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Friday, June 14, 2002
I find myself tempted to steal one of Garrison Keillor's signature lines, so I think I will:
It's been a quiet week in Lake Woebegon...
It's been so quiet, in fact, that there's virtually nothing to report. I could just repost last Friday's entry verbatim and it would still be accurate and timely. Everything's in a holding pattern, and it'll be at least a few days until there's any movement.
So yes, I'm alive, but no, there's nothing to say. Well, almost nothing. A couple of friends have produced memorable quotes recently, and I'll leave you with those...
- "So essentially what I'm doing here is throwing the joke grenade." - by a friend of mine at Anything Goes rehearsal, in response to a request to make something "bigger"
- "The horse is dead. Bury it, and go find a camel." - another friend's new motto
Posted @ 1:51 AM
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