Friday, December 26, 2008
Vive le Fermier Français
I had a dream last night where I was a French farmer returning home after World War II. Um, for some reason I was up in a tree for part of the war. Anyway, my farm was outside Paris on a slightly sloped piece of land by a river. Over the years, Paris expanded to surround my farm, but I wouldn't sell. I ended up with about a ten foot patch between two three-story buildings with my land running behind those buildings too.
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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