Take the first sentence from each month of 2004 and post it here! (from Andy)
January: So.......the past few days.........
February: I've been all about movies lately..........
March: I am officially human again.
April: Happy anniversary to the GarwoodSpaceCenter, created April 1st, 2003, in Mrs. Zodda's classroom.
May: Ryan, Your ideal job is a Garden Gnome.
June: >Insert cliche about how awesome and fast the past few days were here<
July: Happy 27th birthday to actress Liv Tyler
August: It would appear that I have some "business" to attend to before leaving Cincinnati for West Lafayette.
September: I'll be the first to admit it.
October: Stolen from Brad
November: Editor's Note: I've been waiting for my chance to vote for a long time now, but ever since I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 on opening night months ago, I've had this draft of some sort of definitive political/election opinion post floating around my blog.
December: I'm not finished with Thanksgiving yet.
Friday was Improv (so funny!) and it turns out some of the 'ol gang missed me a bit, or at least my suggestions. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss them a bit too. I also went to see Ladder 49 at the cheap student movie theatre in Fowler Hall (stale and predictable). Jason went to St. Louis for the weekend, so I'm stuck here all by myself. My friends are all busy, and it's snowing like crazy. I'm trying to keep busy and be productive, but so far all I've done is finish the Penny Arcade archives and watch the extended edition of LOTR:ROTK. Note to self: do things.
Looking ahead: If all goes well, I should be going home this coming weekend. Speaking of home...
You Know You're From Cincinnati When...
Your idea of a three-way is chilli over spaghetti topped with cheddar.
You know what goetta is - and you've eaten it.
You hate Cleveland, but you don't know why, and you've never been there.
You think Pete Rose and Marge Schott were railroaded.
You say "Please?" instead of "Excuse me?"
You think Northern Kentucky is part of Ohio.
You've been to California, Wyoming, Coney Island, and Over-the-Rhine in one day.
There are less than 100 murders a year, and you still think you're in Detroit.
You think Dayton is a Third World country.
What groundhog? It's the St. Patrick's Day parade leprechaun that forecasts how much longer winter will last.
Losing football teams draw more fans than winning baseball teams.
Indiana is about 20 miles away, but it takes about four hours to get there.
It's too cold in the winter, and too hot and humid in the summer, to ever stay outside for very long.
You drive to Columbus or Louisville to avoid the prices at the Cincinnati airport.
City council members hold debates on whether or not they should debate in the first place.
Tourists still flock downtown to catch a glimpse of cast members from "WKRP," even though the show hasn't aired on network television since 1984, and the show was filmed in LA anyway.
You ask lifetime residents where the President Taft house is, but they don't know either.
If you do something -- anything -- in public long enough, sooner or later it will be banned.
Your low-fat diet is never low enough to exclude Graeter's ice cream.
You get through winter listening to Marty and Joe's broadcasts from the grapefruit leagues.
Big Red Smokies are a ballpark treat, not cause to dial 9-1-1.
If necessary, the city could easily be sliced into two new cities: East and West, and it would take 20 years for anyone to notice something happened.
Chocolate and cinnamon, not peppers and beans, are in your chili.
You can drive 30 minutes in any direction to hear a different accent than your own.
You can accurately judge people's social status by which Kroger's store they frequent.
You can go to any church festival in any neighborhood on any weekend and see at least five people you either work with, went to school with, or dated.
Even the slightest mention of former baseball commissioner A. Bartlett Giamatti makes your blood boil and your ears steam.
If the temperature hits 45 degrees, and the sun comes out in any month between November and April, people walk around downtown wearing shades and no jackets.
The top stories on the local 6 o'clock evening news look suspiciously like the articles you read in the newspaper that very morning -- and even use the same quotes.
Any carbonated beverage is a "coke."
Your favorite convenient store sounds like a labor union.
You can't hear the words "Mike Brown" without getting angry.
You honestly believe that Pete Rose should be in the Baseball Hall Fame.
You have more stadiums, coliseums, and arenas than you know what to do with.
It doesn't seem weird to you that everyone has an Uncle Al.
Your favorite Coney Island isn't in New York.
You like Nick Clooney better than George Clooney.
You know how Jerry Springer got his start.
You know what a pony keg is.
You have friends and neighbors with names like Machenheimer, Guckenberger, Schlottman, Schoenling, and Schweitering.
You know that cars (like eggs) are cheaper in the country.
An all-boys or all-girls school doesn't seem that odd to you.
You think a mixed marriage is when an East Sider marries a West Sider.
You know the difference between Hudy and "Who Dey."
You know what cream ale is, and you think that cream soda should be bright red.
You think Kentucky is only slightly more civilized than Afghanistan.
You know in which state the Greater Cincinnati Airport is located.
You actually understand the word, "CRAVE" and white castle burgers.
You can almost name the seven "hills" minus one or two.
When people ask where you live, you tell them the Parish.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Cincinnati.
(thanks to Stephanie?)
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