Tuesday, May 09, 2006

straight outta compton, foo'

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dude, is the "Jen Rice" on your links page teh same Jen Rice from MV who was the daughter of English teacher, Mr. Rice??? If so, please get HIS email or mailing address from her because I've been trying to find it FOREVER!!!! He's like, the reason I went into teaching.

Anonymous said...

that last mesage was left by me, the owner of the Evil Joyner All Stars (from your fantasy baseball league that you never tell your cool friends about).

Jen R. said...

Anonymous,
what are the chances... yes my dad's name is Mr. Rice!

Anonymous said...

enough about this rice stuff...that baby is UNREAL

Anonymous said...

Can I please have your dad's email address? I even went all the way back to M.V. to ask for it but they said they couldn't give me that information, because apparently, I'm the most suspicious and dangerous looking 5'6" 130lb guy in Contra Costa County- either that or they're just paranoid. Anyway, I just wanted to let him know that I'm teaching now, and stuff like that.

Jen R. said...

sorry my dad is Mr. Rice, but not the Mr. Rice you seek.

Anonymous said...

Why you tricky...you've made a powerful enemy here today.

Nathan First said...

well there, mr. "powerful enemy" -- you should know that I, the still-arguably-newlywed husband of the said Jen R. who is the daughter of a certain said Mr. Rice but indeed unfortuantely not the daughter of the Mr. Rice whom you seek -- weigh in at an all the dangerouser and suspiciouser 5'6 1/2 and one-hundred-thirty-TWO pounds (at least, when I wear my heavy boots. and hold a full soup can -- not those puny little campbells ones, I should note, if I'm to be completely honest -- the dollarseventynine kind -- in each hand), so be careful what sort of enemies you aim to make. Meanwhile, please tell my said wife, if you should speak with her again, that I wrote you a very scary and threatening, but also quite noble and valliant, and in the end, in a subtly touching, if ineffable way, rather sweet response. Shoot, I'm a softie. Am I a softie? I am. So is JenR., in fact, if you give her the chance. And with that, may you, at the end of your years-long quest, find the very mentor you seek, and may your reunion be a merry one. Please forgive our merry mischief. And tell Mr. Rice hello for us. Cordially,
the husband of Jen R.