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        <title>All Kinds of Wonderfulness</title>
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        <summary>George Bailey: Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan! --It's a Wonderful Life (1946) -------------------------------------------- I gotta tellya, I was pretty worried this year. After all the back and forth and the...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "><strong>George Bailey</strong>: Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan! </span><p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; "><em>--It's a Wonderful Life</em> (1946)</span></p>

<p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; ">--------------------------------------------</span></p>

<p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; ">I gotta tellya, I was pretty worried this year.</span></p>

<p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; ">After all the back and forth and the this and that and all the worrying about the future fate of the Senator Theater, I (and many others, I'm sure) was quite worried that they wouldn't be doing the annual food drive at the theater. </span></p>

<p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; font-size: 13px; ">Fortunately, they've managed to come through yet again. It was announced today that The Senator Theater will be holding its 19th Annual Food Drive this year, and the usual suspects will be there.</span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Here's the basic outline: Your admission to the theater is $6 worth of nonperishable food, or $6 in cash. Since it's such a good cause, we usually head to BJ's or Sam's Club and get multi-packs of something such as soup or whatever. So for the same six bucks, we're getting way more food than that money would buy at the supermarket. Everyone wins! Head on into the theater and settle in, because it's a Double Feature. </span></span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 13px; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef01287636fb79970c-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Scrooge585_447007a" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef01287636fb79970c " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef01287636fb79970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a>  </span>First up is the 1951 version of <em>A Christmas Carol</em> (which is really titled <em>Scrooge</em>, but everyone gets a pass on it because, hey, it's Christmas). This is the one starring Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge, and he's the guy who most people will agree is the definitive Scrooge. </span></span></span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Of course, that's if you don't count Mister Magoo. He was pretty good too. No, I'm not kidding. </span></span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">I'm sure you know the story: a miserly old guy gets a shot at redemption when he's visited by ghosts one Christmas Eve. </span></span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7347168970b-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="123107itsawonderlife" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7347168970b " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7347168970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" /></a>  </span>But wait! That's not all! It is, after all, a Double Feature. So after seeing Alastair Sim, stick around a bit and they'll be showing a vintage print of the 1946 Frank Capra classic, <em>It's a Wonderful Life</em>. You've seen it a million times on TV, but you get so much more of it on the big screen. I swear I find something new each year. </span></span></p><p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">This film, which has been imitated numerous times and ways, is still the archetype story of a businessman who, at the end of his wits, learns what the world would be like if he'd never been born. So in its own way, it's a bit of a haunting with a personal redemption at the end. </span></span></p>

<p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">But that's not even the best part. In years past, the screenings would be a one-day thing and that would be it. This year, it's practically a film festival. The schedules run like this:</span></span></p><table border="1">
<tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;">Date</td>
<td><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; "> A Christmas Carol</span><br /></p><em><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346ee3970b-pi" style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: none; "><img alt="Cc01" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346ee3970b " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346ee3970b-320wi" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></a></em></td><td><p style="text-align: center;"> <em>It's a Wonderful Life</em><br /></p><em><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346f2a970b-pi" style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: none; "><img alt="IAWL run on the bank" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346f2a970b " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a7346f2a970b-320wi" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></a></em></td></tr><tr><td>Friday, 12/18</td><td>6:00 PM</td><td>8:00 PM</td></tr>
<tr><td>Saturday, 12/19</td><td>3:15 PM<br />8:00 PM</td><td>1:15 PM<br />6:00 PM</td></tr>
<tr><td>Sunday, 12/20</td><td>1:15 PM<br />6:00 PM</td><td>3:15 PM<br />8:00 PM</td></tr><tr>
</tr><tr><td>Christmas Day<br />Friday, 12/25</td><td>1:15 PM<br />6:00 PM</td><td>3:15 PM<br />8:00 PM</td></tr>
</tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">The prints, incidentally, are loaned to the theater by an anonymous film collector. There are also a couple of extra bonuses involved that I won't tell you about; you'll just have to go and see for yourself. </span></p><p><span size="3;" style="font-family: Arial"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;">See you there! </span></span></p></div>
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        <title>Shop Class</title>
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        <published>2009-12-07T01:09:17-05:00</published>
        <updated>2009-12-07T01:31:33-05:00</updated>
        <summary>Otto Meyer: [Honking car as it pulls into the Ray &amp; Irwin Garage] Fellas. I'm glad you're here. Look, I need your help. Here's what happened. I had this blowout. I think there's a spare in the back. It may...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Otto Meyer</strong>: [<em>Honking car as it pulls into the Ray &amp; Irwin Garage</em>] Fellas. I'm glad you're here. Look, I need your help. Here's what happened. I had this blowout. I think there's a spare in the back. It may be a little flat. Take a look at it will you kid? Is there an airport anyplace around here? Look, if the spare is flat don't bother fixing it. Gimme a new tire, alright? You ain't got a new tire? Then you'll have to fix the spare. But don't look at me. Move it, will you kid? You, you could be gassing up while he's working. What is it a staring contest? Come on! [<em>claps his hands over and over</em>] Move! Move, will you kid? Come on! </p> <p><em>--It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World</em> (1963)</p> <p>-----------------------------------------</p> <p>Several weeks ago—more, really. Now that I think about it, this was in late September. Anyway:</p> <p>Awhile back I was on my merry way home, cruising up Perring Parkway. In the late afternoon, the right-hand lane becomes a “No Parking” zone for all those students from Morgan State University. So from 4:15 till about 4:45, the lane still has cars in it: the ones that haven’t been towed yet. They don’t fool around with the No Parking on that road, baby. So after 5:00, it’s pretty much smooth sailing in that lane, <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">55 MPH</span> up to the speed limit and everything. AND, a lot of people forget that that lane is open, so it actually becomes the passing lane. </p> <p>Unfortunately, because the lane is covered by cars during the day, it’s also not a well-maintained lane. So there I was, cruising up Perring Parkway (see, here’s where you came in) when I suddenly hit a pothole. </p> <p>WHAM. At 50 MPH. I slowed down just in case I’d blown out a tire, but everything seemed OK for the time being. </p> <p>I got home and looked at the affected wheel, and it looked fine. You know why? Because I didn’t look carefully. I had, in fact, put a nifty ding in the rim, but didn’t notice until the next day when my tire pressure sensor lit up on the dashboard. As it happened, I needed to fuel up the car, so I stopped in to the Shell Station on Harford Road, in the 8400 block. </p> <p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a71fb7b0970b-pi"><img align="right" alt="shell_logo" border="0" height="128" src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012876221c49970c-pi" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="shell_logo" width="137" /></a> This is not the cheapest gas in the area, although it’s pretty competitive. I go there specifically because they still have free air. So if you’re in Parkville, you know where to go for your air: the Shell station just inside the Beltway. It was during this trip that I noticed the dented rim. I put some air in the tire, diligently using my air gauge (Bring Your Own) and thinking that this would be pretty much the end of it: I’d gotten away with the dent and the lowered pressure was a delayed reaction to the initial hit on the pothole. </p> <p>Two days later, my pressure light popped on again. This was the beginning of a lengthy cycle: put air in the tire, wait two or three days, put more air in. In the meantime I asked around about whether this could be fixed, or if I had to buy another rim. Opinions were mixed on the topic. Someone pointed me to Crazy Rays, which is a chain of junkyards in the area; one of the few yards that still allows you to go in and wander the grounds, pulling the parts yourself (or you can pay extra and have them do it for you). </p> <p>Finally this weekend, Wife could stand it no more. She told me to get my ass over to NTB and see what they could do for me. So on Saturday I got my ass over to NTB, slogging the car through the snow. </p> <p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a71fb7bb970b-pi"><img align="left" alt="ntb_header_logo" border="0" height="75" src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012876221c55970c-pi" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ntb_header_logo" width="239" /></a> Despite the snow (or perhaps because of it?) the place was pretty busy, and it was awhile before they got to me. I talked with the guy behind the counter, and together we went out to the car to see what he could do. He was of the opinion that he might be able to bang it back into shape and rebalance the wheel, and we’d take it from there. He also noted that one of my windshield wipers was falling apart, and I noted that that problem had cropped up only a day earlier, in the rain. I don’t usually get someone else to do my wiper blades, but what the hell. </p> <p>Of course, when he did the inventory check, there was only one type of blade available: the more expensive type. I asked the fundamental difference between the two (i.e., is it really worthwhile to spring for the high-end wiper?) and what he said rather impressed me; plus he’d had that wiper on his truck for over two years and it was still doing a great job. These are graphite-coated blades with built-in aerodynamic spoilers, and their design resists the rot that you get from a standard wiper blade. OK, sign me up. My crappy old blades had lasted almost that long, so imagine how cool it’ll be when the car is paid off and I’m still only on my second set of wiper blades! Wow! Impressive!</p> <p>Once he got the car into the shop, the repair job took just about an hour and he was, in fact, able to bonk the rim back into shape, although he did suggest getting another rim before too much time had passed (he was OK with waiting till spring, though). </p> <p /> <p>Total cost for the wheel repair: about $22.00.</p> <p>Total cost for the wipers? $42.00 including the $4 to install them. They do a pretty good job, I’ll grant you that. But for that much money they’d better be adept at wiping my ass, too. Holy cow. </p></div>
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        <title>Weather or Not</title>
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        <summary>Fry: This snow is beautiful. I'm glad global warming never happened. Leela: Actually, it did. But thank God nuclear winter canceled it out. --Futurama, “Xmas Story” (12/19/99) --------------------------------- Hey! It’s the first snowfall of the season! Here’s a Fun Fact:...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><b>Fry</b>: This snow is beautiful. I'm glad global warming never happened.     <br /><b>Leela</b>: Actually, it did. But thank God nuclear winter canceled it out.</p>  <p>--<em>Futurama</em>, “Xmas Story” (12/19/99)</p>  <p>---------------------------------</p>  <p>Hey! It’s the first snowfall of the season! </p>  <p>Here’s a Fun Fact: For six of the last eight years now, we’ve had some snow on December 5th. Check it out, courtesy of the Baltimore Sun. The comments in parentheses come from the Sun’s Frank Roylance on his weather blog at the Sun’s website:</p>  <blockquote>   <p><strong>2008:</strong>  None  (but we got 0.6 inch on the 6th)</p>    <p><strong>2007:</strong>  4.7 inches</p>    <p><strong>2006:</strong>  Trace</p>    <p><strong>2005:</strong>  1.4 inches (and another 1.9 inches on the 6th)</p>    <p><strong>2004:</strong>  None (something went terribly wrong)</p>    <p><strong>2003:</strong>  3.0 inches (and another 3.8 inches on the 6th)</p>    <p><strong>2002:</strong>  7.4 inches (and a trace on the 6th).</p> </blockquote>  <p>and now today, where we’ve got at least an inch and counting. Break out the cocoa and whipped cream! </p>  <p>What? Marshmallows? Nonsense. Marshmallows are for s’mores. </p></div>
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        <title>Atonement</title>
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        <summary>Alvy Singer: [addressing the camera] There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Alvy Singer:</strong> [<em>addressing the camera</em>] There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.</p><p>-<em>-Annie Hall</em> (1977)</p><p>----------------------------</p><p><em>Housekeeping Note: this is another post I started several days ago and didn't finish until just now, so I'm clearing out some mental cobwebs getting it out there. </em></p><p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a6fb8a79970b-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="WKRP-Tukery-Away_l" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a6fb8a79970b " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a6fb8a79970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a>  One of the things I've noticed about having a blog, and later on a Facebook account, is that you never know what's going to spawn a response and what isn't. Usually when I do a FB post that's related to <em>The West Wing</em>, I'll get a couple of "likes" and maybe a comment or two. This year I got nothing. On the other hand, an offhand reference to<a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/322/wkrp-in-cincinnati-turkeys-away" target="_blank"> an episode of </a><em><a>WKRP in Cincinnati</a></em> launched all kinds of conversations. Likewise, another comment I made about watching TV on Thanksgiving Day launched a similar number of responses. </p><p>A short while back I did a post about the <a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/baltimore_diary/2009/11/nostalgia-aint-what-it-used-to-be.html" target="_blank">high school friends I have nowadays</a>, and the relative lack of overlap that the modern-day group has with the friends I had then. It's not a big deal, just something I noticed. And while the post itself has no comments attached to it (at present), it has engendered several responses. Most of them have been about what a funny/witty guy I am, and how they never suspected that in high school. (My stock response is that I was funny but not especially witty, which I think is more or less true.) But there was one brief conversation I had with someone that actually touched me, a little. Much of what you'll see here is heavily paraphrased. My memory isn't that great. </p><p>A few days ago someone took the time to send me an Instant Message on Facebook. She opened with "I owe you an apology." This actually confused me, since I didn't recall her saying anything odd, or mean, or unusual, in the recent past or ever, really. </p><p>She went on to say that she'd read my post, and it had gotten her to thinking back to high school. And the bottom line was that, if she'd said anything rude to me, or purposely ignored me, or done anything mean in my general direction back then, then she genuinely apologized for it. </p><p>What do you do with something like that? </p><p>In my case, I thanked her and told her (truthfully) that I hold no ill will toward anybody from school. She noted that there were some people from those days who seem not to have changed at all, and others who surprised her by going a long way in life. (Apparently I was in the second batch.) We chatted a little bit about some of the people--not by name--who pretty much peaked in high school and how you never really know. At that point I had to sign off so I thanked her again and bade her good-bye. </p><p>You know what? That was a pretty brave action on her part, and you don't get a lot of opportunities to do something like that in life. I tried once a couple of years ago: I wanted to re-connect with someone from my past so I wrote a letter and sent it out. I never got a reply. But at least I took that opportunity. </p><p>So thanks to you, RFP: you didn't do anything to make my life more miserable back in the past (that I know of, anyway), but you did brighten my week a little bit in the present. </p><p /></div>
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        <title>Gone To The Fair</title>
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        <summary>Don Eppes: [picks up paper airplane off floor] Who made this? Charlie Eppes: Me. Why? Don Eppes: Well, wings are a little thin here, buddy. Dr. Larry Fleinhardt: Hey, wait, wait, let me see this. Charlie Eppes: Forgive me if...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Don Eppes:</strong> [<em>picks up paper airplane off floor</em>] Who made this? <br /><strong>Charlie Eppes:</strong> Me. Why? <br /><strong>Don Eppes:</strong> Well, wings are a little thin here, buddy. <br /><strong>Dr. Larry Fleinhardt:</strong> Hey, wait, wait, let me see this. <br /><strong>Charlie Eppes: </strong>Forgive me if all my years of advanced applied mathematics take issue with that assessment. <br /><strong>Don Eppes:</strong> Yeah, well, you'll forgive me if all my years of high school detention say I'm right. </p><p>--<em>Numb3rs </em>(2005)</p><p>------------------------------------------</p><p><em>Housekeeping Note: this is one of a few posts that I started and, for some reason, didn't finish recently, so I'm playing catch-up to get it out there.  </em></p><p>One of the big advantages of a school system that's in a city of some size is that there are lots of specialized city-wide programs which appeal to students of all stripes. Digital Harbor, for instance, is a technology-oriented school and most (if not all) of the academic courses are bent in that direction. Hell, the LIBRARY looks kind of like an Apple store. Mergenthaler (Mervo) has a Hospitality program, where students can learn the hotel business, or learn to run restaurants. And so on. Some schools have Junior ROTC programs, others don't, some are designed for college-bound students and others are dedicated to students who are likely to need more than four years to graduate. </p><p>Consequently, choosing a high school can be a daunting task. This is why Baltimore City Schools recently staged a High School Fair over at Poly. All of the high schools got a chance to make a pitch at eighth graders who were pondering the high school they'd be applying for in a few weeks. </p><p>Yes, there is an application process for high schools. Some of the schools, like Poly or City, have entrance criteria based on grades, MSA scores, attendance and so on. Other schools do not, but take their students through a lottery system. Still others have no specific criteria but will take all comers. </p><p>I was asked to help out at the High School Fair. Originally I was going to come in early, around the time the whole thing started, but I was told that bodies were needed for the late shift. This worked out well, since it turned out that Wife was also going to be working the fair, from the other end: she was escorting eighth graders from her school around. </p><p>I was told that I'd be on the registration table, and that my shift would run from 1:00--3:00. I made plans to get there by 12:45 so that I could learn the ropes, but the traffic to the fair thwarted me: the place was thick with students! I got in at exactly 1:00. Also, they didn't need anyone for registration by then, so I was put on the exit door as a kind of bouncer. Students who hadn't registered couldn't re-enter through my door; they had to go through the entrance. </p><p>The other bad news was that, in arriving at 1:00, I'd missed out on the food they'd given the other volunteers, AND I didn't get a High School Fair T-shirt. This is two events for which I've come in and not gotten a T-shirt. I'm starting to feel a little ripped-off, here. Also, the event only ran until 2:00, at which point schools started taking down their tables and displays. Nobody seemed to need any other assistance from me, so I was gone by 2:15. </p><p>But the Fair itself was a huge success; about four thousand people were in attendance throughout the day, and the exit surveys that I got to see (given to me by people who'd missed the place they were supposed to leave it) were almost all very positive. I'd say I saw about fifty surveys and only one was negative in any way. So that's not bad, and the folks who organized the fair did a great job, except for feeding and clothing me. But then again, that wasn't really the point of the day, so I can just suck it up. </p><p>And, of course, make a point of showing up extra early at the Middle School Fair in a couple of months. </p></div>
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        <title>That Old Joke About Arguing On The Internet Isnt Such a Joke Sometimes</title>
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        <summary>Earl Sinclair: Water is the opposite of fire, which we have previously established as a vegetable. What's the opppsite of a vegetable? Fruit. So, water is a fruit. Fruit is not a vegetable, so it has to be either an...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Earl Sinclair</strong>: Water is the opposite of fire, which we have previously established as a vegetable. What's the opppsite of a vegetable? Fruit. So, water is a fruit. Fruit is not a vegetable, so it has to be either an animal or a rock. We know it's not an animal, therefore, fruit is a rock. </p><p>--<em>Dinosaurs</em>, "Family Challenge" (9/25/91)</p><p>--------------------------------------------------------</p><p>I can’t believe I let myself get sucked this deeply into a non-argument, and on the Internets, no less…I’m still shaking my head over it.</p> <p>A few days ago, a Facebook friend of mine, who is leading what I understand to be a vegetarian-leaning lifestyle (she hasn’t quite gone over completely, not yet), posted some statistics to her wall: </p> <blockquote> <p>It takes 16 pounds of grain and 2,500 gallons of water to produce one pound of meat. Yet 16 people can be fed on that amount of grain and it only takes 250 gallons of water to produce the grain. Feed given to livestock is sprayed with pesticides. More than 90% of the toxic chemical residues found in foods consumed by Americans comes from animal products.</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012875afbdb8970c-pi"><img align="left" alt="HappyCow" border="0" height="94" src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012875afbdbf970c-pi" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="HappyCow" width="76" /></a> Now, I don’t know that this is absolutely true but that’s not really important. It just kind of interested me that this might be a different, less-confrontational way of approaching the situation. Everyone knows the usual arguments, after all. Why not find a different approach? Why not argue that a vegetarian diet is good for Mother Earth? Out of curiosity, I replied to her:</p> <blockquote> <p>Is this an overall average or are these figures related specifically to beef? <br />Ponder this: is it "greener" to eat pork or chicken or lamb? How about veal, since we're not raising the animals to full size? <br />I'm just wondering if there's a sort of middle ground that can be attained.</p> </blockquote> <p>The line about veal was only partially facetious. If you’ve got people who are unwilling to give up meat altogether, then it’s certainly greener not to raise a cow to adulthood. This was still a thought experiment for me. Her reply was that the stats referred specifically to beef, and that buying organic essentially turned out not to be a better alternative, because she’d learned about abuses at an “organic” farm in Vermont. OK, fair enough. And, of course, veal was out of the question.  </p> <p>And that’s when it got a little weird. Another friend of hers, whom I don’t know, replied: </p> <blockquote> <p>Middle ground would probably be just reducing meat consumption, i.e. eating vegan one day a week.. if everyone did it would make a big difference. Definitely don't eat the baby (veal) who was ripped from it's wailing mother and trapped 24/7 in a cage too small to turn around in until it was slaughtered for your culinary pleasure. That's just too much bad karma to digest.</p> </blockquote> <p>See, now we’re going down the path of rhetoric. Awhile later a second friend of hers posted:</p> <blockquote> <p>There's no such thing as a middle ground. [<em>Vegetarian Friend #1,</em>]  the dairy industry requires veal because the milk produced for the cow's child (aka veal) is stolen and redirected to human consumers.Therefore any suppport [<em>sic</em>] of the dairy industry directly supports veal whether or not the individual eats or gives up veal.</p> </blockquote> <p>My friend chipped in: </p> <blockquote> <p>Thanks [<em>Vegetarian Friend #2</em>] simple facts that most of us never realized or even considered. I never ate veal but never really knew what it was no less how it was "produced". I'd be thrilled to know that Claude &amp; his family had declared one day a week, or even one meal Vegan. May seem like a small success on behalf of animals but to the one individual chicken, dairy cow, baby calf, little laying hen or her male chick saved it's a 100% success. That's the perspective I gained from Wayne Pacelle - brilliant man! And although Claude is host of the much anticipated annual pig roast he is willing to consider/ discuss which is so cool. </p> </blockquote> <p>I should have just dropped it there…I should have seen the red lights. But, no. Frankly, I was annoyed that the discussion had gotten dragged off-track. My reply:</p> <blockquote> <p>Yeah, what [<em>My FB Friend</em>] said. So stop giving me crap about the wailing cows and whatever. It wasn't necessary to go there; it really lowered the discourse. <br />The point of Ann's original post was that it's an inefficient use of resources to raise a cow to full size in order to harvest its meat. So I asked about alternatives that would be more efficient. I'm not giving up meat; I'd consider a meatless day or two per week.</p> </blockquote> <p>And that’s when all hell broke loose. Veggie Friend #1:</p> <blockquote> <p>Claude, the abusive treatment of cows in factory farms is a reality. If speaking the truth lowers the discourse then I would be happy to lower it anyday [<em>sic</em>].</p> </blockquote> <p>Veggie Friend #2: </p> <blockquote> <p>Claude you sound like a psycopath who is unable to empathize with the suffering of others. Your flippant reference to the "wailing cows or whatever" confirms this.</p> </blockquote> <p>I’m not sure what a “psycopath” is, but perhaps it’s related to the English word “Psychopath.” I’ll go with that. My next attempt was this: </p> <blockquote> <p>And again, I say THAT WASN'T THE POINT of the original post. You convince nobody when you go off message.</p> </blockquote> <p>My friend, trying to calm the waters, a little bit: </p> <blockquote> <p>The point of my post was to provide a couple among the many ethical, environmental and health reasons to go vegan. Since my posts about the recent expose by HSUS* of the gratuitous grotesque violence committed upon helpless days old calves went virtually ignored I thought I might call attention to just a couple environmental &amp; health reasons. </p> </blockquote> <p>She said a little bit more but it’s not really germane to the discussion. Me again:</p> <blockquote> <p>See, for me the whole thing was a little bit of a thought exercise. <br />Since raising a cow to adulthood is so ENVIRONMENTALLY inefficient, between the feed and the water and the greenhouse gases and the several years that it probably takes (that's a guess on my part), a pretty compelling argument could be made that it's better for the planet as a whole to find an alternative source of protein for those who refuse to give up meat altogether. Maybe you can't save the whole world, but you can certainly work on your little corner of it. OK, beef is a trainwreck, but perhaps pork isn't so much (I don't know this for a fact; I'm just saying that as an example.)  <br />I'm sure that there are plenty of people who care about the relative cruelty involved with meat processing, but that was never the point IN THIS THREAD. Further, there are always going to be people who won't be swayed by that argument any more than they'd be convinced that "Fur is Murder" by getting splashed with blood, or that abortion is wrong by being confronted with disturbing photos. Bottom line is that a confrontational tone doesn't really lower the discourse so much as it does eliminate it altogether.  <br />So, you look in another direction: it's the "green" thing to do. An interesting tack to take...!</p> </blockquote> <p>I thought I was really trying, here, I swear. But now we’re on the fur wagon. My fault.  Veggie Friend #2: </p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012875afbdcb970c-pi"><img align="right" alt="FranceFurProtest" border="0" height="178" src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a6ad6576970b-pi" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="FranceFurProtest" width="265" /></a> Claude I highly recommend you learn more about what is involved in factory farming so that it becomes more than simply a clinical, intellectual exercise in maximizing efficiency. Remember, you are talking about the systematic mistreatment and murder of literally billions of intelligent, self-aware animals. Ann I have to respectfully disagree about throwing blood on people's faces being wrong. First of all it is red paint not blood, and secondly, it is thrown on their fur coats. Anyone who sees how a fur coat is made would recognize that it involves behavior that is criminal and shockingly evil. [<em>145 words of graphic animal torture snipped</em>]</p> </blockquote> <p>My friend had a reply here but unfortunately I didn’t save it and I’m typing this from an offline position, so you’re out of luck. The bottom line was that we both had a point, and violence begets violence. She also posed a facetious situation where meat eaters were stuck on a plane and shipped to China. (The in-flight dinner would be Veal Parmigiana—heh.)  He replied briefly that it wasn’t so much violence as it was economic sabotage. OK, but still.</p> <p>It was at this point that I actually sent my friend an email, apologizing to her for dragging the conversation through the muck like this. On the other hand, I noted, “You wanted comments…now you’ve got them” but I also promised to try once more before quitting altogether. Back in the thread, I wrote: </p> <blockquote> <p>I never said that your respective viewpoints aren't valid ones. Both you and [<em>Veggie Friend #2</em>] have those specific facts in your corner. <br />HOWEVER, both of you miss the original intent of the thread, which is that perhaps a different approach to convince people to seek an alternative may be in order (or, perhaps more accurately, coming at the situation from a different angle would convince a different set of people). The both of you wrote very impassioned responses to me but there's really nothing new in them, so I didn't need to bother finishing what was written. <br />At this point, you've both become so entrenched in your argument that you've decided I"m some kind of mean-spirited person who does most of my food shopping at the local puppy mill, and aren't necessarily reading what *I* have to say. <br />And my bottom line IN THIS CONTEXT is: change the argument. Yes, factory farming is nasty business. Yes, terrible things happen. Everybody knows that and either doesn't care (enough), or is in denial, or something else. So...take another tack. Go the "green" route. Go the "health" route. Go in another direction that we haven't even thought of. It can't possibly hurt, and may even help. Who knows?</p> </blockquote> <p>Veggie Friend #2 fired back: </p> <blockquote> <p>Claude what you are saying is that you lack the capacity to be moved by the suffering of animals and need to be convinced on another basis to go vegan, whether it be from the standpoint of efficiency, environmental impact, etc. Your approach is sociopathic.</p> </blockquote> <p>I did? Where did I say that? And, again I’m being diagnosed with sociopathy. I think I’m-a gonna get me some mustache wax and spend my spare time twirling it between thumb and forefinger. This time I apologized in the thread, saying, “Sorry [<em>FB Friend</em>], I tried.” Within two minutes, he replied: </p> <blockquote> <p>Do you really believe that? Or is that something you tell yourself so you can appear reasonable?</p> </blockquote> <p>I don’t know, boy, I’m not sure I was exactly telling my<em>self</em> anything. But this was the point where I bailed out of the fray. Of course, when you get the email alerts from Facebook, the conversation never really ends for you. Consequently I’ve seen a couple of subsequent posts in a similar vein. </p> <p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef012875afbdd4970c-pi"><img align="left" alt="20060909-dia_sin_carne_002.preview" border="0" height="184" src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef0120a6ad659f970b-pi" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20060909-dia_sin_carne_002.preview" width="244" /></a> So that’s my most recent trip down the Internet Rabbit Hole. The question I never got to ask, though, is: if we’re going the whole animal cruelty argument as our reason for not eating meat, is it OK if I eat a steak that comes from a cow who committed suicide? </p> <p>And, of course, the moral of the story is that you shouldn’t pick on a guy who’s always looking for blog fodder. Fair Warning: Comments related to the vegetarian/carnivore lifestyle will be deleted or edited, regardless of your politics.</p> <p>*Humane Society of the United States</p></div>
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        <title>I Should Have Just Looked for This Clip in the First Place</title>
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        <summary>This is a clip from the Sanford and Son episode I wrote about yesterday. I was doubting the preciseness of my memory so I went looking for it. It's not for the types who get the vapors. You Have Been...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>This is a clip from the Sanford and Son episode I wrote about yesterday. I was doubting the preciseness of my memory so I went looking for it. It's not for the types who get the vapors. You Have Been Warned. </p><p />

<p><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSrKLTx_ao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="364" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSrKLTx_ao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="445" /></object></p>It turns out I have a pretty good memory. <p>Also: Hey, Ray Stevens Fans! I'm on your side! I think "The Streak" was a great, funny track! I'm just saying that I'm not sure it'd do well if it were released today, is all. It's entirely too contextual, as are all of the songs I brought up. So, peace. Everything Is Beautiful now, right? </p></div>
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        <title>I Don't Think So, Now</title>
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        <summary>Narrator: In 1966 the Rutles faced the biggest threat to their careers. Nasty, in a widely quoted interview had apparently claimed that the Rutles were bigger than God, and was reported to have gone on to say that God had...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Narrator: </strong>In 1966 the Rutles faced the biggest threat to their careers. Nasty, in a widely quoted interview had apparently claimed that the Rutles were bigger than God, and was reported to have gone on to say that God had never had a hit record. The story spread like wildfire in America. Many fans burnt their albums; many more burnt their fingers attempting to burn their albums. Album sales skyrocketed: people were buying them just to burn them. </p>

<p>-<em>-The Rutles: All You Need is Cash</em> (1978) </p>

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<p>I've been on a bit of an oldies kick lately. This is not an easy thing to do unless you have a pretty extensive music collection, or a lot of patience with iTunes. Fortunately for me, I have both. </p>

<p>The big problem with iTunes is that the station descriptions aren't always especially accurate. Many times a station will advertise itself as being "Hits of the 50s, 60s, and 70s" and the first thing I hear is something from the late 80s. "Sunshine Radio Network," I'm looking at you. A few stations are pretty cool to listen to, though. </p>

<p>One of them is called <a href="http://www.hylitradio.com/asx/hylit-radio.asx" target="_blank">HyLit Radio</a> (link goes directly to the streaming audio screen), and it's mostly songs from the 1960s interspersed with radio jingles from that era. If you're a jingle freak you'll like this station. There are also audio clips of Hy Lit himself, who was a big-wheel DJ in Philadelphia in the 50s and 60s. This part was less creepy before I learned that Lit died about two years ago. His son is running the operation, now.</p>

<p>Another favorite of mine is<a href="http://www.wcbsfm.com" target="_blank"> WCBS-FM</a>, mostly because I like their midday guy, Bob Shannon so much. Here's a story: WCBS was a personality-driven Oldies station from 1972 to 2005. Most of the bigger DJs from the 60s were recruited to do air shifts there. In June of 2005, the station's format changed abruptly to the Jack-FM format. The ratings absolutely plummeted, and the station returned to a slightly modified version of its original format two years later. When Shannon's not on, I usually tune out because I'm not in the mood for commercials. </p>

<p>A streaming station that I've recently turned to is the <a href="http://www.freebase.com/view/en/wwrw_the_world_wide_radio_web" target="_blank">World Wide Radio Web</a>, which plays some pretty deep cuts. This station doesn't do commercials or DJs, but it does occasionally drop in a jingle. </p>

<p>But none of this is the point of my post today. While listening to all this good old stuff, I heard a few songs that I found myself realizing either wouldn't, or couldn't possibly, get made today for one reason or another. Never mind that they were big hits back in the day; they wouldn't happen today. Case in point: </p>

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<p>"Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" by Paul McCartney and Wings is such a quirky, weird piece of work that it would never get airplay these days, regardless of Paul's Beatles heritage. Even though this song was on his second solo album <em>Ram</em>, it could easily be a track from the White Album or<em> Abbey Road</em>. And while "Free As A Bird" did well as a Beatles track even though it was rescued from a demo of John Lennon's, it's pretty clear that the experimental noises on it (false ending, backwards audio, applause) were Paul's doing. But "Uncle Albert" would get airplay these days <em>only </em>as a Beatles track, and <em>only </em>as a novelty Hey Look What We Found in the Vaults kind of thing.</p>

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<p>"Last Dance" by Donna Summer captures not only the music (duh) of the Disco era, but also some of the attitudes of that time and place. Remember, this was before anyone had ever heard of AIDS, and casual sex was pretty easy to come by. Many, MANY people went to the Disco just to hook up with someone, anyone. It sounds like a bad pickup line--and it was--but many people of both sexes would say Hello by asking, "Your place or mine?" Listen closely to the lyrics and you'll realize that this song is about the final opportunity of the evening to get laid. This song wouldn't happen nowadays without a rewrite. </p>
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<p>The Streak kind of goes without saying, not just because it's a novelty record and they don't seem to have any traction nowadays, but because it's a novelty record based on specific news events. If you go to YouTube, there's a video that Ray Stevens made several years later, but in my head it's not that funny; what's more it assumes that you're already in on the joke and overpunches the funnier lines. (This, incidentally, is the problem I have with "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer"--the version that we all hear nowadays is a re-recording, which doesn't quite trust you to get the jokes.) </p>
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<p>Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music". White boy. Need I say more? Too bad, I'm gonna. This country has gotten waaay too sensitive to racial issues. People have said that the show<em> All in the Family</em> wouldn't get on TV today, but part of that is because the overall attitudes have changed. The shows haven't changed in syndication. <em>Sanford and Son</em>, however, would occasionally break out that "N word", and you're not likely to hear that used unless you're watching the show on DVD. One of my favorite episodes of the show involves Fred challenging a racist cop in traffic court. When the officer testifies that he tickets white people too, Fred points to the gallery and asks, "Where are they? Look at all the [n-word]s in here...you got enough [n-word]s to make a <em>Tarzan </em>movie." It was a convulsively funny moment BECAUSE he said it just like that. It was shocking and hysterical, and it's really too bad that the PC Police would take me down if I typed it correctly. Anyway, Wild Cherry is out. I'm willing to bet that the "Theme from <em>Shaft" </em>would get the boot, too. </p><p>I'm going to toss one more out there, even though it wasn't a single. But if it were recorded today it would sound very different. "With a Little Help From My Friends" by The Beatles is a track whose entire charm is in the fact that it was written for someone with a limited vocal range, and Ringo Starr manages to sing slightly off-key. And while he got a lot of coaching from Paul McCartney to do the last note, he clearly warbles a bit. Today, we have Auto-Tune type technologies, this is a song that would wind up getting "fixed" in the mix. In this case, "fixed" is semantically equivalent to "neutered".</p><p>Can you think of any songs which have no place in today's world? </p><p />

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        <title>Getting Debt-Free is Not So Much With the Free</title>
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        <published>2009-11-12T20:42:02-05:00</published>
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        <summary>Everybody: Cut, cut, cut, cut. Rachel: [cuts a card] You know what? I think we can leave it at that. It was kind of a symbolic gesture... Monica: Rachel, that was a library card. [Everybody cheers her on, and she...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Everybody:</strong> Cut, cut, cut, cut. <br /><strong>Rachel:</strong> [<em>cuts a card</em>] You know what? I think we can leave it at that. It was kind of a symbolic gesture...<br /><strong>Monica:</strong> Rachel, that was a library card.<br />[<em>Everybody cheers her on, and she reluctantly cuts a credit card</em>] <br /><strong>Chandler:</strong> You know, if you listen closely, you can hear a thousand retailers scream. </p><p>--<em>Friends</em>, "The One Where Monica Gets A Roommate" (9/22/94)</p><p>---------------------------------</p><p>This past summer was a rough one for Wife and me, financially. </p><p>For those of you not in the know, we both work in Baltimore City schools. Teachers are paid on a ten-month basis, and not at all during the summer. Every district does this differently: some systems pay their teachers year-round, others do it like Baltimore. Daughter's mother, who is also a teacher, works in a district that pays you during the year as though you were being paid year-round, but in June they give you a check that's equal to two months' pay. So there's no real standard, here. </p><p>Ordinarily, one or both of us, get a decent amount of work during the summer and that, plus a little money we've saved up during the year, is enough to get us to that first paycheck in September. This is why teachers in Baltimore look a little gaunt around Labor Day, kids. This summer, however, Wife only got about twenty hours' total of work, and I got a little bit more, but we're still not talking a significant amount of money for either of us. So in addition to burning through our savings, we also pretty much maxed out our credit cards. </p><p>Doing this, of course, hurt our credit rating, as our debt-to-credit ratio was affected. In short, if you have, say, $10,000 worth of credit but only $2000 in total balances, that's better for your score than having the same amount of credit and $9000 in balances. This can turn into a bit of a vicious cycle, since the banks are all in their own weird little spirals: we'd run up a card and then a bank would run our numbers and realize that our debt:credit wasn't so great, so rather than kill the card they'd reduce our credit limit to the next hundred dollars. We had one card (with a good payment record, mind you) that started with a $5000 credit limit and a $1450-ish balance; next thing we knew that card had a $1500 limit because the issuing bank had gotten hinky. </p><p>So now, we've got a card that, instead of being in a respectable ratio of about 30%, this card is now at 96%. So guess what? Another bank freaks out over our ratio and cuts <em>their</em> credit limit to us. And around and around. </p><p>So now that the summer is over and the paychecks are coming in regularly, we're<em> just now</em>(!) at the point where we're not broke as soon as the checks arrive. But in the meantime, the banks are still up to all kinds of chicanery. They're buying each other out and reevaluating customers yet again, and of course they're all changing the terms of the cards, just because they can. Since we're now working on paying everyone off, and considering how well we did despite being so broke all that time (there were a few late payments, but nobody was completely ignored on purpose), it's kind of irritating to be working so hard and being penalized anyway.</p><p>So today I got one notice too many and took a stand. It was one which told me that my interest rate would skyrocket to 29.99% if I was late on any payment, plus they'd decided that they were going to impose an annual fee on the card, which would be parceled out in small increments each month. Naturally, if I wanted to opt out, the account would be closed. Their ball, their rules, right? </p><p>So I gave them a call, and frankly I expected one of two things to happen: either they'd talk me out of it by cancelling the change, or they'd try to logic me out of it ("this can affect your credit rating" kind of stuff, which is true but only temporarily). Either way, I figured that there would be some kind of "please stay with us" effort, since having their hooks in me one way or another is better than not getting my money at all. </p><p><a href="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef01287593bb17970c-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Cut up card" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341d75c753ef01287593bb17970c " src="http://baltimorediary.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d75c753ef01287593bb17970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a>  What I didn't expect was the response I got. I told them that I'd received a Notice of Change in Terms and that I wanted to opt out. The happy little representative simply said, "Okay, we'll be closing that account, then, and you'll continue receiving bills as usual until the balance is paid off." And boom, just like that a seven-year relationship with Merrick Bank is over. </p><p>It kind of reminds me of when we were moving to Parkville and our mortgage fell through, almost literally at the last minute. We had to ask the previous owners for an extension and find another bank. The bank that backed out? Countrywide. Go ahead, <a href="http://my.countrywide.com/interstitial3.aspx?dest=https://www0.bankofamerica.com/home-loans/overview.go" target="_blank">check out their website nowadays</a>. </p><p /></div>
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        <title>Yeah, yeah, yeah. </title>
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        <published>2009-11-12T17:27:22-05:00</published>
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        <summary>Regina "Reggie" Kostas: [after typical argument with Becker, and he leaves] What I wouldn't give to hear a screech and a thump right now! [screech, but no thump] Dr. John Becker: You missed me, ya bastard! --Becker, "Physician, Heal Thyself"...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong>Regina "Reggie" Kostas</strong>: <em>[after typical argument with Becker, and he leaves</em>] What I wouldn't give to hear a screech and a thump right now! <br />[<em>screech, but no thump</em>]<br /><strong>Dr. John Becker</strong>:  You missed me, ya bastard! </p><p>--<em>Becker</em>, "Physician, Heal Thyself" (1/11/99)</p><p>--------------------------------</p><p>I know...of all the days to not write something, I missed my Blogoversary yesterday. Five years of Baltimore Diary! </p><p>Give me a little while, I do have a story to tell. It'll be up in a couple of hours, tops. </p><p /></div>
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