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Sounds as if the Beltway Sniper just got another victim. You know if these events were happening in a film I'd be getting very frustrated with the hero for not putting a stop to it. Of course if it were happening in a movie the hero and villain would be getting ready for their ultimate showdown in which the sniper would get his just desserts and the hero would get the pretty girl.
Too bad it's happening in the real world.
Anyway, a mini update of yesterday's events first. Gods I was glad to get back to class last night, I missed it more than I possibly thought I would. It also helped that we actually *danced* last night rather than just going through a series of standard movements for an hour. On the other hand I don't think I'm ever going to hear "Feliz Navidad" again without shuddering. It will undoubtedly haunt my dreams for years to come.
Then went home to be mightily impressed by the Sharks in period one, then horrified by periods two and three. Defense? What is this defense you speak of? The sad thing is that as soon as a team scores against us they're almost certain to do so again because we get totally hysterical and lose all focus. We change from a team that wants to win to a team that's certain it's going to lose. It's a sad, sad thing.
While the game was stinking up our back room, the housemate and I got all the posters hung that we really wanted to, particularly in the office. We were both exhausted by the end of the marathon hanging, but felt like we'd really accomplished something. And we felt like the last major project is now done, so it's just a matter of doing touch ups just before guests arrive. Yay!
( Deep thought warning: )
Too bad it's happening in the real world.
Anyway, a mini update of yesterday's events first. Gods I was glad to get back to class last night, I missed it more than I possibly thought I would. It also helped that we actually *danced* last night rather than just going through a series of standard movements for an hour. On the other hand I don't think I'm ever going to hear "Feliz Navidad" again without shuddering. It will undoubtedly haunt my dreams for years to come.
Then went home to be mightily impressed by the Sharks in period one, then horrified by periods two and three. Defense? What is this defense you speak of? The sad thing is that as soon as a team scores against us they're almost certain to do so again because we get totally hysterical and lose all focus. We change from a team that wants to win to a team that's certain it's going to lose. It's a sad, sad thing.
While the game was stinking up our back room, the housemate and I got all the posters hung that we really wanted to, particularly in the office. We were both exhausted by the end of the marathon hanging, but felt like we'd really accomplished something. And we felt like the last major project is now done, so it's just a matter of doing touch ups just before guests arrive. Yay!
( Deep thought warning: )
