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Ty downloaded some more tracks for Rock Band. My aspirations of rocking out to War Pigs were at last realized.

I recently made three gentlemanly wagers. The stakes for each was a four pack of Boddingtons.

• The first I won outright, with help from Ted and Curt. I claimed the London underground has a Cockfosters station. Indeed this is the case.
• The second bet is that should he be nominated, Barack's vice presential nominee will be John Edwards. I realize this is contrary to the traditional tactic of pairing dissimilar candidates in order to sway as many voters as possible.
• The third bet is that McCain will be the next president. This is neither an endorsement nor an expression of dissatisfaction, simply the likeliest scenario.

I was reading Thomas Hawk's blog, he's a good photographer with some worthwhile opinions.

I look at my photography like this. When I make an image it belongs to me. It belongs to me while I take the photo. It belongs to me while it sits in my camera. It belongs to me while I process it on my Mac. It belongs to me while I let it sit in an archive folder waiting to be uploaded to the internet.

At the risk of sounding chiding, this is an amusing example of the Apple demographic. So subtle, but so telling that he drops the brand name amidst so many pronouns. He even dismisses the opportunity to drop his Canon/Nikon partisanship.

Great allegory though.

More enjoyable text messages:

Up from a triple sell to a don't buy!

I was close to thinking about finding that marginally amusing, but then stopped and resolved to consider the implications of my crapping on your bed.

I bought Ferrari shoes, yeah, I'm that guy now.

Say goodbye to your tagalongs!

I figured your missed Lost because you were too busy playing Hello Kitty Adventure Island.

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