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Thursday, Jan. 29, 2004 - 5:02 p.m. It's cold; so whatMeh. I was all ready to write about how a lot of people in New York like to whine, inspired by a woman who whined about having her two older kids home from school (it's at the end of the article), but siince you need a free NY Times membership to read it, here's the excerpt: "I think the kids definitely should have gone to school," said Jennifer Hopkins of Brooklyn, who has two girls in Public School 154, and a 6-month-old daughter. "It's hard to be cooped up in the house with all of them." Oh, come on lady. It's one day. Get over it. Some mother. Anyway, I was all ready to write about that, but I've lost interest. I also was going to write about an observation on guys going by "Rick" � that is, not "Richard" or "Rich," but I'm withholding judgment on "Dick" � who run strip clubs. The one we went to for Matt's bachelor party � the only one worthwhile in Seattle, I'm told � was called Rick's, as is Houston's No. 2-rated club by one person's report (it's a long blog entry, but go down below the Wednesday, 1:30 p.m. update and down to the bottom for a list of the best of Houston). But I've lost some interest. So we got a foot of snow overnight Tuesday and had a jolly fun time digging out of all that crap, but our driveway and sidewalk are practically snow-and-ice free! It's amazing. And we've got these awesome, stalactite-worthy icicles hanging off our roof and dripping down the side of our house. I should have taken a picture this morning to scan in ... in three weeks when I finally develop the film. I've spent most of today reading tons of stuff online, particularly all of Bill Simmons' blog entries from Houston. As a result, I've got little to say myself.
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