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LEO: October 28, 2003 Astronet Daily Everything is a game to Leo. However, this lighthearted attitude doesn’t make you casual or careless. Instead of being driven by duty and fear, you’re motivated by pride and delight. You can and therefore you will. You feel as if you’ve finally become the person you always aspired to

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It’s an old joke that people have kids so they can have an excuse to play with toys again. While certainly not the only reason – they can have a nice affect on your taxes, too! – it’s definitely in the Top 10, and Isaac’s 3rd birthday proved to be a veritable bonanza. After getting

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Josh Beckett. 23 years old. Damn! Congratulations to the Marlins, 2003 World Series Champions. Hopefully they don’t dismantle them again. Congrats to the Yankees, too. As much I hate them, especially Posada, you have to respect their talent. Except Posada. Screw him. Chinless fuck.

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Came home early yesterday because India was pretty sick – feverish and throwing up – and caught up on some news/talk shows while she napped. On Buchanan & Press – one of those conservative vs. liberal never-ending volleyball matches – author Richard North Patterson and some flack from the Gunowners of America were debating gun

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David Wells is going down tonight like a fat drunk in a bar fight with a midget. Oh, wait. That WAS David Wells! Let’s go Marlins!!!!!!!!! In other news, Bard was a bust so I’m looking for something else to read. Got about 10 pages in and just couldn’t get into Llywelyn’s style of writing.

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Someone at Quizilla is a sick bastard! What Would Your Serial Killer Name Be? What Would the Public Know You As? No one would really know your name. You would be called by what you do. For example, if you burn your victims to death all the time, you would be known as The Arsonist;

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Review: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

An entertaining tale, creatively told, with a great premise, I felt a little underwhelmed by the end. Part of that is definitely the hype effect as I’ve heard so much about Neil Gaiman being this amazing writer that it was next to impossible for him to blow me away. The stakes were too high for that.

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Because I’m avoiding work… A – Act your age: 34 (shh!) B – Best friend: Salomé, Eric C – Chore you hate: Cleaning the bathroom D – Dad’s name: Francisco E – Essential make-up item: Hair Gel F – Favorite actress: Salma Hayek G – Gold or silver: Silver H – Hometown: Bronx, NY I

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Poet bios are some of the most annoyingly pretentious things ever, entertainingly similar to “the bigger the car, the smaller the dick” theory. I’m talking about the ones provided for intros at shows, not what people put in their books or on their websites. Long lists of chapbooks, CDs, shows, slam teams, features, etc. B-O-R-I-N-G!

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Putting aside his well-earned reputation as a “conservative” jackass, if Rush Limbaugh hadn’t said what he said about Donovan McNabb, McNabb would have been benched by now. All the commentators cutting him slack by blaming his lack of a supporting cast seem to be making an exception to the accepted rule of thumb that gives

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