Viewing posts from: November 2000
Picture a telephone pole. Got it? Now add a mustache. That was my band director, Steven J. Tribble.
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Sometimes I forget that the world is still half-filled with homophobes. It seems so antiquated at this point, like rotary phones.
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May 9-13 is National Stuttering Awareness Week. We have to share it with National Women’s Health Week or something like that. Whatever, I’m not mad. It’s fine. Totally fine.
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Lock Haven has this thing called Millbrook Playhouse. It’s an old, converted barn with a smaller, cabaret-style theater attached. Every summer, dozens of talented singers and actors come to Millbrook from New York City to pad their resumes. It’s called Summer Stock. It happens every summer in small towns all across the middle Atlantic and New England states.
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It is revealed that M. Night Shyamalan is, in fact, all members of the band Coldplay. Observe:
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Stop blaming the media for everything. They’re only giving you what you’re asking for.
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Do you know that Milan, Italy has two airports? I do. Do you want to know how I know that?
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In January of 2001, I was hanging out a lot with my friend Jason. He was friends with a girl named Meredith, someone I knew but didn’t really know. They had been spending some time in New York City with her brother Graham and his wife Michelle. But as of January of 2001, they had all moved back to Lock Haven.
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I suppose it would be a good time to talk about weed.
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