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shrimpy goes to lisa

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this is what happens when you let niqui out to play with the other kids without adequate supervision.

for pxr5

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pxr5, this one’s for you:

Cathulu!

this talk could have been subtitled “the many reasons felt she had to leave livejournal.com due to the massive suck.”

and then there’s the whole memey thing about blogging about blogging about (and blogging about) writing about the talk, which i can’t resist doing because i’m a sheep…

not much time to talk

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foreach my $uri (@http://del.icio.us/sldownard/) {
   open(LINK, $uri) or die “I’m too lame to read sabrina’s lame links.\n”;
   browse(LINK);
   close(LINK);
}

mmm, food.

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this is me, doing my part to aid future travellers who google “downtown atlanta restaurants” for recommendations:

ended up heading over to a little place in west midtown (about a $10 cab ride from downtown) called The Food Studio. mmmmmmm, it was good. i had the appalacian cassoulet, which had duck, very tasty spicy sausage, beef, and black eyed peas. it was really yummy. they gave me this huge serving of it, too; i was sad to waste it, it was so tasty, but there wasn’t any way anyone could eat that much food. we had a wine to go along with dinner, seven sinners syrah (’02, i think), which not expensive but was pretty darn tasty. (i have to write this down so i can go look for it when i get home, and buy a bottle or two.) and then i had a glass of taylor’s 20 year tawny for dessert. oh, it was a yummy meal. the prices weren’t too shocking, and our server was really nice.

it’s in this little artists’ plaza, and the plaza also has a dance studio, some little shops, what looks like a ballroom, and they apparently also have a theatre. and the ambience is great; it’s evidently a converted old manufactory and so it’s all exposed brick and ductwork, with artwork of old machinery suspended around.

i really enjoyed it. i might, in fact, go back before i leave, if i end up confused about having nowhere to go.