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.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Virgil in Orange Shirt Smiling, originally uploaded by geoscott. Testing the Flickr Waters.

Administratortag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3806462.post-1130294894265236122005-10-25T19:48:00.000-07:002005-10-25T19:48:14.286-07:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Hazle and Virgil pose against a wall for you, originally uploaded by geoscott. Last year, our town put on its annual Winter Festival. You can't tell, 'cause it's behind me. What? The Winter Festival is

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Today, something that I've been - well, not waiting for, but expecting, for some time - occurred. My wife and I had a personal tour of Skywalker Ranch. Thanks to a connection we share, the automatic gates of this prestigious entity were opened to us. For years I'd marveled at George Lucas' savvy in placing his prestigious complex right smack dab in the middle of Marin County's Lucas Valley,

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Man, this is hard work. Hard, hard work, doing a blog and having a life. Other than that, how are you? I'm doing well'ish. I have been sick for three - 3 - weeks. Bedridden. Sickly. Ill. Held back for another term. Thanks for all your cards and letters. Hail to the internet, which is full of wonders and delights. Everybody who wrote me gets a used handkerchief. Realize, of course,

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This is the place where I will start presenting Hazle's Clothes to the world. The Satan Bug buy there or buy square. st

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Oh yeah. Today at work, I transcribed a Fireworks™ website template into CSS successfully, without benefit of having had any HTML publishing work in over two years. Hey! Buy me a beer at least. It wasn't easy. Embedding SWFs and DIV'ing images by pure intuition? You try it. Ok, I don't mean that. I'm aware you're heavy. ST

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Welcome to heck. I mean that in the most painfully boring way I can. I am not a blogger. You can tell that much from my dates of publishing. I mean it. Why the fuck is it so interesting to find out what is going on the world of another human? The lefty blogs I read are chockablock with useful info concerning real-world events that alter our perceptions of reality in a most fundamental way. The

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I have a new blog. It's called The Satan Bug. It will be a place where I can do the exact same thing I'm doing here, but with a cooler name.

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Wow. That's better!

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Duh. I've just spent a couple of minutes checking out my options here. I realized that I wouldn't be able to post any links using my other template, so instead of editing that one--which I was not all that in love with anyway, like one could love one of these templates...I really should rewrite one someday when I have enough time to care about something like that after all the other things I

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Hello everybody. The link at the bottom of this post concerns some new pictures of the kids and G. I don't have time to do an html page (got some rush-job freelance work in the audio editing realm...nothing fancy, but it's a very good thing to finally happen.) so it's just an index for now. As a matter of fact, I don't think I'd really publish these for permanent entry into the museum, but

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[9/23/2002 4:57:24 PM | Scott Thunes] My 3 year-old daughter, Hazle, is cuddling up to me as I write this, telling me how much she loves me. She's a little upset at having Mom go to the gym and leave her here...bit of a semi-tense situation on the porch, but it has been successfully turned-around to all our benefit. Virgil, my 1 year-old, is pretending to cry while holding Hazle's Dorothy

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