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The Venetian Protractor: 01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Thursday, January 29, 2004. Um, sure, why not? Your dominant hues are cyan and green. Although you definately strive to be logical you care about people and know there's a time and place for thinking emotionally. Your head rules most things but your heart rules others, and getting them to meet in the middle takes a lot of your energy some days. The spacefem.com html color quiz. Posted by ddm at 2:36 PM. Wednesday, January 28, 2004. But anyway, yeah, that's my hobby. Readi...
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The Venetian Protractor: 02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Saturday, February 21, 2004. Lady luck please let the dice stay hot. Tomorrow - Sunday, for those of you keeping track - I will be embarking on an adventure. An adventure unlike others I've undertaken before. Am I going on a personal visionquest, out in the Arizona desert? Not quite, but close. Am I going to travel to exotic locales and see sights that would humble even the mightiest of men? In manner of speaking, maybe. No, not at all. Posted by ddm at 12:48 PM. In case you ...
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The Venetian Protractor: 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Friday, March 12, 2004. And I nearly forgot:. We really love you and we need you. And oh banana co. We'd really love to believe you. We gotta dig it up somehow. Oh she said "No go". She said she'd like to. But no, no go. She knows if you die then we all do. We've gotta dig it up somehow. We gotta put it out somehow. Posted by ddm at 4:31 PM. Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're. Be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
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The Venetian Protractor: 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Saturday, May 15, 2004. Don't let me be misunderstood. So, there's this song off the Kill Bill Vol. 1 soundtrack, called Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood. I'm quite fond of it, really. Mainly because of this lyric:. Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,. Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood. It's just a job, not a lifestyle. A chef, even? Now I'm being facetious. But instead, I found my way into an office job. Which I really shouldn't complain about too ...
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The Venetian Protractor: 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Friday, August 20, 2004. Wow, the NY Times took a dedicated stand on something. Posted by ddm at 10:14 AM. Thursday, August 12, 2004. I don't even know what an Endless is. For the heads up. You'll have to fill me in on what the hell this is. Though, after looking at the other Endlesses, I did manage to come out as the best looking Endless. What a mane of hair I have! Destruction, the sixth of The Endless, you are a. Rebel You abandoned your realm, refusing to be. Sadly, I hav...
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The Venetian Protractor: 11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Tuesday, November 25, 2003. I wanna be like Birdman! Not so long ago, I found this. It's an automatic jar opener. Now, this picture is without an accompanying jar, so you don't really get a good sense of how ginormous it is. But trust me, it's rather large. Especially considering what it does. I mean, all it does is open jars. Does it really need to be so big? Apparently yes, yes it does. Who watches Cartoon Network, particularly their Adult Swim Sunday night block? Would nee...
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The Venetian Protractor: 12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Tuesday, December 30, 2003. Put Your Almanacs Away. Firstly, a belated merry christmas to all. All, of course, could be but me, and maybe a handful of others. Just the same, this is the holiday season, and good wishes are sort of part and parcel to this time. That being said, I just read an AP story. The FBI urged police to report such discoveries to the local U.S. Joint Terrorism Task Force. I mean, really. Really. Has it come to this? Is that the in they've been waiting for?
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The Venetian Protractor: 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
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My name is Dan. Eat my fuck. Friday, July 30, 2004. Yeah, it's about my job again. You know, this is turning out to be quite the season at my job - not only did I reach the milestone where I was finally, at long, long last, able to do my job with my eyes closed, but I worked my first night past midnight. Yes indeed, yours truly was at work until 1 AM just this past week. And doing what? No, I don't think I did, but taht does little to change the fact that it appeared about as foul as you could imagine.
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exit 105: 02 October 2005 : A Jersey Girl's Travels Through Time and Space
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A Jersey girl's journey through time and space. Saturday, October 08, 2005. I live on a row of little houses in the southwestern corner of Berkeley, California. Our teal bungalow with purple trim is tucked somewhere near the corner of Ashby and San Pablo Avenues. San Pablo is a main artery which runs from Crockett through the malls of El Cerrito and past Berkeley into the heart of Oakland. The strip on the edge of Oakland has changed rapidly in the past several years. A busy new restaurant that serves oy...
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exit 105: 06 November 2005 : A Jersey Girl's Travels Through Time and Space
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A Jersey girl's journey through time and space. Monday, November 07, 2005. After a day of IV rehydration, Alisa turned out fine though a lot smaller. But Kate and I remembered how thin the luck was that got us back to Accra in time enough, that we had a way to leave, that it wasn't quick-acting cerebral malaria, that Alisa had started out with plump enough hips to ride out her extremely quick weight loss. But the characters from last night's dinner were all out today, and we were here alone with Mac.
