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June 14, 2001

So open up your morning light, And say a little prayer for I. You know that if we are to stay alive, Then see the peace in every eye... She had two babies, one was six months, one was three, In the war of '44... Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging, When she thought it was God calling her. Oh, would her son grow to know his father? I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over, I want to know right now what will it be. I don't want to wait for our lives to be over, Will it be yes or will it be...sorry? He showed up all wet on the rainy front step, Wearing shrapnel in his skin. And the war he saw lives inside him still, It's so hard to be gentle and warm. The years pass by and now he has granddaughters. You look at me from across the room. You're wearing your anguish again. Believe me I know the feeling. It sucks you into the jaws of anger. So breathe a little more deeply my love. All we have is this very moment. And I don't want to do what his father, And his father, and his father did, I want to be here now. So open up your morning light, And say a little prayer for I. You know that if we are to stay alive, Then see the love in every eye...

Today I am playing the the Hickory Putter Invitational for mydepartment at Motorola so I am writing this this morning because I'm only going to be here for a short while.

I seem to be getting into golf again this summer, after I had taken a break from it for about a year and a half. I guess my dad is really fond of my interest in golf, as I'm sure any dad would be of a pass-time that he and his son share, so that's cool too. This is definately why I started playing golf in the first place, probably why I got pretty good at it, and, unfortunately, probably also why I stopped playing for a while. As my dad has always shown a bit of impatiance on the course. It kinda made golf too stressful as it seemed his current attitude about how I was doing was based almost solely on my most recent shot, not how I was doing as a whole. But I think I just needed to play some other courses with some other people and I seem to be enjoying the game much more than I used to. And it helps if you're not bad at it too :D

I use a trackball at home, not because I think mice are generally bad, I just think they take some personal offense to my choice of directoinal movement. They'll follow my orders for a while, maybe two weeks or so, and then when I drag them across my desk they spin their wheels like little bastards and refuse to move the cursor for several inches, they don't listen until I bang them into the desk to confuse them while I use them to do my, apparently, evil pointer manuvering.

I plan to be working on a little quiz thing I want to start on the site. Something that might bring my interest back to it a little bit. It's going to be called "Practical Joke? or Terrorism?" where you see various examples of situations or occurrances and you have to tell me whethere it's a Practical Joke, or an act of Terrorism. Get enough points and you win a happy surprise, however, I can't gaurentee that the surprise is anything but an inflated sense of self-esteem... ...or a car-bomb.

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