L is also for lugnuts, which along with tires and rims are missing from my car today, because someone stole took them from my car while it was parked at the BART garage in Hayward and I was watching the Giants game.

Back to the Beatles tomorrow.

ESFP - The PerformersThe entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.
The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.
On this 30th anniversary, here's BJM's "Ballad of Jim Jones"
Let Your "Light" Shine For Christ This Christmas Season!
Looking for an effective way to express your Christian faith this Christmas season to honor our Lord Jesus? Now you can…. with the “Original Christmas Cross” yard decoration.

I attended my 25th high school reunion this weekend, which means I've been out of high school for an entire quarter century (class of 1983)! By some strange coincidence, my high school in Singapore chose to have its 25th reunion in San Francisco, and about 25 of my classmates (out of a graduating class of 150) made the trip. I live just across the bay, so it wasn't a very long trip for me, but some folks came from as far away as Australia.
Going to an American school overseas is a lot like attending school in a small town, and we have a really tight class that's had reunions every five years since 1983. It seems like everyone in my class but me has gone on to get married and have kids and lead responsible lives, while I'm still living like a 40-year old college student, but we're all still in high school when we get together! On Friday night, we went to see an 80s cover band at some bar in North Beach, and I can at least take solace in knowing a lot more about bands and songs from the 1980s that my classmates do.
Since I was S.F. local, people were asking me about places to go and this restaurant or that bar, but I don't get out to the city very much, and almost never venture into the touristy Chinatown/Nob Hill/North Beach/Wharf area, so I was like a tourist in my own town. I even went to see the Fleet Week performance by the Blue Angels, which I hadn't ever seen before. Airshows are a lot like fireworks, because I'd never make an effort to see them, but think they're really cool while they're going on!
Relatedly, I succumbed to peer pressure and finally joined facebook, so if any facebookers want to "friend" me, you know where to find me. Hopefully it's better than myspace!

The hacker guessed that Alaska's governor had met her husband in high school, and knew Palin's date of birth and home Zip code. Using those details, the hacker tricked Yahoo Inc.'s service into assigning a new password for Palin's e-mail account..Someone was able to compromise Palin's yahoo mail account by knowing her date of birth and Zip code (information found easily on the internet) and where she met her husband (information easy to guess). That barely even qualifies as hacking -- it's like breaking into someone's luggage when they set their combination to 12345.
The break-in of Palin's private account is especially significant because Palin sometimes uses non-government e-mail to conduct state business. Previously disclosed e-mails indicate her administration embraced Yahoo accounts as an alternative to government e-mail, which could possibly be released to the public under Alaska's Open Records Act.Every company I've ever worked for has guidelines against using personal email accounts for work purposes. Even something as seemingly innocuous as forwarding an Excel spreadsheet to your gmail account so you can work on it at home is frowned upon. I would imagine that governments have even stricter rules about that sort of thing.
All the players I like are now gone.
Rich Harden was traded. Justin Duchscherer is probably lost for the year. Eric Chavez is out for the season, and may never grace the hot corner again. Frank Thomas is out for the season, and may never play again. Mark Ellis is out for the season, and may never return to Oakland.
Who is left to watch? The Oakland A's have been drained from my soul. I feel empty. What is left to say? Meaningless talking points, nothing more.
I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
When you're checking wikipedia at 3AM for differences between these two conditions while doubled over in stomach pain after having a pepperoni and jalapeƱo pizza and a couple bottles of of Dos Equis Amber at 9PM, and drinking another one to help "neutralize" what you have, since it's the only carbonated beverage in the house, you need to know where your esophagus is.
It's just below the breastbone, so if your pain is lower, it's probably acid indigestion. When this happens, your best bet is to try to neutralize with carbonation, wait for Montezuma to exact his "revenge" on your gastrointestinal system, and swear off spicy foods "forever". By which I mean the next 24 hours. What's the point in living if you can't eat pizza and drink beer a couple of hours before bedtime?
