Warm...

I am warm. Emotionally warm. I haven't been communicating on any fronts that have been rewarding in a long time. And now there are people in my life, albeit on the periphery, that make me glad to get up and go about my daily business.

They urge me to write. They help me to think. Or, more precisely, they give me something for my brain to chew.

And I'm reading. I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to in a long time. But right now, I'm flying through books. And talking about books. And realizing that people I care about hate the same books as I do for the same reasons. There's something nice about that, especially when everyone else thinks said book is amazing. And no, I'm not referring to Twilight. Anyone with an eye for good writing thinks that's garbage.

And despite an awkward, messy moment in the middle, I had a good fifteen minutes with the boy this morning.

All this leaves me sort of glowing right now. Glowing and wishing I wasn't sitting at home alone on a Saturday night.

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Three Years...

Today Robb and I are celebrating our three year anniversary.

*double take*

Three years? Really? Gosh. It seems simultaneously like it has been so much longer and so much shorter than that. Crazy.

But really, I couldn't be a luckier man. Despite how annoyed with me he pretends to be.



Oh, and on a possibly unrelated note:

Your Bedroom Grade:

A

You are an expert in bed or should I say sexpert? But you're going to have to reach (around) for that A+. You are a natural in bed, and anyone that has had you brags about it long afterwards!

What's your Bedroom Grade? at QuizUniverse.com

How about that? Apparently he's lucky, too.

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Economic Problems Hit Home...

So, apparently EVERYTYING is closing. Good to know.

Yesterday the Baker's Square in town announced that on Wednesday at 2 they were done for good. Apparently Mason, their renters, doubled their rent at lease renegotiations. We (at the bank) all think that they probably have someone else ready to move in there, and our manager has heard a rumor that it might be IHOP. That would be kind of exciting, although I would never go because of the policies of the renters. Assholes.

And on top of that, I just found out that Filo Spinato, the Italian restaurant in town, closed its doors forever last Saturday. Without a peep.

Add to that Italian Express's closing a month or so ago and I'm starting to see that people in this town don't like Italian food...I blame Pizza Hut and their pasta crap.

It makes me worried for who is next...especially when all our business customers keep leaving for another bank or going out of business.

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Return of George...

A few months ago, maybe early January, when I was at work I got a bill in a deposit from a small convenience store in town. The numbers on it had been covered over with dollar signs except for the top left, which had five zeroes added to the "1" on it. It was a $100,000 bill! I was enthralled. I took a photo (which I do whenever I find money with something written or stamped on it--which is fairly often--while at work).

I'm sure I sent it out with someone as change or in a request for dollar bills. It was gone. Until today.



It came back! This is, for sure, the same bill. And it came in with a deposit from the same business as before. Crazy. I've never had this happen to me before, in all the years I've been working with money. It made my day.

And now it's strapped with a bunch of other ones, and will most likely be going out as change to another business in town.

Anything like this ever happen to you?

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Closer...

I just finished watching Closer starring Natalie Portman, Julia Roberts, Jude Law, and Clive Owen. What a messy movie. What a sad movie. And what a sobering movie.

I was going to put up a pulse that just said, "Clive Owen is gorgeous. ESPECIALLY when he's angry." But I knew I'd run out of space after I realized I wanted to talk about how messy that movie is. And about how much I love Julia Roberts...and Natalie Portman. They're both really good actors. At least, in my opinion.

But this isn't a post about JR and NP. It's a post about how delicious Clive Owen is. I never noticed before. And it's not all the time...just when he's distraught, crying, yelling, and just plain mad. Mmm. I would pluck his eyebrow hair just to watch him wince.

I mean, look.







Heck yes.

Watch the movie, and pay close attention to when he's bawling Julia Roberts out. Amazing.

This has been Man Candy Saturday Night with Viewtiful_Justin.

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Alright then...

I am apparently not so good at selling milk. And someone has a new cow.

Perimeters...very important.

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Ether...

Where do those thing that we type that get eaten by the internet end up? Do they just disappear into the ether?

I believe that when we die, there will be a pile of all the socks we ever lost in the wash. And there will be a jar full of all the change we ever put in our pockets that wasn't there when we went to empty them. And that jar will be on a desk with a computer containing all that stuff we typed that forums and chat rooms and bulletin boards and blogs and emails just ate on it. And we'll look at it, shrug, not remembering any of it, and go play kickball for all eternity with all your old schooltime crushes.

How about that?

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