  Well, the surprise party was indeed a surprise, as I was far too tired to be anything more than mildly suspicious when I got dragged to a comic book store for half an hour.
*shrugs* Who knew? But I got ice cream cake and presents, so I was pleased. In other news, Lance Armstrong is still winning the Tour de France! This, of course, is of international importance - well, it ought to be. And a hurricane is going through Texas - I think its name is Claudette. I'm still somewhat befuddled as to why we *name* our hurricanes, so if someone would care to explain it?
I also got an email from one of my best friends earlier today saying something about 1984 , the book by George Orwell, and it's relation to society today. I've never read the book, but the comparisons were interesting. It was talking about making English *perfect*, aka politically correct. It brought up the way textbooks are being written today, and how information can be parceled out in just such a way as to paint a completely inaccurate picture about the way things were.
I'm not sure I understand why this would be done .
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.well, on a logical level, maybe, but .
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.I don't know. Later. 
