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I changed my email address to jetblack@otaking.org, so the login for MLB.com changed:
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Outraged? I'm barely surprised. This is a country where women aren't allowed to drive a car. They're not allowed to be in the company of any man other than a close relative, they're required to adhere to a dress code that would make the Mary Knoll Nun look like Malibu Barbie. They beheaded a hundred twenty-one people last year for robbery, rape, and drug trafficking. They've no free press. No elected government. No political parties. And the royal family allows the religious police to travel in groups of six; carrying nightsticks and they freely and publicly beat women. But, "Brutus is an honorable man." Seventeen schoolgirls were forced to burn alive because they weren't wearing the proper clothing. Am I outraged? No, Steve. No, Chris. No, Mark. That is Saudi Arabia, our partners in peace. Bonnie, then Scott.
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I changed my email address to jetblack@otaking.org, so the login for MLB.com changed:
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pass: ranma12
There’s nothing like a good road trip to open up the soul. I don’t know what it is about road trips that I love so much, but the prospect of long trips in a car with friends is often the start of a recipe for memorable antics. Transplanting people from their everyday lives to a new environment and freedom from the mundanity that is life seems to just kick-start the basis of which convention anecdotes are made from. Anime Expo is one of the those times when road trips tend to open people up.
The trick to a good road trip is music. Music is a good conversation starter, so you have to be sure to put together a mix of music that everyone will appreciate and at the very least you can play Name the Tune to break the ice. This is pretty helpful when you have new people on the trip; people who’re in need of being drawn out. After that, you can start with the jokes and the antics. Oh, and if someone sleeps or breaks out with the portable game system, don’t be offended or think that they’re not listening. They are, trust me. I remember one year when that happened and we told a joke and even though it was lame, the guy in the back seat erupted with insane laughter. That just started a whole other round of guffaws, because insane laughter is also infectious laughter.
I’m looking forward to this weekend. I’ll be reporting from Seattle as the days go by!