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3141592653589793238Thanks to everyone who left feedback on Part Une of this experiment, it means a lot. Actually, thanks to anyone whose ever left a comment on any of posts. I wasn’t really sure if anyone was going to give a crap about my random facts, but I’m glad some of you do. 🙂 And about the whole π thing, it’s a bit of a secret to those around me. I certainly don’t go bragging about it . . . not that such a trivial tidbit of info deserves being boastful about to begin with. And I’m also glad to hear that there are more social introverts out there in the world. We should all get together some time and party. Then again, the big crowds might prove to be a problem. Hmm. How ironic.

Anyways, here are facts number six, seven, and eight: (more…)



Posted: January 9, 2009 in r-flection!#
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I remember one day we had a D.A.R.E officer come in to my 5th grade class and talk to us about the dangers of drugs and violence. After the talk, he asked if anyone had any questions.

“Don’t be afraid, there’s no such thing as a dumb question!”, he proclaimed.

My hand went up first.

“Is it true cops sit around all day eating donuts?”

“I stand corrected”, he said then pointed at me, “that is a dumb question.”

It’s strange because I wasn’t trying to make fun of him. Honest. I just wanted to know if all things I heard as a kid growing up were true or not. Up until that point, that was my honest idea of what the fuzz did.

All my little snot-nosed classmates got a kick out of it but I ended up having to stay after class. I still remember that day as the day I learned what cops did for a living.

Go to elementary schools and pick on litte kids.

Today I was reminiscing about one of my middle school teachers from way back when. What made this particular instructor memorable was his size. He was morbidly obese.