Today’s occurrence of Saturday was the first one in the last month or so where nothing was planned. There were no birthday parties or guests from out of town. There were no appointments...
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4 Minutes
They’re Just Living In My Head
So we’re 9 months and 10 days (11 by the time you read this) into the year 2012. The end of the world is a matter of months away and the election is even...
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3 Minutes
So You Had A Bad Day
Ostensibly speaking, one of the first signs of a bad day is when you open your oven and your rump roast farts in your face. I’m pretty sure I’ve published that little nugget...
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You Make The Rockin’ World Go Round
*Smack* “Yiiiieeee!” *Bump* *Rattle* *Thonk!* It’s quite the brilliant lead if you ask me. Even though it doesn’t seem to mean anything special to you right now, just stay...
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She Hates Time Make It Stop
Saturday came pretty darn early on it’s first occurrence in October of 2012. This particular morning found me not in the backyard starter kit with a bowl of Corn Chex, a green tea...
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2 Minutes
They Call Me Mellow Yellow
“Wow, I’ve always seen you with a hat before.” Yeah, that’s pretty much the first thing I hear from someone who has seen my flesh toned, follicle free melon for the first time without...
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Taylor The Latte Boy
October 2nd, 2012 came upon us in a blink of an eye. At least, that is, where the perspective of 11:59:59 on October 1st is concerned. With the arrival of this day,...
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4 Minutes
Stop Holding Back And Set Yourself Free
*editors note – The lead of today’s blog will provide you (the reader) with a multiple choice of punch lines. Regardless of which punch line you choose, the ensuing verbal brilliance will continue to...
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I Play Great Keyboards Of Horses’ Teeth
There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. –Douglas Adams If you are camped near water, you may be awakened very early in the morning...
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4 Minutes
Union Jack Is Back With A Hole In His Head
*Beep* “Shuffle my tunes.” “Playing all of your songs. Shuffle.” Three thunderous strikes of a power chord come on board which send an immediately assertive signal to the real estate in...
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