Do you ever wonder if you’re the only one who…?
There are so many ways to finish that sentence, and all of them feel lonely.
November 16th, 2011
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Tortine
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There are many stellar things about freedom and liberty and all that. (No, don’t worry, I’m not about to announce my candidacy for president.)
Perhaps one of the most stellar is the right to make up words.
November 15th, 2011
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Strangely warmed
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Many things are best when heated.
Italian bread. Fluffy towels. Apple pie. Unspayed feral cats.
November 11th, 2011
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All hail the Queen
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Y’all may have heard that British succession rights changed recently.
But one royal rule hasn’t changed, isn’t changing, and ain’t gonna change even if you sit up and beg for buttermilk: there’s only one Queen in Suite B.
November 10th, 2011
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Slide: My First Officemate
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If you are a long-time reader of this blog, you know that I have a had a succession of office mates. I have blogged about some of them (Sinbad, Pepper and my current mate, Geoff), and would love to eventually introduce you to all of them.
I can’t promise I’ll find time to blog about all the others, but something came up has inspired me to tell you about about my first office mate, Slide.
November 3rd, 2011
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Being good
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Keeping up with cats can be like Whac-a-Mole.
Speaking of which, was anyone else ever troubled by the whole premise? Aren’t there things far more whackworthy than cute, furry moles? I guess “Whac Injustice” or “Whac The Darkness In One’s Own Soul” isn’t quite as arcade-worthy. But I digress.
