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    On May 27th, at 2:09 PM… Retrieving something from the top of my closet, I knocked my deodorant off the shelf which somehow managed to land on the switch of the power strip which hooks up our internet cable box and router (yes, our network is in my closet). Everything shut off for about 10

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    Slinking in the summer daze, half asleep, half away. K. Those of you who have expressed interest in getting TTE then mysteriously drifted loose, you know who you are, and so do I, and I even know where some of you live. If money’s a problem, let it be known that I also accept donations

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    I see the folks at Alxnet, the service that provides the site’s messageboard and guestbook, thought it’d be funny to make their once modest self-promotion plug a highly annoying floating banner. Damnation. This upsets me greatly. Maybe I’ll do something about it. Laterish. Here’s a little comic relief—yeah, I’ve a sick ‘n’ cynical sense of humor,

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    Hey. There’s not a whole lotta news with this update—I just wanted to say I included a “just the facts” section on the obtaining info page to make it less confusing. Yeah. I’m fully immersed in end-of-semester stress—I have a final on a Saturday afternoon (whhhhhhyyyyyy!!!!) and need to finish (…and start…) a project by

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    Quite to my surprise, I received my book order today! Yay! This means those interested in getting a copy of the The Teaching Emotion can now do so directly from me, plus get a discount and other random fun things that have nothing to do with anything. Find out how to rock this opportunity here.

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    THE TEACHING EMOTION IS ON SALE! That’s right, folks, you too can experience the full brunt of deepsicks by ordering the novel from Booksurge. I have placed an order myself for 50 books which I will sell myself at discount, but this order has yet to be filled much less shipped and received, so it’s

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    Hey. There’s been some technical difficulties—nothing grand mal, just sufficient to cause delay with the books. But enough about that. How ’bout this weather and my increasing fascination with humanity? awed by the jazz-blasting bus driver dressed to the nines and microfilm from ’62 when MLK Jr. was still alive and temperatures in the warm

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    I’d like to thank the individuals who have recently signed my guestbook, and I encourage everyone to take advantage of this opportunity to say hi and to confirm that the slowly climbing hit counter below is not the result of a stalker changing his or her IP address to boost my ego while surreptitiously plotting