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A little over 25 years ago, a young chap was born, and his parents gave him a valiant name. That young man, we will call him Dustin, is me. As long as Dustin can remembered those close to him have called him Dusty. Growing up, in fact, his grandmother was the only person he can remember who called him Dustin. At the time, it annoyed every ounce out of him, but a grandmother’s love will drown any annoyances.

Then one day, this young man graduated high school, packed all of the things he owned in the car, kissed his mother goodbye, and ventured off to college. Some of Dustin’s best friends ended up going to college with him, and with it his nickname. About this same time, he started introducing himself as Dustin. This was not to replace his nickname but to be more formal during introductions.

An interesting situation formed. People who had always called him Dusty continued as one might think would happen. As a generalization, most women/ladies/girls called me Dustin while the guys out there eventually picked up on Dusty and went with it. This holds true to this day - six years later. Dustin even refers to himself as Dusty during non-professional settings. He is also dating somebody who even giggles every time somebody calls him Dusty, odd little girl she is.

Then one day about, say, nine months ago his bestest friend started dating a girl. Since permission was not given to mention her here, we will call her With an ‘I’ since she spells her common name with an ‘i’ instead of a ‘y’. With an ‘I’ is one of those few girls who uses Dusty. But she takes it one step past kosher and spells it with an ‘i’. Yes, yes, she - and now all her friends even those who knew him before - calls me Dusti.

The best response for this has come from Dustin’s mother. She said some words I would like to keep off this site, but if the stereotype holds true, it would be something like: ‘Sounds like it is from San Fransisco’.

This is Dustin (or Dusty) hoping you a magical Tuesday.

Last night was the annual UP vs Gonzaga basketball game at UP. I was lucky enough to have front row seats behind the basket and the cheerleaders.

At one point in search for the ball, one Gonzaga player decided to face plant himself in a friend’s chest. That friend being Jason.

While we were still talking about a large man falling on Jason, I was privileged enough to look up just as the ball was hitting me in the face. I would like to say I took it on the chin with a grin, but it was more like on the nose with a smile (and a bloody nose). Jason later told me he could have stopped it, but since I didn’t help him with the falling man, I was on my own for that one.

And that was my Monday.

It’s official, and you heard it here first (possibly).

I heard on the radio while driving to work this morning Chuck Norris will be supporting Mike Huckabee for President of the United States this coming November. With news like that and the threat of round house kicks, I know who I will be voting for.

Tomorrow has a high of six degrees in Green Bay. That might be a little cold.

Go Pack Go.

If you have not heard by now, Vancouver, USA was hit with a fancy tornado two days ago. You will be happy (I hope) to know I faired very nicely. Other than my mother calling me 15 seconds after work was over wondering if my apartment was still standing, I would not have known it was even close to my place.

In summary, I would not have really known there was a tornado if it wasn’t for the news or all my family members calling me to see if I was still alive.

Well, except one of my co-workers was not so lucky. That is right, I know a celebrity. The tornado decided with an all-knowing, divine like decision to go through his backyard. As you can expect, there was damage: no more truck and no more shed. He also came out with some trash that was not his and he did not have to pay for. Luck him.

Also luck him that he works for Formos, a place which will take a serious situation like this (or getting hit by a boat) and keep it light. He has a new nickname of Dorthy. He also logged his time for the rest of the day on Thursday under ‘Dealing with a tornado’ which is not a metaphor for writing software.