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There are: 9 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Not bad. Cause you know, if I were a Katy Smith or an Ashley Brown, there would probably be five more of me right here in the computer lab.

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After a Job Lot Adventure, Jeffrey and I brought some Honey Dew over to Gram's. As we were sitting there, she said she was surprised we hadn't asked about the black box sitting next to her. "What black box? The vintage Barbie case?" I wasn't in view of the black box, apparently.

"You mean the tape recorder?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, that. I thought you two would ask me what it was," said Gram.

Let's put things in perspective here: I was born in 1985, and I believe my earliest memory is from 1987, when I was stung near my eye by a bee and blinded for a few minutes. So, with my 19-year memory, I recall the 1990's clearly. I remember that irritating song by Ace of Base, Windows 3.1, Seinfeld, Bill Clinton being elected twice, and the shift from cassette tapes to compact discs. I remember being given an MP3 player by my uncle in 2001, and being asked by just about everyone I knew what it was. The things have been popular for only a short amount of time. And yet, a good deal of people over 40 seem to think that no one of my generation, the high school and college-aged, came into consciousness more than five years ago and can remember any technology older than the cutting edge.

All we do is e-mail, instant message, listen to mp3s, and talk on our cellphones. We've heard rumors that once, such things required wires running along poles to function, but that's just one of those myths like the flat earth.

What I hate about MLA format: I always feel as if I am doing it wrong, no matter how many times I do it, or how simple it is, even though I have never been told that I haven't done it right.

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Greg is okay, totally perfectly fine physically, although he was in an accident yesterday. That information always goes the other way around: you say "someone was in an accident" and the other person immediately assumes the worst, gets freaked, and asks, panicked, "is he okay?" I know this very well by now, as this is the third accident in a month and a half.

Late August: Greg, truck going too fast, tree
Mid September: Dad's car parked, other car backing up, CVS parking lot
Early October: Greg, Dad's car changing lanes, car side swiping from other lane

Poor Greg. He feels like crap over this.

Yesterday Dan and I went to King Richard's Faire. He didn't think to invite other people in advance, so we went alone. My allergies bothered me some, but mostly in the jousting area. Stupid Tavist. We had a pillow fight to the death which I lost five times. Dan sucked hilariously at the game where you pound a block with a hammer and a thing goes up to hit a bell. Miraculously, we used up all the food tickets. The winning combination: Turkey leg, bag o' the King's Nuts, peasant bread, and fudge. Ding Ding Ding Ding!