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I'm Justin, and I live in Boston. I'm a huge geek into process automation and work reduction, and am also an editor at Eat Your Serial. Thanks for dropping by!

Archive for January, 2007

Butch the Rooster

Monday, January 29th, 2007

I’m not normally one for chain mail but 1) I didn’t forward this and 2) its funny. John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business He had several hundred young layers (hens), called “pullets”, and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs (for you city folks). The farmer kept records and […]

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Minneapolis is Funny

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

This site is just really really funny.  Reading it is a great way to kill time.

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Spring break!

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

Wow spring break is going to be so great this year. I just can’t wait.  I’m feeling a little..antsy, I guess for it.  There’s still 50 days til break and the waiting is going to suck but its totally going to be worth it.  Gimpi bought the plane tickets for me and Danielle, so that’s […]

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Mail Problems

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

So when I first moved in here I didn’t get my mail for a few days because I hadn’t put my name on my mailbox, something that you’re required to do to have mail delivered.  So ok I do that, and then all of a sudden my mail starts showing up, but does the mail […]

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The Morning After Pill

Saturday, January 6th, 2007

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The Most Embarrassing Voicemail Ever

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

I think this is the most embarrassing thing my mom has ever done to me. In case you can’t hear it, it went something like this:  “Hey loverboy, its your mom calling to see when you’re gonna come home and use your other manly muscles to move some wood and help with the shed”  I […]

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