With the unfortunate outcome of this year’s Super Bowl and what I can only characterize as a poor excuse to hold my water (urine) in favor of checking out the lackluster roster of commercials,...
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My Stalker
Two points define a line and three confirm it. I may have stated that piece of mathematical brilliance here before. Even still, after the events of this morning in the lives of your favorite...
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6 Minutes
Next Year’s Empty Promises
The TharpSterLution is the moniker I’ve ascribed to an annual process I partake in during this time of year. I’m a little too lazy to go look it up, but I think this is...
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3 Minutes
The Present I Really Wanted
“Okay everyone. Hang on and watch Randy open this one. You’ll want to see the look on his face.” I can’t really say I’ve ever heard that particular statement prior to tearing into a...
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2 Minutes
The Case Of The Missing Bobby Pin
Stu’s bobby pin was lost. It’s not like he didn’t know where it was. He knew exactly where it was. It was on the ground behind his bedside table. It had fallen back there...
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7 Minutes
Yosemite?
Newsroom is a show on HBO which features Jeff Daniels as a news anchor. That’s all I know about it. I don’t watch it and have never seen an episode of it. It helps...
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8 Minutes
The Door to Door Adventures of Twisty: The Malcontented Merchandiser of Unwanted Goods
Tuesday, 6:30 pm in late August hit the suburbs of the city as hot as it ever did. The life of anyone working outdoors during this time of year was resplendent with misery. ...
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10 Minutes
TharpSter & The Great OutDoors
At this writing, the date is Monday, October 14, 2013. It’s Columbus Day. I know this because the banks are closed and the markets are open. That means that as a cubicle...
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4 Minutes
Connecting The Dots
Alright gang. Get your big purple crayon out and get ready to play a spirited game of dot to dot. From a mathematical point of view, it takes two points to define...
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Fighting Trolls
There seems to be a troll or goblin-like varmint living absolutely rent free in the confines of the spacious, less than fashionable subconscious section of my skull. Even worse is the fact that he...
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