Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Just in case you didn't get enough humiliation and pain as a child...
Adults finding exercise with dodgeball Moments later, a large red rubber ball, thrown by a 250 pound man nicknamed "Thunder," slammed into the side of Ms. Finn's head, creating secondary sensory overload.
Although Finn was crying and dazed, the gym instructor told her to quit being a baby and to shake it off. Upon gaining her feet, Ms. Finn was ridiculed by several of the really cool girls, who said if she'd gotten hit in the chest, the resultant swelling could have meant she could could begin buying real bras instead of training bras.
Mr. Thunder was sent to the office and ordered to scrape gum off the bleachers.
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