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Leopards, License, and things of Late

LEOPARD
Here's a video that I've meaning to post a loooooong time but there's been no occasion to do so... until alliteration opened the door:

http://useloos.com/mediaplayer/?itemid=16369
It's very suspenseful and interesting!

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LICENSE
I went to take my road test for a driver's license today and I passed! I can drive on my own... *wide-eyed*  The lady who tested me was rather short-tempered so that didn't help.  I knew she was really frustrated with the guy before me so that might have carried over.  I really tried to do my best and verify that I wasn't doing exactly the opposite of what she asked, but it was like she hated repeating herself.

For example, she said, "Make a left turn and back into the DMV and then park."
I understood her to mean "BACK into the DMV."  Me in my head, "Oh goodness, I knew I should have practiced backing some more yesterday.  I can't back into a parking space yet!"
When I drew near to the DMV area, I asked her again, "You want me to back into the DMV?"
Tester: "Just park!!"
I was too relieved to be upset.

She never told me if I passed or not.  But I got my temporary license, so I assume I did!


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things of LATE
A fellow randomness lover has consented to blog miscellaneous things with me for your benefit at Miss Cellaneoae or http://mindsmiscellaneous.blogspot.com/.  I've got a bunch of things I plan to share and I know she will, too.  It should be great!

Stay cool!
~CJ
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