So our power goes off for twenty minutes today and at first my desktop is working a little funny and then I "fix" it (re-boot once or twice) but then for some reason my network card won't work. Laptop runs fine over the wireless, but the desktop connection's "broke," as they say. How weird that a power surge would just mess up one part of my setup but not, like, other parts. I guess tomorrow is the day I buy a surge protector and an external hard drive and hope that it fixes itself over night.
Makes me miss back before computers when all you had was, um, nothing. I guess I don't really miss that all that much. Growing up in a small town, I would have loved to have a link to the outside world. As it was, I didn't even learn about the Talking Heads until I moved to Ft. Wayne at the age of 13. Thirteen before I heard the Talking Heads!! Not sure how I managed in little old Marshall, Michigan. Such an isolated town. It was so small the neighborhood bully was also your best friend because there just weren't enough kids to go around. We liked Ozzy and Molly Hatchet because that's all the one record store sold. The entire theater stood on the seats at the end of Star Wars because we had never seen anything like it. We played baseball because we didn't know about cricket. Didn't know about cricket!! We probably still would have played baseball even if we knew about cricket, though.
One of my dreams is to start a cricket club at school. That would be hilarious.
I'm gonna go make some tea.
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If you made a cricket team, I would definitely join-as long as I get to bring my camera. Mentally picturing people learning how to play makes me laugh; seeing it would be priceless.
Seriously, how in the world could you consider cricket over the likes of water polo. I mean, c'mon!
Mr. Silverman wants to start a Bridge team.
Maybe you can band together and start all kinds of obscure game clubs.
Bridge definitely wouldn't be as fun. maybe cribbage.
Count me in. Someday people will learn that the ultimate game of strategy and tactics is go, not chess.
We wouldn't have much money to start. For example, we'd have to make wickets out of random sticks we find in the environmental center. But that would just make us stronger.
Mr. Hill, i definitely think you need to move to england for a summer or a year or something. Seems to me that you might like it there. Plus think how awesome it would be if you picked up an accent while you were there!
British accents make everyone sound more intellectual. Oh! and you could get a couple tweed jackets with elbow patches and a pipe (nothing in it of course, just for the effect)! seriously, i think it would be worth a try. Sorta like "british eye for the American Guy"
Well, I think I picked up a passing fake British accent by the time I was twelve after a few years of watching Dr. Who and Monty Python with my aging grandmother. For some reason, I never tried it out when I spent a semester in London.
I likewise picked out enough british from monty python to be passably offensive to those who are actually british. people who have no idea what british people sound like seem to think its ok though.
I'm waiting for a 'new new new low' post after that ridiculous bank shot sunk the Hoosiers and those idiotic phone calls sunk their reputation.
forget cricket. we should play quidditch.
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