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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, October 14, 2002

I'm forced to conclude that ducks have some sort of communical baby-sitting network, since I can't imagine any pair of ducks actually having as many ducklings as I saw puddling about the front lawn this morning. There were at least a dozen of them, and only one couple of harrassed-looking ducks minding them.

Also in my perambulations this morning, I encountered the acme of coolth in ACT number plates: YES 51R. It's a real number plate - not a special order one or anything.

Well, it amused me for an entire block. Maybe I'm just getting simple-minded in my illness.

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