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Tell me why.

cahfee

When I started drinking coffee, I always killed it with a lot of sugar. Eventually, though, I got tired of fooling with it and started drinking it black. Almost everyone in my family drinks it black, and I think that most Southerners drink it black. I've noticed that a lot of people up here in Connecticutland use cream and sugar. The guy who prints our catalogues brings us coffee a lot, and I always have to elbow people out of the way when it arrives -- I just want to grab a cup, and they want to stand around mixing in various substances.

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Oh, and for the poll's purposes, sugar=Sweet 'n' Low=Equal. Any kind of sweetener.

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I'm all excited about the NCAA tournament starting tomorrow. (Shaddup!) Mississippi State is in it, and that's exceedingly rare. Actually, I think their having a good team this year has something to do with my moving away from Starkville. I moved to Virginia in August 1994. The next March, MSU made the sweet sixteen. The next year, with me still in VA, they made the final four. I moved back in late '96, and they haven't been back to the big dance 'til now, and here I am in Connectimus. Crazy.

We're doing a pool at work, too, and I'd really like to win that. 240 bucks in the pot so far. Won't happen, though, because I don't know anything about many of the teams. And I haven't figured out a way to cheat.

I burned a set of a Neil Young compilation for Peter, one of my bosses -- his birthday was Friday. He was really excited about it. He's had kind of a rough time of it lately. His wife has been laid up with a bad back, so he's been in and out of work because they have two young boys and don't have anyone to help. Plus, he got a phone call last week from his father, who went in for rectal cancer surgery and only told Peter about it the day of the surgery. Peter's a good guy -- I hope things get better for him and his family.

Talked to Dad tonight. He ended up not going to Texas -- his doctor told him it probably wouldn't be a good idea because he's recovering from a badly sprained ankle. Dad didn't sound bummed out about it, which I was glad to hear. Sometimes he'll plan trips like that and then just sort of wuss out, but this time he had a legitimate reason, which made him happy because he didn't have to think of an excuse. Does that make sense? Probably only to me and my Dad. :) Anyway, he wants to go to Texas sometime this spring or summer, so I'll try to nag him to do that and to come visit me.

In other parental news, Mom called me at work from the Acme Oyster Bar on Monday. How's that for rubbing it in? :) She'd better bring me some ( boudin, by god . . . )

Does anyone remember laughter?

Robert Plant is a fucking rock star, and if you don't believe it, you'd better recognize. On every Zep boot I've ever heard where they do "Over the Hills and Far Away," he follows the line " . . . and a pocket full of gold" up with "Acapulco Gold!"

Oh, god, this is even better! Between songs, he just said:

"Since we saw you last, there have been a few developments in the canon. And a few cannons in the development."

The canon! I'm making fun, but I do love the old chap.