#0033: Where is Joe Merchant?, by Jimmy Buffett

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Where is Joe Merchant?
by Jimmy Buffett
"When I'm standing on the earth, I realize how fast things are really moving. All of a sudden another summer is over and they're playing Christmas music. All of a sudden you get a card in the mail announcing your twenty-fifth high school reunion. All of a sudden Vietnam is another old war fought by the parents of the kids who watch M TV and won't know who Walter Cronkite is. Children you remember as little babies are getting married. Life is like that. Years pile up like shipwreck debris strewn out across a jaged reef, offering memories of something or someone who came before."

p.16 "a diving watch that looked as if it could tell time in every world time zone, do his banking, and split the atom."

p.158 "In deez parts, when da good times come, dey gallop in like wild horses. You try and ride 'em for as long as you can, and when dey trow you off, you just wait in the shade till dey come again."

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#0034: The Princess Diaries IV: Princess in Pink, by Meg Cabot

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The Princess Diaries, Volume V
Princess in Pink
by Meg Cabot
p.12 I seriously think you need to lie down with your feet above your head to get the blood flowing back into your brain, because are suffering from severe cognitive impairment.

p.54-55 Jangbu--that was the busboy's name--totally looked as if he were going to cry. He kept saying over and over again how sorry he was. But it didn't matter. Because if you spill soup on a dowager princess in New York City, you can kiss your career in the restaurant biz good-bye. It would be like if a gourmet cook got caught going to McDonald's in Paris. Or if P. Diddy got caught buying underwear a Wal-Mart. Or if Nicky and Paris Hilton got caught lying around in their Juicy Couture sweats on a Saturday night, watching National Geographic Explorer, instead of going out to party. It is simply Not Done.

p.85-86 "We are not playing Seven Minutes in Heaven at my birthday party," I informed her.
Tina looked crestfallen. "Why not?"
"Because this is a nerd party! My God, Tina! We are nerds. We don't play Seven Minutes in Heaven. That is the kind of thing people like Lana and Josh play at their parties. At nerd parties, we play things like Spoon, or possibly Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board. But not kissing games!"
But Tina was totally adamant that nerds DO play kissing games.
"Because if they don't," she pointed out, "then how do you think little nerds get made?"
I suggested that little nerds get made in the privacy of nerd homes after nerds married, but Tina wasn't even listening anymore.

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