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The only event of note today was a trip to vitos. Nothing good in the news happened, besides the largest live ammo practice session in the middle east since desert storm. That wasn't good, mind you, but it happened. I read a little more about pipelining and must say that I feel far more educated about comp arc than I was even a short time ago; or at least, my knowledge seems to be more pertinent.

Sometimes, you see the old you in a new place; in particular, I see my old writing style, and specifically the things that I write about, turning up in the second pea down the pod. In light of the recent discovery that my updates have become rather impersonal and, barring the off chance that you actually want to learn, useless, I've decided to stretch the boundaries of my style by writing 3 different updates in three different styles. If there were more examples, perhaps I'd add a fourth and fifth as well.

Make things complete.

Note: #8 below might be innacurate; or at least, sources say. To clarify; the oohing and aahing i speak of are those of some of my friends, and not, perhaps, some of yours.

Recently, and I mean very recently, I've been taken aback by the goodness of a few bands: the Cato Salsa Experience and The Streets; the former being some band that sounds like they recorded 30 years ago and the latter being a brittish rap duo. They both expound upon goodness but fail to supply me with a suitable adjective for their description. Queens of the Stone Age's album "Songs for the Deaf" is also very good.

Thanksgiving was quite the event this time around; but unlike past years I made my stay during the event and brought my feelings away from the event with a bit of a touch of cynisism that I can't say I even saw coming. Regardless of that, my comedic genius was in rare form during the parade's designated inflate and bullshit times; if you know just how good I was, you'd wish you were there, too.