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I spent a fair amount of time on Friday trying to get paper for PR-1, and then get PR-1 printed. It didn't happen, largely because I wasn't prepared, and never really got prepared. But I ended up gathering all the information I'd need to get the paper and print postcards on Saturday.

Since Polonia was supposed to be out of town this weekend (didn't happen), I'd planned to use one of soon-to-expire Super Saver theater tickets to see Attack of the Clones at the Regal Cinema in Eagan. I'd posted my plans on natter, and got some expressions of interest. Elizabeth Bendtsen was interested in seeing the movie, as was Joyce Scrivner. So I spent some time in e-mail with Elizabeth yesterday trying to work out the logistic details. After many exchanges, we reached the conclusion that getting her to Eagan for the show, and back to her home after the show, was too much work, and she bowed out. And Joyce ended up not feeling well, so she didn't make it, either. So I went to the 10PM show anyway.

George Lucas has a great talent for creating visual images. He really needs to spend more money on people who can write dialog.

I'd heard that the dialog was wooden. I had no idea just how wooden people were talking about. It was bad. Really bad.

I'm glad I saw the movie, and now I'll start planning to see Minority Report.

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The plan for today was
get up,
get paper,
print postcards,
cut sheets of paper into postcard size chunks.

I handled the get up part (with its implicit get ready) all right. I just hit a slight snag before I could do the get paper part. Polonia discovered that the storms yesterday had dislodged a young bird from its nest. The bird could fly, but not very well, and not very far. It could fly about a foot off the ground, and maybe six feet horizontally. It looked like the next predator that happened along would find an easy meal - a feeling that was corroborated when Polonia caught the bird with minimal effort on her part. She'd already prepared a box to hold the bird, and took advantage of the fact that I was heading to a part of town that was close to the St. Paul campus of the University to draft me into taking the bird to the Wildlife Rehab Center. Which I did, dropping off both the bird and a $25 donation.

And then I got paper for PR-1. Things went much smoother today than they'd gone yesterday. And I took the paper, and headed off to Dreamhaven to print postcards. I'd parked in the parking lot, and gathered my stuff, when Nathan Stohlman (sp) and Betsy Lundsten drove up and parked. And I saw the license plate on their car, and just burst out laughing (they have a personalized plate - YMMV). And after I stopped laughing, I noticed the make and model of the car, and started laughing again (they drive a Toyota Prius). An auspicious start to the job of printing postcards. They introduced me to their dependent, who found all the other new smells around Dreamhaven much more interesting than another boring old human being.

SO I went in, and set up, and cut my first stencil, and started printing. After five iterations of print one - jam one I decided I needed to try something else. So I reversed the master on the plate, cut another stencil, and tried again. This time, it worked much better. I ended up with about 700 sheets of paper, that I should be able to turn into about 2800 postcards. Assuming I can hook up with Dean Gahlon and his industrial strength paper cutter.