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I was speaking with my supervisor about anonymous web connections. He thought I said a naughty moose. Now I have the moose song stuck in my head.
Make the hurting stop!
Make the hurting stop!
Feb. 20th, 2003
I want it to be summer
I want it to be reasonably dry
I want to find a concrete wall
and I want to whip my lacross ball off this wall at severe velocities, and try and catch it again. That's right, I want to play a game of high velocity catch with myself. It is no longer satisfying to just hold my lacrosse stick, and toss the ball in the air and catch, while my co-workers get nervous with me on the verge of sending a 3 inch wide rubber ball flying in their directions. Catching a high speed lacrosse ball with your stick is an undescribable pleasure. Part of me is tempted to bring it to fencing on the odds the small room next door will be empty.
I want it to be reasonably dry
I want to find a concrete wall
and I want to whip my lacross ball off this wall at severe velocities, and try and catch it again. That's right, I want to play a game of high velocity catch with myself. It is no longer satisfying to just hold my lacrosse stick, and toss the ball in the air and catch, while my co-workers get nervous with me on the verge of sending a 3 inch wide rubber ball flying in their directions. Catching a high speed lacrosse ball with your stick is an undescribable pleasure. Part of me is tempted to bring it to fencing on the odds the small room next door will be empty.
