January: My family is, by most people's lights, complex. To me, well it's my family, and the oddities acreted, so I didn't have to try to swallow it in one draught.
February: The American Family Association is gung-ho against, the homosexual agenda. Looking at the recent flaps they've been involved in they are actually against tolerance.
March: I'm moody.
April: All did not go as planned.
May: I'm home again, and have managed (at long last) to catch up, as much as I am going to, with the volume of writing you people put out.
June: I am not dead, nor worse, deployed (not so much for my sake is being deployed worse than dead, but for the rest of my friends and family. If I'm dead they can grieve, when I'm deployed they worry. That nagging sense that all the evil things which might happen are happening, every moment of every day).
July: I'm home. Finally, for the next hundred-hours or so. On Monday, at 0630 I ought to be wheels up on my way to Ukraine for two weeks.
August: I had a miserable trip home, once I left the hotel in D.C.
September: Off to the wilds of the Berkeley hills, so the soonest anyone will hear from me is Monday.
October: I enjoy reading things on the web. If LJ were built differently I might keep a blogroll.
November: Doe v Groody has been getting a lot of play, because Alito (you know, the anti-Meirs candidate, the guy who's good for the court because he has a wealth of experience on the bench. Meirs, recall, was good because she would bring a new mindset, one that wasn't tainted by all that time spent resolving issues of law, but more important things, like public scatology [/snark]) penned a dissent which said a mother and daughter, in the house of a suspect, were subject to search.
December: Next week I'm off to San Diego.
So, it seems I do a lot of travelling.
It's a wonder Maia recalls what I look like some times.
February: The American Family Association is gung-ho against, the homosexual agenda. Looking at the recent flaps they've been involved in they are actually against tolerance.
March: I'm moody.
April: All did not go as planned.
May: I'm home again, and have managed (at long last) to catch up, as much as I am going to, with the volume of writing you people put out.
June: I am not dead, nor worse, deployed (not so much for my sake is being deployed worse than dead, but for the rest of my friends and family. If I'm dead they can grieve, when I'm deployed they worry. That nagging sense that all the evil things which might happen are happening, every moment of every day).
July: I'm home. Finally, for the next hundred-hours or so. On Monday, at 0630 I ought to be wheels up on my way to Ukraine for two weeks.
August: I had a miserable trip home, once I left the hotel in D.C.
September: Off to the wilds of the Berkeley hills, so the soonest anyone will hear from me is Monday.
October: I enjoy reading things on the web. If LJ were built differently I might keep a blogroll.
November: Doe v Groody has been getting a lot of play, because Alito (you know, the anti-Meirs candidate, the guy who's good for the court because he has a wealth of experience on the bench. Meirs, recall, was good because she would bring a new mindset, one that wasn't tainted by all that time spent resolving issues of law, but more important things, like public scatology [/snark]) penned a dissent which said a mother and daughter, in the house of a suspect, were subject to search.
December: Next week I'm off to San Diego.
So, it seems I do a lot of travelling.
It's a wonder Maia recalls what I look like some times.
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Date: 2005-12-10 06:02 pm (UTC)Your first sentences are much longer than my first sentences were.
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Date: 2005-12-14 06:54 am (UTC)To be fair, two of the trips last year were with Maia.
TK
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Date: 2005-12-16 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 08:32 am (UTC)TK