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I seem to be getting comment spam multiple times a day, some days. It's a sudden increase, as if someone had just given an infomercial seminar on how YOU can get RICH by placing comment spams on LJ. It's inconvenient to me, but you won't see them. I have my comments set to screen anonymous ones, and I delete them before they ever get to the page.

I expect they'll continue to be anonymous. LJ would delete anybody who used their account for junk like that. I think.
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yesterday

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There was advance interest in Father's Day this year. Sarah wanted to get me something, but couldn't think of what. On Saturday, it was announced that they had gotten me a present, and I was not to look on the upstairs porch, so I didn't. On Sunday morning, it was revealed to be a new blue shirt. I took Sarah out to McDonald's for a biscuit, then we went and frolicked at Stanley Park for a while. Coming home, we stopped at a garden center for a 40-pound bag of topsoil (40 lb = 1 ton), then I showered quickly so I could wear my new shirt when we went out for a special lunch at an undisclosed surprise location.

Sarah assured me that it was my favorite meal and I would enjoy it. I refrained from any speculation of the audible variety, but was rather surprised when we drove right by the sushi place on Riverside and kept going, but it turns out they hadn't opened up yet. We proceeded to Northampton, where Sarah accidentally spilled the soybeans and mentioned sushi. We dined at Osaka, where I managed not to over-order. I just got two pieces each of yellowtail, mackerel, and eel, along with a spicy yellowtail roll and a house vegetable roll. Sarah ate four pieces of the vegetable roll.

Then we went walking. We went to a gallery that had art by Maurice Sendak and Dr. Seuss, along with photos by Leonard Nimoy, but my favorite item was a sketch by Jules Feiffer that goes for a couple of grand. We also looked in on an art supply store and bought Sarah a piece of poster board and some tempera and glitter to daub on it. The rest of the day went quietly enough, though I heard some shouting from upstairs late in the day. I tried to call Dad and wish him a happy Father's Day, but he was out, probably with my sister, so I wished it to his recording. I finished the day with the usual Sunday evening chatroom antics with my friend Harry. I think we are somewhere near ten years with the chats, which used to be on Thursdays.

Mildly interesting dreams, including a substantial visit with Fred Rogers in downtown Fort Collins (a twofer). At the end of it, I was trying to describe where Cathy worked to somebody, and even with a road atlas, I was blanking on the name of the state where we live.

Update: A half dozen photos from last year are in the comments.
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I added some photos from last year's visit to the Dr. Seuss sculpture garden (5/06) to the previous post, just in case any of you are into that stuff and (as is so often the case) can't see my flickr page.
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