The life of a blogger is tough. It’s not as easy as some people seem to think. However, this weekend Ilsa and I were lucky enough to host the inimitable and always delightful Dawn Summers for an evening at stately Blaine Manor. In the spirit of Clareified, I’ve decided to blog the visit using one of Dawn’s favorite devices, the dialogue. It all began with a phone call that came about three hours before Dawn said she would be arriving . . .
My Dinner With Dawndre
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I followed your same tactic as regards Standford—excepting that is how I would run the campus, kind of fun.
Of course, that was until I discovered women’s dive practice—the run’s got a little less random after that.
Posted by Signor Ferrari on 02/28 at 03:34 PM
Translating Ferrari: “less random” ="taken in for questioning.”
I also note that the board has “kill,” “maim” and “fun.” It is like someone was channelling Guru’s thoughts. Those blinks weren’t innocent.
Posted by ugarte on 02/28 at 03:37 PM
actually, ugarte, i believe those were my thoughts. I may have had the flying demon in cat in mind though.
Posted by dawn summers on 02/28 at 04:09 PM