (or thereabouts); and 2) what he looked like around the time we met (or thereabouts).
Turns out that he has the same first and last name of about 40 other people on Facebook alone! If I didn't know what he looked like, I wouldn't know which one to pick (or pick one from Mass. and hope he's the right Jeff).
These two pictures are 1) what he looks like now (or thereabouts); and 2) what he looked like around the time we met (or thereabouts).
Miss you Jeff! (I hope you don't mind that borrowed these from your Facebook page)
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My mother had the same problem before she married my father in 1962. Her birth name was Ruby Jean Phillips (she dropped Ruby as an adult). She was surprised that there was at least one other person named Ruby Phillips or Jean Phillips that she'd get mail for. Or mistaken for, or someone looking for a Jean Phillips that wasn't my mom.
She has gone by Jean Phillips Pera for the last 48 years. As far as she knows, she's the only one with that name. But you never know.
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I thought my name was unique, but guess what? There are other people named Stephanie Pera out there. At least five of them, besides me, on Facebook!!
Hate to break to them other Stephanie Peras out there, but I'm definitely unique...and you can take that to the bank!
Another one of Stef's 20 second (or so) videos
Three hours of upper division credit is worth coming to class for. :)
Old North
The first one was taken near my apartment (yes the new place is that close to campus, plus zoom); the second was taken from the sidewalk right in front of the tower.
The building simply fascinates me. I wish I could go inside and take pictures from there. That will have to wait until they finish the renovations on it (whenever THAT is LOL).
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16 June 2010
Unlearning 20 years of bad habits
Last week, I got contacts for the first time in 20 years, so now I find that I have to break two decades of bad habits. Such as...
*holding anything I'm reading about two inches from my face. With the type of contacts I have, I can now hold things about arms length and still read it.
*jabbing at my nose to push up the glasses that are no longer there.
*rubbing my eyes when they're tired. That could dislodge the lenses, and if I lose one, I'm in big trouble! LOL
And there are a few others, but those are the biggies.
All in all, I like my contacts. It makes buying cute sunglasses easier. Sometimes, shades can be too cute...but that could be its own post!
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An excerpt of the story I'm writing...
Warning: this contains foul language and violence. Read at your own risk.
They fanned out throughout the house, making sure they were truly alone there. While Julia was checking her bedroom, she heard a commotion in the living room. She sneaked out to the top of the stairs and saw several New Army soldiers, and the same leader who killed Peter and Kiera, holding the older boys and trying to handcuff them.
Julia wondered where Joe was, and saw that he was there with the others. She saw the leader smack Joe's face so hard that the thirteen year old nearly passed out.
“Where's the girl?” the New Army leader asked Jeremiah. When he refused to answer, the leader slugged Jeremiah in the stomach.
Julia knew she was the only one who could do something to save her brothers. She knew about the threat to force Nik and Jeremiah into the illegal government's army against their will.
She saw that the soldiers had their backs to the stairway, and Julia thought that she could take them out one at a time. She had a pistol and a small submachine gun, but she didn't want to injure the boys.
After formulating a plan, she made her way downstairs. On the bottom step, she said,
“Let them go!”
At the sound of Julia's voice, everyone turned around. Jeremiah saw a look in Julia's eyes he'd never seen before, and it scared him. What the hell is she thinking, he thought.
“Oh, you're kidding, right?” The New Army leader sneared at Julia; “You think you can tell me to let these deliquents go?
“Let them go, motherfucker, or I'll shoot.”
“What a mouth you have on you, little girl,” the leader said. “And I doubt seriously you could shoot me from where you stand.”
Julia pulled out the pistol and shot the soldier closest to the leader, killing him.
“Get her gun!” the leader ordered the remaining soldiers. As they headed towards Julia, she shot them one by one. They were dead before they hit the floor. None of them made it to where she stood.
Oh, my God, Jules, what has gotten into you, Nik thought. He managed to get out of his cuffs and helped Jeremiah and Joe do the same. By the time they did this, the leader was advancing on Julia, determined to take the pistol away from her.
“Gimme your gun, you little bitch,” the leader growled at her. To everyone's surprise, Julia handed it over.
But before anyone could think, Julia pulled out the small submachine gun and pointed it at the leader's chest.
“Oh, you think you're so smart,” the leader said to Julia. “Give me that one, too, and I'll leave.”
“You're not going anywhere, punkass,” Julia said menacingly. “You have to pay for your crimes.”
“Oh, do I now,” the leader said. “And what crimes are those, young lady?”
“Murder, rape, torture...shall I go on?”
“I've never done any of those things,” the leader said, fearing for his life. Julia could see the fear in his eyes, and didn't care. He had to pay for what he did to Peter and Kiera.
“I watched you shoot Peter San Marco, and slit Kiera San Marco's throat,” Julia said. “You will burn in hell for the evil that you have done to innocent people in the name of the illegitimate government.”
“They sure have you brainwashed, don't they?” the leader sneered. “The only witnesses to that are the men you just shot down in cold blood. Now who's the murderer?”
“I protect what is mine and what is right,” Julia said. “If that means an eye for an eye, so be it.”
Jeremiah, Nik and Joe watched this scene in disbelief. Julia standing up to an adult with a loaded gun, knowing that he could kill her at any second.
Then, Julia surprised them all.
She took the safety off the submachine gun, and pointed it at the leader's head. “Say your prayers, asshole. You're gonna need all the help you can get from St. Peter.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the leader asked, knowing that the young girl with the gun in front of him could blow him away.
“Oh, don't you know?” Julia asked. “I'm the one you're looking for.”
“You are Jordan Terranova's kid?”
“Yes. And you're not going to take me, or my brothers, anywhere.”
“Your brothers?” The leader looked confused. Joe sat on the floor and smiled slightly. In his mind, he was urging Julia to shoot the creep.
“Yes, my brothers.”
“Jordan Terranova had sons, too?”
“So much you know,” Julia said. Then, “I'm tired of playing games with you.”
The leader looked relieved. This little girl wasn't going to kill him after all. Then he made a fatal mistake.
“Give me your gun, sweetheart,” he said in a fatherly voice.
It was the last thing he would ever say, because Julia squeezed the trigger and pumped the leader full of bullets.
After he collapsed on the floor dead, she laid the gun on his chest and said, “Sure, here ya go.”
To her astonished brothers she said,
“Come on, guys, lets get out of here.”
They fanned out throughout the house, making sure they were truly alone there. While Julia was checking her bedroom, she heard a commotion in the living room. She sneaked out to the top of the stairs and saw several New Army soldiers, and the same leader who killed Peter and Kiera, holding the older boys and trying to handcuff them.
Julia wondered where Joe was, and saw that he was there with the others. She saw the leader smack Joe's face so hard that the thirteen year old nearly passed out.
“Where's the girl?” the New Army leader asked Jeremiah. When he refused to answer, the leader slugged Jeremiah in the stomach.
Julia knew she was the only one who could do something to save her brothers. She knew about the threat to force Nik and Jeremiah into the illegal government's army against their will.
She saw that the soldiers had their backs to the stairway, and Julia thought that she could take them out one at a time. She had a pistol and a small submachine gun, but she didn't want to injure the boys.
After formulating a plan, she made her way downstairs. On the bottom step, she said,
“Let them go!”
At the sound of Julia's voice, everyone turned around. Jeremiah saw a look in Julia's eyes he'd never seen before, and it scared him. What the hell is she thinking, he thought.
“Oh, you're kidding, right?” The New Army leader sneared at Julia; “You think you can tell me to let these deliquents go?
“Let them go, motherfucker, or I'll shoot.”
“What a mouth you have on you, little girl,” the leader said. “And I doubt seriously you could shoot me from where you stand.”
Julia pulled out the pistol and shot the soldier closest to the leader, killing him.
“Get her gun!” the leader ordered the remaining soldiers. As they headed towards Julia, she shot them one by one. They were dead before they hit the floor. None of them made it to where she stood.
Oh, my God, Jules, what has gotten into you, Nik thought. He managed to get out of his cuffs and helped Jeremiah and Joe do the same. By the time they did this, the leader was advancing on Julia, determined to take the pistol away from her.
“Gimme your gun, you little bitch,” the leader growled at her. To everyone's surprise, Julia handed it over.
But before anyone could think, Julia pulled out the small submachine gun and pointed it at the leader's chest.
“Oh, you think you're so smart,” the leader said to Julia. “Give me that one, too, and I'll leave.”
“You're not going anywhere, punkass,” Julia said menacingly. “You have to pay for your crimes.”
“Oh, do I now,” the leader said. “And what crimes are those, young lady?”
“Murder, rape, torture...shall I go on?”
“I've never done any of those things,” the leader said, fearing for his life. Julia could see the fear in his eyes, and didn't care. He had to pay for what he did to Peter and Kiera.
“I watched you shoot Peter San Marco, and slit Kiera San Marco's throat,” Julia said. “You will burn in hell for the evil that you have done to innocent people in the name of the illegitimate government.”
“They sure have you brainwashed, don't they?” the leader sneered. “The only witnesses to that are the men you just shot down in cold blood. Now who's the murderer?”
“I protect what is mine and what is right,” Julia said. “If that means an eye for an eye, so be it.”
Jeremiah, Nik and Joe watched this scene in disbelief. Julia standing up to an adult with a loaded gun, knowing that he could kill her at any second.
Then, Julia surprised them all.
She took the safety off the submachine gun, and pointed it at the leader's head. “Say your prayers, asshole. You're gonna need all the help you can get from St. Peter.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the leader asked, knowing that the young girl with the gun in front of him could blow him away.
“Oh, don't you know?” Julia asked. “I'm the one you're looking for.”
“You are Jordan Terranova's kid?”
“Yes. And you're not going to take me, or my brothers, anywhere.”
“Your brothers?” The leader looked confused. Joe sat on the floor and smiled slightly. In his mind, he was urging Julia to shoot the creep.
“Yes, my brothers.”
“Jordan Terranova had sons, too?”
“So much you know,” Julia said. Then, “I'm tired of playing games with you.”
The leader looked relieved. This little girl wasn't going to kill him after all. Then he made a fatal mistake.
“Give me your gun, sweetheart,” he said in a fatherly voice.
It was the last thing he would ever say, because Julia squeezed the trigger and pumped the leader full of bullets.
After he collapsed on the floor dead, she laid the gun on his chest and said, “Sure, here ya go.”
To her astonished brothers she said,
“Come on, guys, lets get out of here.”
Around the Corner...and up your alley
I got an especially early start this morning, so I decided to head over to Broadway to grab some breakfast at Around the Corner.
I go here mainly to people watch. Seems like that a lot of long time Edmondites gather here to eat and shoot the breeze.
And I've been there on more than one occasion so the wait staff knows who I am by sight, but probably not by name.
So this morning I'm in there about 8am or so having breakfast, looking at all the stuff on the walls (basically a lot of Edmond history), and see this picture of the old Edmond High School, class of 1928-29! The building is the same then as now, though now it's called Boulevard Academy, and Edmond High School is now on 15th Street and called Edmond Memorial High School (home of the Bulldogs).
I'm playing around on my BlackBerry, trying to get Twitter for BlackBerry to work properly, and Kevin Ogle from KFOR walks in the door...all 6' 8" of him (holy cow, he's a big guy!). You never realize how tall he is until you see him in person. He's obviously been there many times because everyone knows him there (and not because he's on the TV news, either). He is joined a little later by Jim Gardner, the "Bob Moore Chopper 4" pilot, and an older man whom I don't know.
Not that I'm going to make a habit of going to Around the Corner, but it's a nice little local place, and for a relative "newcomer" (7 1/2 years), it's a nice place to be.
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The story I've been writing for the last month and a half just got more interesting last night. The twelve year old female character (her name is Julia), defended her way of life and her brothers by shooting and killing soldiers with evil intentions.
Basically, the story is one of what would happen if a group of people took over the government of the United States illegally, and they decided that certain segments of the population were "Undesirables". These outcasts then join together to fight for their way of life and restoration of the legitimate government. Julia is the second generation to have to deal with the illegal government, and she's pissed off. The illegal government's army have murdered Julia's guardians, and she's looking for revenge...even if it takes the rest of her life to accomplish.
That's a synopsis of sorts. I may post it at some point, but it will be after this blogging class is long over.
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I better pay attention to Dr. Clark now...
I go here mainly to people watch. Seems like that a lot of long time Edmondites gather here to eat and shoot the breeze.
And I've been there on more than one occasion so the wait staff knows who I am by sight, but probably not by name.
So this morning I'm in there about 8am or so having breakfast, looking at all the stuff on the walls (basically a lot of Edmond history), and see this picture of the old Edmond High School, class of 1928-29! The building is the same then as now, though now it's called Boulevard Academy, and Edmond High School is now on 15th Street and called Edmond Memorial High School (home of the Bulldogs).
I'm playing around on my BlackBerry, trying to get Twitter for BlackBerry to work properly, and Kevin Ogle from KFOR walks in the door...all 6' 8" of him (holy cow, he's a big guy!). You never realize how tall he is until you see him in person. He's obviously been there many times because everyone knows him there (and not because he's on the TV news, either). He is joined a little later by Jim Gardner, the "Bob Moore Chopper 4" pilot, and an older man whom I don't know.
Not that I'm going to make a habit of going to Around the Corner, but it's a nice little local place, and for a relative "newcomer" (7 1/2 years), it's a nice place to be.
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The story I've been writing for the last month and a half just got more interesting last night. The twelve year old female character (her name is Julia), defended her way of life and her brothers by shooting and killing soldiers with evil intentions.
Basically, the story is one of what would happen if a group of people took over the government of the United States illegally, and they decided that certain segments of the population were "Undesirables". These outcasts then join together to fight for their way of life and restoration of the legitimate government. Julia is the second generation to have to deal with the illegal government, and she's pissed off. The illegal government's army have murdered Julia's guardians, and she's looking for revenge...even if it takes the rest of her life to accomplish.
That's a synopsis of sorts. I may post it at some point, but it will be after this blogging class is long over.
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I better pay attention to Dr. Clark now...
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