tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post3294310446848295859..comments2024-03-27T09:05:25.928+00:00Comments on Disaffected Scanner Jockey: Grad Speech '08: Live With KnuckleheadsShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16089796721473561446noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-56574196193701865772008-05-20T22:24:00.000+01:002008-05-20T22:24:00.000+01:00Ibid - remarkably efficient, except that you're sk...Ibid - remarkably efficient, except that you're skipping the fun part!Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089796721473561446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-13413290615570120312008-05-20T14:38:00.000+01:002008-05-20T14:38:00.000+01:00I just read your manifesto.Fall in love. Get squas...I just read your manifesto.<BR/><BR/><I>Fall in love. Get squashed. Repeat as necessary.</I><BR/><BR/>I'm in the advanced class. I always skip straight to step two.Ibidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15614529174562538070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-24371198803060260242008-05-20T14:09:00.000+01:002008-05-20T14:09:00.000+01:00Gilahi, you're correct! My dad speaks a little Che...Gilahi, you're correct! My dad speaks a little Cherokee, I speak none. The only word I know is shenan ("star"), as that's where my name comes from.<BR/><BR/>Ibid, I used to wish I'd skipped my grad ceremony, but now I'm glad I watched a bunch of pagans cast hexes on Marian Wright Edelman. Now, high school graduations are a total waste. And eighth grade grads/proms are the stupidest thing ever.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089796721473561446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-17415596516729509242008-05-20T13:25:00.000+01:002008-05-20T13:25:00.000+01:00Graduations are a humongous waste of time. When I ...Graduations are a humongous waste of time. When I tried to duck my high school graduation Mom and I worked out a compromise. I'd either go to my high school or college graduation and Mom got to pick which. She picked high school figuring I'd change my mind or forget. I didn't. Instead I slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, packed a few last things into the car, got some reading done, and showed up to a friend's graduation party.<BR/>I think I was the only person who enjoyed that day.Ibidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15614529174562538070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-89632979182139781732008-05-20T11:45:00.000+01:002008-05-20T11:45:00.000+01:00Osiyo! (We'll see how much Cherokee you studied). ...Osiyo! (We'll see how much Cherokee you studied). I thought their method for inbreeding was simply to consider everyone in their clan a relative. They could marry within any of the other 6 clans, but not their own.<BR/><BR/>Sorta the opposite of most royal families.<BR/><BR/>Wait... did I miss the entire point of your blog?Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-10133165939173693582008-05-20T00:16:00.000+01:002008-05-20T00:16:00.000+01:00Sorry, Jo, you have crossed into the Land of the O...Sorry, Jo, you have crossed into the Land of the Old!Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089796721473561446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056861.post-1820088090853348122008-05-19T20:46:00.000+01:002008-05-19T20:46:00.000+01:00Your list confirms it. I'm an adult. That's kinda ...Your list confirms it. I'm an adult. That's kinda sad.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11459642998087958776noreply@blogger.com