Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson?

"That is the sound of inevitability."

Or irony, in my case, since it seems inevitable that on the day I get my act together to be at fencing practice on time with all of my equipment, no one else shows up to play. Corbin was there, mind you, but he wasn't particularly enthused, so we just waited until the official start time and then gave up.

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