December 2006
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December 3rd, 2006.
It’s the black print again. The darkness comes. If our words were little ants, then rob’s must be fire ants and I would be … well … regular ants … Camponotus pennsylvanicus. That’s what this font would be called. Once in California, PA we had to engage in some typical PA behaviour – shooting dogs…
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December 2nd, 2006.
It’s a frustrating world. I’m reading the news, and maybe that’s a mistake. Maybe that’s always a mistake because there’s never much in the way of good news out there. That’s overstated – I know – I’m just truly horrified by some of the stuff today. More bombings in Iraq, the existance of the movie…