Twitter Updates for 2011-11-22

He was OK.

Good Morning & Happy Tuesday.

That guy was the 1st in his sport to do A, B, or C. He was just okay.

Today is Tuesday 11/22/V3.2 & its a good kinda day. IF you READ my previous entry you would know why.

I’ve 2 things to do today, but am blocked from doing one until someone else does something. It’s really annoying to be waiting on people to do something. I’m going to have to step up the requests.

The word of the day is poltroon which means A wretched coward; craven.

Have a GREAT Tuesday & treat each other with a smile.

200 Days to Vernon J’s Birthday

It is 200 day to Vernon J’s Birthday.

LET’S have a celebration!

Thanks to Julie for being awesome & the same age as me. I would’ve probably let this celebration pass us by.

IF my plan goes as planned, I will be celebrating this monumental occasion with someone.

42 days until Julie’s Birthday

From and including: Tuesday, November 22, 2011
To, but not including : Tuesday, January 3, 2012

It is 42 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

Or 1 month, 12 days excluding the end date

We are going to be 33 next year.

YOU on Tuesday 01/03/V3.2! ME on Saturday 06/09/V3.3

33 days until Christmas

From and including: Tuesday, November 22, 2011
To, but not including : Sunday, December 25, 2011

It is 33 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

Or 1 month, 3 days excluding the end date

YOU know I don’t celebrate Christmas.

War on Christmas

2 days until Thanksgiving

From and including: Tuesday, November 22, 2011
To, but not including : Thursday, November 24, 2011

It is 2 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

85 days until Valentine’s Day

From and including: Monday, November 21, 2011
To, but not including : Tuesday, February 14, 2012

It is 85 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

Or 2 months, 24 days excluding the end date

Quotes from the World for Monday 11/21/MMXI

What is meant by “reality”? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable—now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying. It overwhelms one walking home beneath the stars and makes the silent world more real than the world of speech—and then there it is again in an omnibus in the uproar of Piccadilly. Sometimes, too, it seems to dwell in shapes too far away for us to discern what their nature is. But whatever it touches, it fixes and makes permanent. That is what remains over when the skin of the day has been cast into the hedge; that is what is left of past time and of our loves and hates.

Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf (1882–1941), British novelist. A Room of One’s Own, ch. 6 (1929).