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This report should make some of my West Virginia Appalachian readers rest easier… that is, if I had any West Virginia Appalachian readers… which I am almost positive I do not. The article then goes on to note that marriages between cousins are more popular in Kentuky and Kansas rather than West Virginia, and offers a link to a support group.

Dudley Moore’s Quiet Goodbye
First the article says that his funeral was attended by a handful of friends and family, and then puts the count at 75 people. Some of us would probably be lucky to have 25. I would say 75 is a bit more than a handful.

The article also says: Moore was equally known for his classically trained piano chops as for his comic stylings. I was just about to say it was odd to read an article that uses Biz lingo, but then I realized the article’s actually from E! Online‘s news service. That explains that.

I now feel like I am living in my new apartment, having spent the night there for the first time last night.

The place is small, and I have far too much clothing. It’s probably time to streamline my life and get rid of all the junk I’ve accumulated in the last ten years or so.

Last night I was able to hook up the TV in the living room to cable, which was happy, and my roommate introduced me to the glory that is HBO television programming. I saw Sex And The City and Six Feet Under for the first time. Good shows.

I need to pick up some more equipment before I can get my computer online with the cable modem. Hopefully I can take care of that some time today.

Kansans should be embarassed for falling for this old prank. I guess it’s not as bad as the panic stirred by the Wells’ and Welles’ War Of The Worlds broadcast that had residents of Grovers Mill (now Princeton Junction I think) getting out their shotguns and running into the fields. To be fair, the War of the Worlds broadcast wasn’t on April 1 and wasn’t intended as a prank.

While MetaFilter is blocked by my company’s proxy server, Fark is not.

I had two very vivid dreams last night. I only remember bits from both, so you’ll have to bear with me. The first took place at a train station. It was raining and everything was a greyish tint. The trains were late, and there was an announcement that I heard through some type of radio device that only I had. The announcement said that station workers would be handing out condoms, and everyone would be required to wear one over their entire body. My dream-state assumption was that it would be to protect us from the rain. There was much more to the dream, but that’s all I can remember.

The second dream played more like a television show. I was courting a woman who was about my age, shorter, and with curly blonde hair. The dream went to six months ahead (I knew this because there was a title displayed saying “SIX MONTHS LATER”). The girl had chopped her hair and dyed it a dark color and was being “evaluated” by some of her friends who determined she had “done everything in the book.”

I think people have trouble getting up in the morning because their dreams tend to be more vivid than real life. It must be the case for some people anyway.

No, I didn’t go to jail last night. The short story goes like this: The court session was postponed. This way I’ll get at least two more opportunities to be nervous all day.

Yay! Internet access from work! Now I’ll have better ways to waste my time. (Can’t access Yahoo mail… send to spike at fiveandtwenty dot com instead.)

Boo! Going to court tonight! Maybe they’ll put me in jail. That’s the last time I’ll ask my lawyer, “So, what should I expect tonight?”

There’s a Mexican food stand called Burrito Royale or something like that on Route 1 Southbound around the South Brunswick area. For years I would see this place, a tiny building in bad condition, and think about how it would scare me to eat there. There were never any cars there, and it looked like the hut could fall over if a strong wind passed through. I imagined all the strange diseases one could get from eating shifty Mexican food from a place like that.

Well, my father and I were driving in that direction yesterday. A minute or two after passing the hut, he and I decided we were hungry. So he turned the car around and pulled into the hut. “For twenty years, I’ve wanted to try this place out,” he told me.

Well, we ate there, and it wasn’t terrible. I haven’t gotten sick (yet) and the taste of the food was bearable. But at least now I know that the place isn’t bad, and I’d even eat there again… if I were stuck there and every other place is closed.

I decided on an apartment.

It’s in Jersey City, not far from the PATH Station. This means that even though I probably won’t have a car to use very shortly, I’ll still have quick access to just about anywhere I want to go.

The area around the apartment isn’t terrible, but I wouldn’t want to live there forever, and I certainly wouldn’t want to bring kids up there. It’s fine for a temporary solution.

Also, I think I actually found a good roommate. She’s a music publicist, working independently, seems to be pretty successful, and was able to have intelligent discussions with me about Pink Floyd. In any case, we got a long really well That was a big factor that went into my decision, especially after having such a bad experience with my last roommate.

In any case, I’ll be moving some of my stuff in today and will probably start sleeping there within a few days.

Also, she already has a cable modem and there would be no problem sharing it. I’ll be able to have full internet access again, including a connection for a computer running Heart Beat of Pompeii.

Once I have my laptop paid off, I think I’m going to buy one of those fancy Macs.

Well, I suppose it’s a fair trade-off. While I don’t get to access the internet much, I also don’t have to pay rent. Of course finding a new place in which to live, and continuing my job search, would be a whole lot easier if I could use the internet at my leisure.

So those of you who are used to seeing me online, I probably won’t be around as much, unless you happen to be around between 6:00 and 7:00 in the morning.