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. . . to break a copier. Remember folks: Do not drink and photocopy body parts at the office party. You might have to submit to small arms inspection.
A problem:
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
I spent much of this long holiday weekend feeling guilty about not doing any work. I don't really like long weekends. They mess me up, make me feel out of sorts, ill at ease.
Q: Why?
A: I lose my grasp on time and place.
Q: What do I mean by that?
I'm not sure if this is exactly true, but the answer I'm coming up with right now is: I thrive on consistency and routine.
Maybe it has something to do with me being a Virgo, or maybe it just has something to do with me being me. In any case, long weekends break consistency and routine…
Briana (11), my youngest sister, has a Myspace page whose icon announces: "I Love Emo."
The big brother in me is just a wee bit embarrassed, but what can I do? She's eleven, after all, and when I was eleven, I was listening to Whitney Houston and MC Hammer.
We were in the kitchen. Briana was watching as my other sister, Nerissa (23), was preparing the desserts. Our mom (43) — go ahead and do the math — was getting the turkey ready.
I was crying (the onion I was chopping up for the stuffing was incredibly strong) when I asked my mom if I could play a CD.
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Ever gotten confused by the difference between one fermi and the diameter of the nucleus of a gold atom? This puts it all in perspective.
. . . but I've read enough comic books to know you shouldn't go mixing matter and antimatter. However, that's exactly what these guys have done in producing positronium.
Is this the first step in producing the dreaded grey goo?