tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38134340721446551152012-02-07T17:57:50.266-08:00JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.comBlogger1581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-18108145583623432952012-02-07T17:57:00.001-08:002012-02-07T17:57:50.271-08:00

Over the last year, it has become apparent to me that the power button is the most aptly named of all buttons.

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No explanation necessary, I hope.

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Will 10:13 work? I forgot.This is the time of the day when I use the television as a babysitter, which is something I said I would never do. Usually Nadia is napping at ten, so I can get something done if I put on the television for Sofia. It's horrible. She only wants Shrek lately. Also horrible. I tried to get her into something good, but she only wants crap. Fine. Don't watch Hard Boiled.

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I only left the for about fifteen minutes, so here ya go. I am actually jealous of this guy. I love riding the bus. I never get to do it anymore.

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The hands that build can also tear down. Even the hands of love. EVEN THE HANDS OF LOVE!

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When I passed this notice board around noon, it was completely covered with flyers for a local rap/electronic show. There must have been sixty of the same exact flyer, no other flyers at all. At first it was annoying, but I started appreciating after staring at it for a moment. The flyers were very simple, just a black background with white text arranged in a cross that may or may not have been

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This is how my Wednesdays usually start. Actually, it's kinda how my every day starts, but Wednesdays are little worse than other days because I am in class all day on Tuesday. Jessica or my mom will watch the girls and Jessica will get house work done that I tend to neglect, such as laundry. This means that on Wednesday the things that I don't neglect need a little extra effort. 

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The Devil Inside is a two-page Nashphalt comic about my search for somewhere quiet to study. It came from three things: A guy in the quiet study room at the library who often comes in, sits down, blares loud music in his headphones, then coughs like an elderly dragon for thirty minutes. The time that I was in that same room enjoying the quiet when a woman came in with her laptop and attempted

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I have been enrolled at MTSU twice previously. First was Spring of 2000. I was a high school dropout who almost magically made it into the honors program, which even had its own dorm, Wood/Felder. Wood was the girls side, Felder was for the boys. I met a ton of new friends there, dated my first post-high-school girlfriend (who is now married to a staffer for the Georgia representative who first

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Everyone has advice on how to best live life. I keep forgetting to jot mine down. In mo particular order: Rhetorical questions are pointless. They are traps and weapons for politicians and lawyers. If you are a politician or a lawyer, then use them. If you are not, don't. The only questions to be asked of friends and family are genuine ones, not ones meant to win for an audience.

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I was supposed to meet Jessica on 9/11/01.  I worked my early shift at Media Play that morning, making room in a CD rack for the release of  an insane number of Jay-Z's (now classic) album The Blueprint, when the store manager came storming past me. In the months that I had known Rick Little he had demonstrated an impressive variety of serious faces. His face that morning was on a new level.  "

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Normally, I enjoy your news casts on some level. They start at nine o'clock, which is great for me because I have two sub-school age daughters and am pretty much tuned out of reality after ten. Also, you have obviously gone out of your way to hire attractive talent in the last few years, and I am not yet at an age where such a decision doesn't influence my viewing habits.  You have made a couple

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It was crazy.  Nadia was in her little incline bed (incline because she has mild reflux issues) which scoots around on carpet. I had her in the dining room where Sofia and I were eating lunch. She started getting noticeably sleepy, so I tucked a blanket around her, gave her her favorite stuffed lion toy, and scooted her into her room. She gave me this huuuuuuuuuuuge smile, probably because I set

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I'm skipping a lot of time here, because I can't get into details without upsetting people who I care very much about. Some time in the very late nineties, I bought my mom the U2 1980-1990 Best Of disc. I'm not sure how many times she got to listen to it before I borrowed it for so long that borrowing turned into stealing. I'd borrowed it because of the Joshua Tree songs. Eventually I got to a

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...but my sorrows, they learned to swim. I haven't lived in a world without U2. My earliest memory of U2 is from when I was around eight years old and I would sometimes take a leisurely bath in my mother's apartment on Saturday mornings when she was cleaning and had the radio blaring. The memory is of either With or Without You or Where the Streets Have No Name. I remember like it was this

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If you interact with me at all, you know I am a huge U2 fan. If you interact with me online, you know that I have an annoying habit of defending the Biggest Band in the World. Yes, I know it seems obnoxious to stick up for a band who have pretty much done everything and made a shit ton of money in the process. It's not like they need any defenders. Here's the thing. I'm not really defending

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(this is a repost from Nashphalt. I'm also putting it there because I'd like to make a two-pager out of it one day.) Living in the pediatric intensive care unit at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital is trying. Any development in the health of a child which necessitates intensive care is going to be stressful. Exhausting. Depressing. There are days of progress and there are days of regress. Mostly,

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-23759049710580573262011-06-10T21:35:00.001-07:002011-06-10T21:35:50.350-07:00

Pardon me. I've gotten some things out of order, I think. It's a consequence of doing this so long after the fact and not going over old notes beforehand. The opportunity to do these blogs comes quickly, and at night, so I have to knock it out as quickly as possible. I'll clean things up later. Nadia had been moved to the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU) for her massive abdominal swelling.

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I had already checked out for the night in every way possible, but suddenly checking out wasn't an option. The transition from "look at how great we've been at raising Sofia, we can handle Nadia no problem, I'm just gonna chill and things will work out" to "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE AND WHY WON'T MY BABY STOP THROWING UP" was instant. I called the insurance company and Nadia's doctor.

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I've been told that there are people who became very worried about The Peaches after my last blog entry. I am about to work on the second part of that entry, but in case I don't finish it tonight I need you guys to understand some things. 1. I promised that the entry would go somewhere less dreary, and I intend to fulfill that promise. Writing is hard to come by at the moment. Please bear with

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I did not want Nadia. To be more specific, I did not want a baby with Down 's. It does not feel any better to state this publicly after all this time. It feels worse, actually. However, I have to tell you that in order to tell you about the emotional good that came out of Nadia's hospital stay. Jessica and I did not tell anyone about the possibility of Down's in Nadia until the genetic test

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I swear. . .women, you are sold the strangest little non-books. You know the ones. They are ALWAYS on the clearance tables. I don't know why you do it. You have the internet now. Why buy books full of landscape photos and quotes on the experience of being a woman/daughter/sister/mother? You could write your own, if you tried. Those four dollars could have bought something more substantial, like

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In October of 2008 I was in Memphis for my friend Michael Sheffield's wedding to his longtime girlfriend Konica. The wedding was on the roof of their apartment building, which overlooks the river, and it was great. The journey from the wedding to the reception hall was long, arduous, incredibly fun, and full of details that have no place here. I enjoyed hanging out with the Michael and Konica's

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For those of us who hardly spend any time outdoors, this time of year is magical. We can open the windows and turn off the air condiditioner / heater without needing to bundle up or strip down. The air that we're supposed to be breathing flows through our homes, instead of the infinitely recycled dust and dirt that we've been circulating when we should have changed our air filters six months ago.

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Greetings, neighbor!My name is James Peach. I live at 613 Oak Forest Lane, along with my wife Jessica, daughter Sofia, and our dogs Flavor and Attie. I’m writing this letter because I have reached a point where I simply can’t abide not knowing my neighbors as well as I should. I’ve done a horrible job of connecting with you all, and I hope that that mistake can be fixed. I’ll start by telling

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I started with some "me time" at Starbucks in La Vergne, to prepare myself for the teaching observation that I was to do at La Vergne High School. The music and coffee were both excellent. I saw a couple of old LHS classmates come in and leave. I wasn't able top deduce anything about their adult lives from the short period of time I was able to observe them, other than they seemed like they were

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Here's an excerpt of yesterday's 750words.com entry, where I contemplate a disposable conversation with some coworkers that turned into something more, at least for me. Later, we were talking about U2's hits versus some of their album cuts, and I used "Where the Streets Have No Name" as an example of a song that EVERYONE knows. Tim mentioned how weird the song was, compared to other hits. I

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who was born with barely any skin. She was around one pound when she was born. The Vanderbilt doctor's (who the mother spoke with before heading to Centennial) professional opinion was that she may not be worth saving. The little girl was given a 5% chance of survival. Looking at her first photos was very difficult for me.Now the little girl is 113 days old. Her brother, who is three, tells his

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Last Saturday night, I got drunk and fell out of a tree house. Or, rather, I fell out of the rope contraption that one uses to descend from the tree house. The tree house and rope belong to my friend Aaron Weaver. The injuries I sustained belong to me. The things I'm learning or understanding since the fall belong to God. Before all that, though, let's look at Holly Bagwell's description of the

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-9192315515076272272010-06-22T21:03:00.001-07:002010-06-22T21:03:34.594-07:00

Every passing day blurs the line between GTA radio commercials and radio commercials in real life.

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When I was in high school I loved movies in a way that I don't now. I wanted to make them. I tried to make little ones, but found that I could only do so much without incorporating more people, which made the creation much more complicated and not nearly as fun. For some reason I never really grasped that every single one of the hundreds of people in the credits that rolled after all of my

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Please get your shit together. You’re an embarrassment to your state, which hardly has embarrassments to spare. I thought the people in charge of the Chicago library’s comics collections were incompetent, but you really take the cake. I’ve been driving to and from Iowa through Illinois once or twice a year for four years now, and every single fucking time my tour of duty through your interstates

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Dear Owners of Casey’s General Store,My wife and I recently drove to Charles City, Iowa from Nashville, Tennessee and back again. We stopped at many Casey’s locations, of which we have none in Nashville. Our family was always given excellent service, the food was delicious, and the bathrooms were immaculate. Towards the end of our trip I wished that there were Casey’s locations near our home, and

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1. Head west on 4th Ave toward N Grand Ave - 30 ft2. Continue onto 200th Ave/Brantingham St - 0.3 mi3. Turn left at Gilbert St - 394 ft4. Continue onto S Grand Ave - 0.9 mi5. Continue onto Shadow Ave - 0.9 mi6. Turn left to merge onto IA-27 S/US-218 S/Ave of the Saints Continue to follow IA-27 S/US-218 S - 41.5 mi7. Merge onto US-218 S via the ramp to Waterloo/Airport - 9.4 mi8. Merge onto I-

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One morning round a year ago on Jessica’s parents’ farm in Charles City, Iowa, I wrote the best thing I’ve ever written. I promptly lost it. Before then I’d had a dry spell of writing. I’ve had a dry spell since, not counting essays and the like for school. Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t purposely lose that writing in order to avoid the oppressive awesomeness of it. Maybe I lost it because I

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I am in The Surf Ballroom, which is the venue that Buddy Holly, Big Bopper and Richie Valenz played at the night of their plane crash. It is awesome.

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I don't know if reading Do Anything right now was a good idea. Perhaps I should not read about making comics when I am in the middle of making a comic.

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Warren Ellis's "Do Anything" is perfect reading for shoveling a plate of nachos on a 45 minute break. If I match the pace of my eating with his writing...

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I seem to be making a habit out of not zipping my pants.this may or may not be the reason I was hit on earlier today.

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Okay, I'm making it official because I've yapped about it for so long. Starting in either June or July, The Peaches will be hosting a monthly concert dvd showing at our home. It's likely that one will always be a U2 DVD, either preceding or following another band, always chosen by a random drawing, then Rock Band/Guitar Hero until a reasonable hour. Details after in a couple of weeks.

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40 oz, Doritos, new U2 360 Tour DVD, volunteered baby duty on what promises to be a rough one, called in a false alarm on a car stereo robbery.Dispatcher: "Can you tell me his ethnicity?"Me: "No. It's pretty dark out here."Dispatcher: "If you can determine his ethnicity that would be a big help in case the officers don't get there in time."Me: "He ain't black. That's the best I can do."40 oz was

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I need him to come get this balloon down.

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Sometimes it feels like my muscles work properly only because her existence fuels them. Everything we eat, drink and breathe comes from the earth in some way. So when I say that Jessica is the world to me, I mean it in detail.

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song/performance, and Sofia decided that it sounded good enough that she just had to come out and see what was going on. This song meant a lot to me before Sofia. Sofia's timing added untold meaning to this song for me. Please join me in listening to New Year's Day in celebration of Sofia's first year. I will try my best to elaborate on my feelings right now in the next couple of days. I'm a

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-1402536816602184342010-06-01T10:09:00.000-07:002010-06-01T10:11:46.851-07:00

Check out http://www.geocaching.com for what I'm talking about.

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Today started out flawlessly. Sofia and I made it out to Dad's in Lavergne around nine o'clock, hoping that we could get Sofia down for her nap at home between eleven and noon. The plan was that I would mow the lawn during her nap because there was a fifty percent chance of rain later on, then we would go to Greenbrier to visit two of my grandparents, George and Diane. The plan was fine. The

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-7051182791095160052010-05-28T08:06:00.001-07:002010-05-28T08:11:19.611-07:00

The Peaches went on our first geocaching adventure yesterday. It was an utter failure.If you want to know what geocaching is, click over to http://www.geocaching.com/There are supposedly three caches in a one-mile radius of our home, all with a difficulty rating of one star out of five. We spent almost an hour on the first one, three minutes on the second one, and about half and hour on the third

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-21877282983158589362010-05-24T12:17:00.001-07:002010-05-24T12:17:33.969-07:00

I finally beat Super Mario Bros.

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I hate your stupid salad face.Love,James

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I've taken two weeks to meander since school has been out. The last exam was on the10th. I've managed to get a couple of things done in that time that I wanted to do this summer, but there's still a lot to get cracking on. I still need to do some bathroom sealing and checking on old seals, replace that rotting piece of wood on the garage, finish converting all necessary VHS tapes to digital,

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I HATE YOU. Love, James

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but my dryer is acting strangely.

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http://www.instapaper.com/text?u=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.wired.com%2F~r%2Fwired%2Findex%2F~3%2FYGn0OLl6d5c%2F&article=41923979

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has happened. My internet speeds are higher today. I wonder how consistent that will be. Suddenly switching to Comcast doesn't feel so urgent. I hate Clearwire, but the price I'm paying may be worth it now.

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Comic Book Legends Revealed!Brief history of the space programWhat sites employers use for background checksU.S. Troops left in Haiti: 8?Penn State initiates sonic warfare in stadiumsGeek The Beatles

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How does the entire world not have this yet?

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-82422940827311612142010-05-16T08:53:00.001-07:002010-05-16T08:53:18.370-07:00

Life is just better when the kitchen counters don't look like the floor of a fairgrounds restroom.

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Sofia is funny today. Just caught her sharing her toys with the dogs. Earlier she was wearing her toy box as a hat and trying to crawl.

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Nobody told me that Sofia has a Ramones shirt. WHY WAS I NOT TOLD? How many days in a row wearing the Ramones shirt have been lost forever?

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Oh yeah, you're so hacked, Wii.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-9045907347535589622010-05-15T06:37:00.000-07:002010-05-15T06:39:36.645-07:00

On one hand, it says a lot about where The Peaches are at financially that a ten-dollar check from my jury duty day gets me excited. Now I'm sitting here debating on what to spend my ten dollars on. I'm leaning towards cinder blocks.On the other hand, the first thought being SPEND is not a good thing.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-25776193073899744692010-05-15T06:12:00.000-07:002010-05-15T06:19:44.146-07:00

Kevin Vedders is an elder at Midtown Fellowship, the church I attend. I recently took time to learn more about Midtown's mission and direction, and decided to become a member. Part of joining was having dinner at an elder's home to talk with other new members about our lives, how we became Christians, and how we came to Midtown.Kevin's wife Wendy made an incredible dinner. The five Vedder kids,

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Court: Cyber-bullying not protected speechEvolution of fairness driven by culture, not genesCourt slaps prosecutor who threatened child-porn charges over "sexting"Are publishers trying to kill the periodical comic?

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I'll let Mort Finkleman tell it.

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my Flavors.me page, which is much easier to make look cool, even though I'm sacrificing customization for simplicity.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-2948602137619235582010-05-13T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-13T11:54:35.243-07:00

Baby asleep? Check.Tools? Check.5/16, 1" bolt? Check.THE FREAKING BOLT ISN'T LONG ENOUGH. Sorry, neighbors, for my strange-looking yard.

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I will now attempt to repair my lawn mower. If you see a man on fire and/or armless running down Una Antioch this afternoon, please call my wife.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-204586146827622532010-05-13T07:36:00.001-07:002010-05-13T07:39:09.382-07:00

Need to prepare and deliver dinner to a family from church tonight. It would be rude to make them sick.Then supposed to be eating dinner at another church family's home tomorrow night. Originally this dinner was going to be a couple of weeks ago. Then their kids got sick. Then the flood happened. Now my throat hurts.I will try and do a big "last couple of weeks" post soon.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-56840450589146679162010-05-07T17:25:00.000-07:002010-05-07T17:26:24.100-07:00

YOU PIECE OF SHIT FLAMING CANID.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-20213192026555341132010-05-07T11:35:00.000-07:002010-05-07T11:36:53.801-07:00

maybe don't do it the same week your parents lose their house in a flood.Please pray for some friends of my father and step-mother. They are having a very, very bad week.

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the ball is in your court, Hickory Hollow. Don't mess this up.Oh, great, they're already trying to put rims on the ball.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-15112784479716367432010-05-07T10:44:00.001-07:002010-05-07T10:46:26.020-07:00

This is WAY more usable.

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It was okay. Not the greatest comic I've ever read, but fun.

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Case pushed back a few months because of flood-related complications. They'll be picking a whole new jury.

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I'm frequently asked what my algebra class consists of. Unfortunately, I'm competent at working the problems but not at explaining them. I tell people it's equivalent to high school Algebra II, but that doesn't give many people anything concrete. I'm sure that Algebra II has changed over the years.Over the next four days or so I've got close to one-thousand algebra problems to work in

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Good/Evil deeds increase willpower and strength. Hate blogger wins second mistrial.Videogame art show.Dave Gibbons discusses Martha Washington.

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because I had forgotten to check for my confirmation email after uploading my English final essay. It was all good.

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Here's the email I just received. It has emergency info and some tips, including road closures. Stay home if at all possible! Please read the Mayor's Executive Order 39,as a State of Emergency has been declared.Due to being limited 1,000 emails per 24-hour period, I can only send thisone communication without being locked down by Comcast, due to FCC SpamRegulations.Therefore, I will keep this

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Internet down. No citations happening tonight. I can't really think straight as it is. Day was filled with behavior I don't understand from people I love.

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Hope you read all of my blogs from 2008 that you might have wanted to. TOO LATE NOW.

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Dammit! Six points away from a B in History. Why did I miss those discussion questions? DUMMY. DUMMYDUMMYDUMMY. Come oooooooooooooooooon extra credit.

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About to take the last history test of the semester. Strap in for mediocrity. Will I achieve higher than a C? Will anyone really care at any point, ever?

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I suppose it was foolish of me to think Apple might let Lala.com exist in its current form. I suppose, though, cloud-based iTunes would be cool.

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Testing out text blogging while thinking through a speedbump in my essay.

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he's got a good web comic starting up there. Pretty funny stuff.http://kennykeil.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-beans-man-episode-4-new-glasses.html

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-70652424977743255192010-04-08T05:06:00.000-07:002010-04-08T15:28:13.498-07:00

I wonder if bringing you folks into my daily to-do list would help keep me on my grind. Theoretically, it will give you all more insight into my day, which ended when I gave up on my photo journal. Also, everyone will see when I don't get something done.Maybe? Yeah? No. Let's give it a shot.Home stuffDishesKeep clothes washing/drying/foldingVacuum including all stepschange lightbulbs

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-53798834155765275462010-03-27T07:34:00.000-07:002010-03-27T07:42:11.539-07:00

A quick preface: I found out recently that our house is on the exact edge of Clearwire coverage for our neighborhood. Thus: I'm switching ISPs again when our Clearwire contract is up. So I did some quick pre-work on trying to make that a smooth process, but found out something irritating. In order to not get charged for another month after the contract is up, I have to mail the equipment back and

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-79394168682153253322010-03-22T10:16:00.000-07:002010-03-22T10:31:06.009-07:00

While straightening up a bit around the house, I found some old pictures that I took between 2000 and 2003. Unfortunately, most of the pictures from that era are lost due to a grievous misjudgment of character on my part. Here are some of the remnants.

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First, let me say that this is not THE reason I love Jessica. I don't have all day to type this, after all, and some of the reasons are more complicated than you'd like to hear, and some of the reasons involve matters not of public record. So this is A reason, and, right now, the most prominent one. She suffers for us.Let me tell you how Jessica's day happens on five days a week. She wakes up

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-3909860494670416072010-02-12T04:37:00.000-08:002010-02-12T04:38:40.731-08:00

This is Sofia in her spaceship. She loves it nearly as much as our doggies. There is a saucer underneath that keeps her from pushing off into orbit, and also allows her to rock back and forth, which she does vigorously whenever music is playing, and sometime when no music is playing.Here, Sofia is enjoying a plastic bowl, which she has a decided is a toy on par with her fake cell phone that

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Nearly every week, I travel with a coworker out to UPS on the outskirts of town to pick up comics. On this day, it sucked to work for UPS.

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-45780692219587816122010-02-12T04:33:00.000-08:002010-02-12T04:34:51.854-08:00

I was setting up Jessica's new Wii (and by new, I mean pretty damn used) with Sofia sitting on the couch. I looked over at her and she looked at me with that odd vacant stare she does when she's getting very sleepy. "Oh, buddy, okay, let me get some milk warming up and then I'll feed you until you fall asleep, okay?"I went upstairs, put the milk in the warmer, came back down and fiddled with the

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-21105162571257961782010-02-12T04:32:00.000-08:002010-02-12T04:33:45.544-08:00

The Peaches watched the Superbowl with the Sanborns, and even got a BONUS SANBORN! That's Coda, Doug's son, on the right. This was the first time I've been able to hand out for an extended period with Coda. He seems like a great guy, which is really nice, since he can certainly kick the ass of nearly anyone I know. I was snippy with Anissa twice in one day, and apologized for it. The third time,

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-51240319838574827402010-02-12T04:31:00.000-08:002010-02-12T04:32:36.610-08:00

Sofia tries out her new car seat.

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Time is something that's on my mind entirely too much, lately. On this particular day, my friend Shane gave me a hard time about not hanging out anymore, and usually calling him when I'm on the way somewhere, meaning conversation time is limited. I explained to him that I call him when I can, and often that's when I'm in the car. Otherwise, I'm doing something. I'm sure neither of my parents get

JamesPeachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09165118968844978953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3813434072144655115.post-73234400282626629372010-02-06T11:20:00.001-08:002010-02-06T11:20:52.905-08:00

Another day where I didn't take any pictures for some reason, so here's one I took of four of my favorite people a couple of weeks ago.

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These are pins we were selling at work that are from the Blackest Night comics, a multi-title crossover series that DC is milking for all it's worth right now, with the Green Lantern comics as the centerpiece. The idea is that there have actually been other colors of Lantern Corps, each with their own color and dominated by an associated emotion. I wore five of the buttons to help sell them

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