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Week 44

Boxers or briefs? Thong or boyshorts? Or good old commando?
What’s your preferred mode of undergarment?

Boxers.

Friday Five

1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails?
   I don’t have a signature, I usually just tag the end of my emails with
   

   l8r,
   ~Mike

2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven’t graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be?
   Didn’t have a quote. I was slacking. If I had a quote, it’d prolly be something about slacking.
3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say?
   l33t
4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say?
   Didn’t get any.
5. What would you like your epitaph to be?
   What do I want on my tombstone? Pepperoni. A ha ha! Not going to have a tombstone. Going to be creamated. But if I had a tombstone, it’d say:
   

   l8r,
   ~Mike

Bush is blinding us and trying to get us to walk at the same time.

Hubble telescope becomes first casualy of Bush plan

This makes me mad. I hope Bush is elected out of office so that his nonsense in the space agency can be put to rest. We should focus on getting our planet in order before we go to ruin others, and we should be learning more about space before we venture further. I think we should go to Mars, but later than 2010. By then, we won’t have developed fuel-cell technology advanced enough to power the way there, so there’s no way the journey will be efficient and cost effective. (And I realize that the first trip won’t be no matter how late it’s made - but by 2010, it won’t be much better than it is now.) I say by 2020, we’ll be good to go. That way, the technologies will have more time to mature, and we won’t have to sacrifice other projects like the Hubble Space Telescope.

And my hair is a complete mess.

At times like these, I feel completely unaccomplished.

And I don’t know how I feel about being asked if I’m the “Man of the house.”

I need Pepsi.

And a haircut.

Boy, do I ever need a haircut.