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The Buffalo Bills have been my second favorite NFL team ever since Jim Kelly came over from the USFL’s Houston Gamblers in 1986, eventually leading them to four consecutive heartbreaking Super Bowls in the early 90’s. WIth the Jets sucking for much of that time – from the latter years of the Joe Walton era

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Damn! Blogger’s lost a post for the first time. Grrrr… Quick shots: * It’s gonna be a loooooooooong season out at the Meadowlands. The Jets looked terrible last night with Vinny at the helm. Thank goodness for FANTASY football! 🙁 * Watched last night’s debate and didn’t hear anything that changed my mind all that

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William Burroughs The hard man of hip! You’re controversial and intent upon revolution! What classically cool poet or writer are you? brought to you by Quizilla My inner child is sixteen years old! Life’s not fair! It’s never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something’s gotta change. And it’s gonna

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Oh, yeah. You want to see funny? Check this out: http://www.livejournal.com/users/slampapi/ Of course, it’s not really him but, it should be! :-O

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Taking a breather from another whirlwind day at work that will conclude with the aforementioned seminar with the greedy but nervous (don’t believe anyone that tells you the stock market has recovered) and me in a suit… Icewind Dale II is the shit! I’m not a big computer gamer – preferring the portability of my

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Last week came and went and I feel like I didn’t get nearly enough done, at work or at home. With the new boss operating at half-speed – she’s asked me to slow down three different times while explaining aspects of her job that got dumped on my desk in the transition – work feels

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Charles Bukowski and I share a birthday. So does Madonna. Frank & Kathie Lee Gifford. Yes, both of them. Elvis died on my birthday. The roller coaster was patented on my birthday. Such seemingly random events occuring on August 16th explains a lot. I’m having trouble grasping the idea of being 34 years old, though.

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Did you notice the new name? Thanks to Phil West. Oddly appropriate, no? 🙂

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So the great blackout of ’03 is fading into history and, while an interesting experience (and assuming the worst is really over), I can’t complain. The lights went out at my job at 4:13pm, just as I was in the initial stages of wrapping up the loose ends on everything I’m juggling before I leave

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Ever seen a shitstorm? Head on over to the poetry_slam listserve for a peek at one. Woah! I didn’t start it for once but damn if I didn’t throw a few tough ones to the body! I really hate that list because it brings out the worst in me. I’m admittedly contentious and have rarely

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