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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Sunday, September 11, 2005. Is, in fact, occuring, and has been throughout this Katrina debacle. Another Bush aide described the atmosphere inside the White House as "strangely surreal and almost detached." At one meeting described by this insider, officials were oddly self-congratulatory, perhaps in an effort to buck each other up. Life inside a bunker can be strange, especially in defeat.". How Bush Blew It."].

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Monday, August 22, 2005. On the finale struck a familiar chord with me. I too came to feel like I knew these characters, that I'd. Them at times; and I found myself dreaming about them more than once. It would be a nice epitaph if other networks would see HBO's rising of the bar as a reason to try to match Six Feet Under's level of writing and acting and chance-taking. Posted by dear author at 9:57 PM.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time: 11/01/2002 - 12/01/2002

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Wednesday, November 06, 2002. God, I can't even bear to read some of the below entries. What a complainer I am. My second wind is finally kicking in,and after I catch up on the paying the bills thang, another round of queries will hit the circuit. Today I read the first 50 pages of the novel's "ruthless edit" version, and guess what? It's not half bad. So far. Posted by dear author at 9:22 PM. Boy Are My Arms Tired.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Sunday, September 18, 2005. The setting: Patio of nice restaurant. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, chit-chat has been had between myself, my mother, her husband. Ominously, the talk turns to current events. Him: So where are the other countries? We gave them money for their tsunami, where's the money from them? Me: Does it really matter? Him: I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you bashing America. Put Down the Donut.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Thursday, July 21, 2005. Bored With My Own Self. Posting even though I've got nothing new to say, mainly because I'm bored of seeing that months-old post about Mexico up there. It seems so long ago that I went that it may as well have happened to someone else. It was fun, though. Posted by dear author at 3:50 PM. Boy Are My Arms Tired. The Story About the Toddler. Put Down the Donut. Will Work for Freedom.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Wednesday, September 07, 2005. When the Levee's Breached, You Must Impeach. Shame, shame, shame. There is none of it in Washington, but there sure should be. Didn't this used to be. Posted by dear author at 11:20 AM. Boy Are My Arms Tired. The Story About the Toddler. Put Down the Donut. Will Work for Freedom. If We Had a Real President . Perhaps he would . RIP 6FU Sniff. Salons take on the finale struc.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Saturday, May 07, 2005. Never Really Been So I Don't Really Know. Except that's a lie. I have been, and I'm going again on Monday. There'll be hot breezes, jungles, crystal water, pools with swim-up bars, and five glorious nights (four fabulous nights) at Casa Amorita. Whew I can't friggin' wait. Posted by dear author at 6:42 PM. Boy Are My Arms Tired. The Story About the Toddler. Put Down the Donut. Yes He Has Arrived.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time: iPod iChing

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Saturday, April 22, 2006. Yes, late as per usual. Courtesy of radosh's spreading of the meme. I was moved to shake the virtual magic 8ball for my own self. How does the world see you? Original of the Species, U2. Nice I’ll take it. Will I have a happy life? Summer of Drugs, Victoria Williams. What do my friends really think of me? Downtown, Neil Young. Do people secretly lust after me? Under the Boardwalk, The Drifters.

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time: 10/01/2002 - 11/01/2002

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This Does Not Meet Our Needs at This Time. Proud member of the reality-based community. Tuesday, October 29, 2002. Agents: 80, Me: 0. Is it any wonder I've lost enthusiasm for sending out queries? Got paid by That Obscure Magazine! Although I think I managed to alienate my editor there permanently with my unceasing reminders that I needed That Big Check. So it goes.). A Meager Ray of Hope:. Excellent Books I've Read Lately:. Posted by dear author at 1:50 PM. Wednesday, October 02, 2002. Put Down the Donut.