2010.10.04
|  jeff at an after-church get-together, chugging a 2-liter of soda, saying he just 'had to burp', and throwing up all over |  my dad, stricken with spinal meningitis, his muscular control system shot, explaining how he just wanted to enact how a son asks for money, and the father takes it out of his wallet, and gives it to him | 
|  making dad fried bologna sandwiches in the mornings after he was debilitated, but then stopping, uncomfortable with it all |  being teased by my boss mr.j about how i'd furtively slink off to eat my allotted daily candy bar during my pharmacy shift | 
|  mr.j convincing me he had a voice controlled radio by sneakily changing stations with the steering wheel control buttons |  and mr.j giving his tie to a UPS store clerk who admired it, then grumbling to me on the drive back about how he had to do that | 
|  my dad fighting to regain coordination, shakily taking walks around the block |  mall fieldtrips with pregnant teens from my the program my mom oversaw, looking a bit like i had my own harem | 
|  staying up all night for the first time with beau, playing 'ninja' on the atari 800xl, throwing a joystick at him in frustration |  the first kiss - the atomic fireball passed from her mouth to mine | 
|  mike d.b. snapping a girls bra - admiring the chutzpah, if not the manners |  the chunky black and smelling of machine oil stands in the high school bandroom | 
|  marching band, screaming myself hoarse leading boom chikka boom |  not stopping to say good morning on what was my dad's last morning | 
|  the changing of the honor guard at my dad's salvation army funeral |  the state trooper saluting my dad's funeral procession | 
|  on a band trip to mexico, one member miming milking a cow in order to request milk, and cornell then just saying "milk please" |  music camp, standing on the dew covered field for flag raising, the smell of mess hall | 
|  getting pantsed at music camp |  sneaking away with d at the end of camp, the grass, her breasts - a first for me... making up for enthusiasm what i lacked in skill. | 
|  later during a more traditional courtship of j, calling her up at her house to have her look at the moon with me |  ellen showing us a raunchy passage from "tropic of cancer" in the bandroom, and mike and i teasing her with "squish squish" ever after | 
|  after a day or two of being sick from school, looking at my horrible acne in the bathroom mirror, and later realizing it was actually chicken pox |  flirting with v on the bus to boston, lying on the bus floor and studying her face upsidedown | 
|  outside the gubitosi's with v, kissing and kissing and kissing |  opening my eyes once then, and seeing her eyes weren't shut either | 
Somehow the way "Super Pac-Man" transcends the maze a bit with the title character bigger than the tunnels still blows my mind.

CSS-gurus; any explanation for why absolute positioning is in document coordinates UNLESS there's a position:relative'd wrapper?
http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2010/10/hand-the-taxpayer-a-receipt/63909/ - a receipt for taxpayers...
I was a little surprised to find Tammy Faye died a while back. I thought her eye shadow granted her immortality.
