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Facebook, history, and reconnecting Every once in a while I search for a person by name + city, or name + school. I usually don't find anyone or anything, except maybe somebody who lives in Michigan who is certainly not the person I was looking for. Poot. Who am I? Why thanks for asking. My name is Steve McKay. I grew up in Fullerton, CA. I went to Fern Drive Elementary, Nicolas Junior High, Sunny Hills High, Fullerton College, and California State University Fullerton. Party down. Looks like California 1A: High Speed Rail passed! ...and in what is arguably the best response to a Reddit post ever, "flailking" writes: Will the gays have to sit in back? Buck on the Rock! As if there weren't enough reasons to like 30 Rock already...  Buck Henry play's Liz Lemon's dad. Carpetbagger Smackdown I won't be voting for Senator McCain this Tuesday following the first Monday of November, but McCain is still a colorful guy who's been through a lot (and like most other Americans would have been a much better President that "W"). I checked out the John McCain Wikipedia entry and found this fun quote from his 1982 run for congress. The quote is in response to a charge that he, having recently moved to Arizona, was a carpetbagger. "Listen, pal. I spent 22 years in the Navy. My father was in the Navy. My grandfather was in the Navy. We in the military service tend to move a lot. We have to live in all parts of the country, all parts of the world. I wish I could have had the luxury, like you, of growing up and living and spending my entire life in a nice place like the First District of Arizona, but I was doing other things. As a matter of fact, when I think about it now, the place I lived longest in my life was Hanoi." Nice. ars technica The dodgy digits behind the war on piracy Ars serves up a good article on piracy claims. Category: Things I Love The big, warm, cloud of curry, cumin, oregano, and other smells that spills out of the open cupboard and fills my nose with happiness. Small things can make all the difference in the cruddiest of days. |
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