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I've been busy today going through all of my old blog entries, getting rid of bad links, pictures, and some bad writing. I have finished the first year -- 200 entries, and will try to get to this years entries later today (think, tomorrow.) I'm also posting a picture of my daughter, Allison, with her new car.

It's cold and rainy this afternoon -- perfect for both writing and napping. We shall see which way I go, but you probably already know.

(My apologies for the movie review of Kick-Ass I did yesterday -- it was more tone than informational. I can make almost anything about me, and you'd be surprised how easy it is. You may not know too much about the movie, but you know a little more about me.)

Mike
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