Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s Christmas. We’ve made it past the Mayan Apocalypse. At the same time we have another apocalypse looming around the corner as we start to fully realize the horrific...
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Regarding Star Trek
I sit here on a Saturday afternoon in anticipation of consuming some leftover chicken enchiladas while I watch the SyFy channel marathon of Star Trek movies. Within a matter of minutes, the first...
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Doggie Devotion
There’s an unspoken rule around the domain here which dictates agape-like devotion on behalf of the canine contingent (my dogs) back toward their master (me, for all tents and porpoises) under two particular circumstances....
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CubeVille: Post Mayan Apocalypse
Well it’s December 22nd, and we survived the Mayan end of days. Or did we? Yesterday. I responded to what I’m guessing was 52 meeting invites in Cubeville. The invitations were for...
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That’s It, I’m Done
It occurs to me that I still have a copy of Rock Of Ages sitting on the ole Blue Ray player courtesy of my DVD mailer service. For reasons unknown, I haven’t packed that...
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Rabbit Voodoo
Christmas of 199- something descended upon central eastern Wyoming as it had any year before. The rigid theology behind the scare tactics used by the global warming crowd hadn’t been quite solidified at that...
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Here Come The Shriners
Suffice to say, I’ve been participating in a Yuletide prank on anywhere from two to six people since 1998. Good Lord in butter, why did I use a pagan term to discuss Christmas?...
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My Precious!
The Pentel RSVP pen which feeds black ink through its medium point represents the absolute finest in writing utensils which are made available through office supply stores and mass merchandisers courtesy of shrink wrap...
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The Callout
As is life in any given December in an office, the cafeteria which contributes to my pie hole a couple times a week has began the aural assault of Christmas tunes in an effort...
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That’s Me In The Spot…Light
It was a dark and stormy night. Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes times these things practically write themselves. The less than pleasant time of 4:45 am came this morning a whole lot earlier...
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