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Arg. I’ve just realized that some of these blog comments are being marked as spam by Gmail. You’d think that it wouldn’t since Blogger is also owned by Google, but noooo. So if you’ve sent me a comment and are thinking that I purposefully deleted it–I didn’t! So send the comment again and I guess I’ll just go rooting through the spam instead of blissfully consigning the whole thing to oblivion.

The Thursday Threesome: Clean Air Act

Onesome: Clean– as a whistle? Can you whistle? When did you learn? …and with pursed lips or with that finger thing?

I can whistle. I taught myself around the age of nine or ten. However, I do not know how to do the finger thing.

Twosome: Air– quality: an issue where you live or not? …enough to move?

It’s only bad when there is a wild fire nearby. Then it can get worse than L.A. You can smell the smoke even when you’re inside a building. See the smoke. The nearby hills/mountains are virtually invisible. Otherwise, it’s fine.

Threesome: Act– Hey, do you ‘act your age’? Sure, that’s subjective, but what do you think? …or better yet: what do your friends think?

Er, I don’t know. I’m a rather reserved person so I suppose it would be difficult for most people to tell. How are you supposed to act like when you’re twenty-five? People say that they’ve been pretty angsty at that age since they were having their “quarter life crisis.” But I don’t do angsty.