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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Otto & I spent a lovely day at <i>Kirby Cove</i>, in the Marin Headlands.</span></div>
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<br />Fiesta Cranberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17047459157798580123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532315469388043092.post-85977290342514537922013-08-04T21:42:00.003-07:002013-08-04T21:42:36.272-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
I've been putting some of my art up at this site, where you can buy prints:</div>
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<a href="http://fineartamerica.com/art/all/chihuahua/all"><span style="font-size: large;">Fine Art America</span></a></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>The end.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Fiesta Cranberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17047459157798580123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532315469388043092.post-84090706843753109062011-05-02T22:34:00.000-07:002011-05-02T22:34:38.757-07:00Do I Know You?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"></span></span></div> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Readers of certain age will remember a whole series of tv commercials </span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">where a guy comes on the screen and says, “Do you know me?” Then he </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">who he is. Then at the very end, you see his American Express card with his </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">name on it, and you think, “D'oh! Of course!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That pretty much explains my whole life.</span></span></div></div></div><br />
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</tbody></table><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> For some reason, I remember teeth very well. I couldn't tell you if the cashier at the Safeway wears glasses, but I can damn well remember that space between her front teeth. Hair is helpful, too. I think this big fad for shaving your head is just awful. It makes all men under the age of 30 look alike to me. Bald or very short hair, long “shorts”, sneakers, and a baseball cap. In my world, they are interchangeable drones.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> To be more accurate, it's not so much that I don't recognize people, as I can't tell them apart. <span style="font-style: normal;">For me, there are about 12 original people in the world. Everyone else is a clone of one of those 12. So actually, I tend to </span><i>over recognize.</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> It's embarrassing. I tend to greet people I don't know. Or I don't greet people I </span><i>do</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> know because I'm not sure if it's really them.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> I can get pretty good at recognizing known people if they stay where they're supposed to be. An example would be Joe the baker. If he stays in his bakery, I can be pretty sure it's him. But if he leaves the bakery and walks down the street, well, then he is </span><i>out of context,</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> and all bets are off.</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “Isn't that Joe the baker?” </span> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “Oh fer chrissakes, you can't seriously think that's Joe the baker!”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “Well, yeah, I mean...he looks like Joe the baker. To me. Doesn't he?”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “NO! He doesn't look ANYTHING like Joe the baker. You're outta yer mind!”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> The bf is not known for being over sympathetic. I think he doesn't really believe me.</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> When I was young, I once walked right past my mother on Greenpoint Ave. She got mad. Another time, I was in Macy's. I turned a corner and almost walked into a girl about my age. My first thought was, “Gee, that poor girl is ugly.” Then I realized I was looking in a mirror. Cross my heart, that's God's honest truth. Didn't do much for my ego. I still hate mirrors.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I met a woman at a dog show. We talked for over an hour. The next day, she came up to me and said hello. She acted very friendly, like she knew me. I had no idea who she was. She had changed her clothes and didn't have her dog with her. </span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Movies can be really difficult. The worst ones are from the early 1940's. Black & white, so I can't see skin tones. Everyone speaks in that same, faux-cultured, studio-taught accent. The men are all clean shaven and wear hats and suits. It's prosopagnosia hell. I get all the male actors confused.</span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “Is that the father or the brother?”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “You just asked me that.”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “Oh. Sorry. Well, which one is it?”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “Can't you tell? What's wrong with you?”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “I have a brain disorder called <i>prosopagnosia.</i> I was born that way. It's a disability. It makes my social life hell.”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “Yeah, you've got a brain disorder, all right.”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> me: “Sorry. Yes, actually, I <i>can</i> tell them apart just fine, but I really enjoy annoying you.”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> bf: “That's what I thought.”</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I didn't even know I <i>had</i> a problem until a few years ago. I thought everyone had similar people recognizing abilities, and that I was just a little worse at it than most. I had no idea of the extent of my handicap. When I learned about it, a lot of lights went on in my head. So many things became clear to me. It was a real revelation.</div><ul><li><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh, so <i>that's</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> why people always said I was stuck up! I must have walked past them and not said hello.</span></div></li>
<li><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;">No wonder why I was terrified of getting lost when I was a little child. How could I ever find my mother if we got separated? </div></li>
<li><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Of </span><i>course</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> school was a horror! I went to </span><i>Catholic</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> school. Everyone wore </span><i>uniforms. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">There were </span><i>nuns. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">In </span><i>habits.</i><br />
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</div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Finding out about it was a good thing. It's helped me to hone what skills I do have, and develop some new ones. It also made me feel better about myself. I used to think I was lazy, that I wasn't trying hard enough to memorize people's faces. Now I understand that normal people don't <i>have</i> to memorize faces. It's just something they do without even thinking about it. I am in awe of this ability.<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I really like people with facial scars or other distinguishing features, like a big nose. It helps.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jane Goodall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now, these two I have <i>no</i> trouble telling apart.</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Here's a really good page with info:<a href="http://www.squidoo.com/faceblind"> Faceblind</a></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The End.</span></span></div></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Black and white jester</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">scampering along the surf</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">laughter follows him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Fiesta Cranberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17047459157798580123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532315469388043092.post-40823619973920406842011-04-12T22:51:00.000-07:002011-04-12T22:57:34.272-07:00Living in a Tiny Space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> The boyfriend and I, along with 4 dogs, 2 turtles and various fish, live in a really tiny apartment of about 465 square feet. That includes closet space and toilet. The bedroom is really small, and just barely fits a double bed and a dresser. We can't afford to move because it's rent controlled, and going rates for apartments in San Francisco are outrageous. Things wouldn't be so bad, except the boyfriend is an accumulator, er, ahem... I mean <i>collector.</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> This creates problems.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> It would be OK if he only collected one thing, but he has many interests, and apparently all of them come complete with collectibles. He has a closet full of Disney figurines. A whole wall of books just about Disney. And c</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">omic books, of course. </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> He has a Master's degree in film history, so he has a huge collection of DVDs, mostly horror. Oh, there's also a ton of old TV shows, like </span><i>Adam 12, Get Smart, I Love Lucy, Bewitched, Mr. Bean, Black Adder, Fawlty Towers</i><span style="font-style: normal;">: that's just a few.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> He's also a musician, so he has another wall full of CDs, and many, </span><i>many,</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> books about music. I'd say at least half of them are about the Beatles. He has about 14 guitars, and several amps, which are really big and take up a lot of room. He has no room for clothes in his closet (which is bigger than mine), so they tend to spread all around the house. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The fact that he's a major slob doesn't help anything, either.</span></div></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> He always seems to have multiples of everything. 14 guitars, 5 amps, 4 DVD players, etc. And nothing gets thrown out. Ever. He still has a laserdisc player! In fact, I think he may have two. The garage is full of empty boxes from all the electronic equipment he's bought over the years. He says this is because:</span></div><ol><li><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">We may move, so he needs the boxes to pack the stuff up in (we've been living in this same apartment for 27 years), or</span></div></li>
<li><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">He may want to sell it one day, and it's worth more with the box.</span></div></li>
</ol><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> One bad outcome of clutter and lack of space is that there really is no room to </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>do</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> anything. It's hard to move around without bumping into things. Sometimes I feel like one of those toys that you turn on and it rolls around until it bumps into something, then it reverses until it bumps into something else, until it's batteries run down. Or, in my case, until I either go mad or die of my bruises.</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> We get into fights, the bf & I, like rats in an overcrowded cage. One </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>HUGE</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> bone of contention is his guitar practice. When he's practicing, neither the dogs nor I am allowed to move, breathe, or distract him in any way. He could go in the bedroom and shut the door, but he seems determined to practice in the living room. </span></span></span> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> There are only two places to sit in the living room: the chair and the couch. I call the couch my “office”, because I keep all my everyday stuff near by. Laptop, knitting, checkbook, sketch book, and anything I happen to be reading at the time. OK, I admit it, I </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">do</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> spend most of my day on the couch. But that's because there really isn't any other place to </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">be</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">. I hate the bedroom. It's too small and claustrophobic, and my back hurts if I lie on the bed too much. Or is it “lay” on the couch? I'm never sure about that one. I just asked the bf, and he said,</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU. WHY SHOULD I HELP YOU MAKE FUN OF ME IN THAT STUPID BLOG?</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> There's no room for a chair in there. So I camp out on the couch most of the day, writing my blog, surfing the net, and being a generally useful citizen, out of the way and bothering no one.</span></div><div align="CENTER" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> My boyfriend thinks he can drink. He goes out with friends to bars, where he always imbibes too much. Is he drinking to forget his troubles? No. The reason he drinks too much is because he has many obsessive rules involving multiple aspects of his life, and one of those</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> rules governs alcohol consumption. Here it is:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I must buy drinks for each friend I go out with, and then each friend must reciprocate.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> Let me try to explain (although it is complicated and I may not get it right). It seems that when a person goes to a bar with friends, each friend must pay for a </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>round</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">. A </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>round </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">is one drink for each friend, plus one for yourself. Let's say there are four people involved: Joe, Jack, Fred and Sam. The person who invited the other three (we'll make it Sam) buys the first </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>round,</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> meaning one drink for each friend plus himself. That's four drinks total. Stay with me, there's more. </span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> When all the drinks of the first </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>round </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">are consumed, the next friend must repeat the process, buying one drink for each friend and one for himself. This is repeated two more times, resulting in each friend buying and consuming four drinks. The more friends, the more drinks. Since the bf is only paying for one drink for himself, theoretically he is getting three “free” drinks. In practice, however, he is actually buying four drinks. This ends up costing him more than if each friend had bought his own drinks, because the bf probably wouldn't have had four drinks without the pressure of </span><i>the </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>rounds</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> system</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> (hereafter referred to as “</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>trs”)</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">. You see, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>trs </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">forces the bf to keep up so that, </span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> Unfortunately, </span><i>trs </i><span style="font-style: normal;">doesn't always work the way the bf thinks it should. (This happens with a lot of his rules). He seems to have a substantial number of friends who are both cheap and light drinkers. </span></span><span style="font-style: normal;">Since the bf almost always pays for the first </span><i>round,</i><br />
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<span style="font-style: normal;">these friends suck up the free beer, and never offer to buy an additional </span><i>round.</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> There always seems to be at least one friend like this. This is the guy that stays for three </span><i>rounds,</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> and then leaves just before his “turn”. Or, he may nurse that one free beer all night. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">This drives the bf absolutely apeshit. He comes home drunk, </span></span>complaining about how cheap and socially retarded his friends are. Then he passes out fully dressed and I have to take the dogs out late at night. <span style="font-style: normal;">In the morning, he insists that he didn't pass out because he made it to the bed. This, according to him, shows that he </span><i>went to bed</i><span style="font-style: normal;">, rather then passed out</span> </div>
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Fiesta Cranberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17047459157798580123noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532315469388043092.post-66308448419186753422011-03-28T13:42:00.000-07:002011-03-28T13:42:01.893-07:00"It'll be Me" A short film featuring Otto!<div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Fiesta Cranberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17047459157798580123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1532315469388043092.post-1847378113468274442011-03-21T01:18:00.000-07:002011-03-21T01:18:56.367-07:00Althea has a Secret<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhUmo3vuHgANtfBK7mWwMCJAGOeRpjzefXyrVGWhPHgEGNXguepgXtVaLdtfruD6B91YtDmmucXwKqmzofYjYmeJvfexnoSDB1FOHODiVySNoe63jiNMYRb7PI6GRMOLEQWxoCgdI5iM/s1600/house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhUmo3vuHgANtfBK7mWwMCJAGOeRpjzefXyrVGWhPHgEGNXguepgXtVaLdtfruD6B91YtDmmucXwKqmzofYjYmeJvfexnoSDB1FOHODiVySNoe63jiNMYRb7PI6GRMOLEQWxoCgdI5iM/s400/house.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> Althea Johnson had a small cottage, a bulldog of sorts, greying hair, and a secret. The cottage was so old, no one was sure who had built it or when it had been built. It was made of logs and stone and various bits of this and that. The roof was covered with moss, and the whole house rambled along, looking like a cross between the house of the 7 Dwarves and Shrek's tree house. It had a lot of carving, both inside and out: faces, animals, flowers. Althea's cottage was located deep inside a spinney of larch trees, not far from a small creek. </span></span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qFA3wv_sKWoZetHfKkbNyQGiQ9bjrxvr4vNsMDJKbVXPrk3OgMrRgI_jFsWMpAtKGo6ktMJdlfF7altRkdcI44eMofa73L2a09lQ8FLcgsB2FYoU3gXdTqXnz37kpOZ5VtB-ntp9RWY/s1600/otto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qFA3wv_sKWoZetHfKkbNyQGiQ9bjrxvr4vNsMDJKbVXPrk3OgMrRgI_jFsWMpAtKGo6ktMJdlfF7altRkdcI44eMofa73L2a09lQ8FLcgsB2FYoU3gXdTqXnz37kpOZ5VtB-ntp9RWY/s200/otto.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> The bulldog (of sorts) was named Otto. He was black & white, with a stubby tail and a mostly white face and a black spot right between his ears. He looked like a long-nosed Boston Terrier on steroids. A lot of ignorant people thought he was a pitbull, but he only weighed 27 pounds, and he wasn't really a pitbull at all.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> The greying hair bothered Althea at first. She tried to cover it up with brown hair dye. The dye would look good for a few weeks, then it would fade and she would end up with brown roots, grey streaks, and reddish blond ends. She felt this looked even worse than the grey streaks. She also noticed that the last few times time she'd used the dye, she'd been itchy all over for several days. So Althea made the decision to stop dyeing her hair. The odd thing was that when it started growing out, the grey streaks turned almost white, and the rest of her hair started turning blond, at least on top. The underneath was still dark. So now she wasn't itchy anymore, but she still had tricolored hair. She took to wearing hats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXNXTyUApbSJgGf63OAoEYxV4KfFQL03VTmC-wT0_o3dtVvmY0lDjQyCNCf053qJk4uBIS4K1RfRVqU9b1ZjVgfkNRtQsQ4lPfw8ZdH7eFT_q71Tgjodc0tYgU6viW7chq2QzHBqFXlM/s1600/creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXNXTyUApbSJgGf63OAoEYxV4KfFQL03VTmC-wT0_o3dtVvmY0lDjQyCNCf053qJk4uBIS4K1RfRVqU9b1ZjVgfkNRtQsQ4lPfw8ZdH7eFT_q71Tgjodc0tYgU6viW7chq2QzHBqFXlM/s400/creek.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> One day, while walking along the creek with Otto, a large salmon poked its head out of the water and said, </span></span> </div><div align="CENTER" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: small;">Hey you. Yeah, you with the hat.” </span></span> </div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;">Althea was somewhat taken aback at this, as she had never met a talking salmon, or indeed, a talking fish of any kind, before. She cautiously took a few steps closer to the water, and asked what the salmon wanted. The salmon, whose name happened to be Robert, told Althea that he really wasn't a salmon at all, but a man with a bewitchment upon him. He proceeded to recount his sad tale:</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> “I used to be a man. Don't look at me like that...I really was. I was handsome and athletic and a successful lawyer, and quite popular with the ladies. I had so many girlfriends, I had my secretary make up a flow chart to keep track of them all. I also had a wife. I was doing OK with this for quite a while. Then I started getting careless. One thing led to another, and the wife found out about the girlfriends, who found out about each other. All hell broke loose. They all got together and cast a spell on me, and changed me into a salmon. They said I could spawn all I wanted, but then I would die.”</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> Althea thought this over, and asked Robert what he wanted from her. He told her that he had heard some snails talking, and found out that the only way to reverse the spell was to find a woman who would take pity on him and take him home. Then, if she would love him with all her heart for one year, he would turn back into a man.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOc4svU4LPKAQAO7r5g5y9o85oKtxcbLAtRHGpg_OSucMAU2tvdrJMjQyygIbFVdWsA1cGTlIEzv5JBa6HwRB9fI-udDosGRPnTZ39-NBk3w8_uWu_6aqTjb6cO5MJ6WqYjA0l5Yy1es/s1600/robert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOc4svU4LPKAQAO7r5g5y9o85oKtxcbLAtRHGpg_OSucMAU2tvdrJMjQyygIbFVdWsA1cGTlIEzv5JBa6HwRB9fI-udDosGRPnTZ39-NBk3w8_uWu_6aqTjb6cO5MJ6WqYjA0l5Yy1es/s200/robert.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent;"> Althea agreed to this, and Robert jumped out of the water and into the basket she was carrying to collect berries. She ran home and put Robert in the sink. Then she built up a nice fire in the stove, threw some spuds in the oven and some butter in a pan. She took Robert out of the sink, hit him over the head with a mallet, cleaned him out, and fried him in the butter. She called her friend Sharon up and invited her over for dinner. As they were eating, Sharon said, “Althea, </span><i><span style="background: transparent;">when </span></i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">are you going to give me this recipe? It's so </span></span><span style="background: transparent;">delicious.” To which Althea replied, “Oh Sharon, you </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="background: transparent;">know it's a family secret!”</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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