Tal Shachar
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#ebz A haunt of poets, prostitutes and other low types, and location of the notorious Singing Man... http://fallenlondon.com/c/1224215
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#ebz Fallen London's newspapers take pleasure in mocking the radical scientific theories of the d... http://fallenlondon.com/c/1324590
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#ebz Oh gather round me bully boys And I'll zing you a zong Of the windless waveless sunless Ze... http://fallenlondon.com/c/1321574
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#ebz You can study many things at the University of London. The Department of Cryptozoology studi... http://fallenlondon.com/c/1317795
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"I like porn set in castles. The girls are classier, cleaner." If Un Prophete hadn't already won me over it did with that line.
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Achievement Unlocked: earned enough to pay for the professional license on my natal chart software.
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Algonquin surprised me by calling and telling me I got into the intensive program after all. So I am now going to be an INTENSE law clerk student. Also everyone needs to stop offering me free furniture (no they don't).
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Algonquin, I appreciate you accepting me for the 2-year program and giving me no answer about the intensive (since I can't login to your stellar website). This means I get to give you an extra $1600 and take several courses in "Communications" and "Artistic Expression." I needed these! You can tell from my transcript, which details my 7 years in Canada's Ivy League. Fuck you very much, Alex. xo
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Apartment: mostly acquired. View: the Experimental Farm. (Non-Ottawans are free to imagine that it contains radioactive supercows.) Also in my possession: the fucking flu or something. Tomorrow: that Caravaggio exhibit is ALL FO' ME.
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As you can see, that app is just an automated flattery machine. I know this because similar programs using real algorithms have already told me I look like Peter Sellers.
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At La Sauvagine for dinner. Salad middling, wine and service pretty awesome. Will let you know about the venison in maple syrup.
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at the Fuller Building downtown trying to time my entry for exactly fifteen minutes early.
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Bad news: jurisprudence test in a few minutes! Good news: it's open-book! Bad news: I forgot the book! #imanidiot
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Be thou my vision! Had a job interview at an optician's today. Cautiously optimistic, and I learned that apparently some people think it's okay to haggle over frames? Really? They asked what I would say if someone tried to do that and I had to not reply that I would say "Dude, no...no, that's not a thing." (I said something about competitive prices instead.) So like, if it ever occurred to you to say "I'll give you fifty" at an optician's shop, don't do that.
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Being the only passenger on a Greyhound feels rather luxurious if your standards are low (mine are).
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Best thing about this accounting assignment was the careful attention paid to a law clerk's billable hours on the timesheet. $65/hr, so get my ill-informed opinions and thankless Google scutwork while it's free, guys.
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Birthday wishes were deeply appreciated; thank you, all. I have a stack of books that arrived with unexpected efficiency and timeliness from Amazon, mirabile dictu. And if Camie Schaefer and Erin Rogers were the ones who sent me a shiny pretty from my wishlist then thank you so much! (If it was Clare Moss in a fugue state, she doesn't remember.) Saving the birthday wine for Friday.
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Bros, Romans, countrymen, thank you for the birthday wishes. My 29th birthday (and the Feast of the Presentation of the Virgin) was spent browsing the bookstores and doing nothing in particular. I picked up the Penguin hardcover of Hound of the Baskervilles and Robertson Davies's book of pompous ghost stories.
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Depressing election. If Stephen Harper ruins my wedding plans I will personally curbstomp him (by metaphorical means in the form of a satirical sonnet, of course).
