Month: January 2010
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sixth grade
This is me in grade six. Second row, second from the right, next to Linda Kons. What really freaks me out about this photo, after the hair (have I always needed a haircut?), is that I’m pretty sure I remember almost everybody’s name. Starting from the upper left: Judy Wiesner, Wendy Pohlman, Pete O’Brien, Mary… Read.
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cheese!
Remember photo booths? Plunk a buck and a half’s worth of quarters in the slot, climb into the crowded booth with every single one of the people you were out drinking with and poke each other in the eye while the flash went off at the worst-timed moments. Three minutes later the machine barfed up… Read.
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biomutants
I am me. He is Rick. The other he is Jim. We are the Biomutants. We’re wearing pillow cases for shirts. I made the emblems by cutting a stencil out of card paper and spray painting the designs on. With spray paint. From a can. I don’t know what we were supposed to be about,… Read.
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tangled
My Darling B had a bad dream the other night. She dreamed that she woke up and saw somebody standing in the doorway. It was one of those dreams where she knew she was dreaming, and she knew that if she called out to me I’d wake her up and everything would be all right,… Read.
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table saw table
The first thing you have to make with your new table saw is a table for your saw. Sounds like one of those No shit, Sherlock, answers, doesn’t it? “So what’s the first thing you made with your new table saw?” “A table, duh.” It doesn’t have to be pretty, as you can plainly see,… Read.
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switched up
Dear Mister Postal Delivery Guy: Of all the times you decided to switch from delivering mail in the afternoon to delivering mail in the morning, why did it have to be yesterday? You’ve never delivered mail in the morning before! You always delivered mail after lunch! I wouldn’t have even asked for a re-delivery if… Read.
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santa penguin
When you see a pair of toy penguins in Santa hats in the window of Grampa’s Gun Shop you’ve just got to stop and snap a photo. I think you do, anyway. Read.
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waffle waffle waffle
My Darling B set her alarm clock to wake us at seven this morning so we could be among the first in line for the fund-raiser breakfast at the Dane County Farmer’s Market. A fabulous spread was planned and we love to support the market. When B’s clock tried to bleep us awake, however, she… Read.
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the final frontier
Our regular Saturday stop at St Vincent de Paul’s thrift store yielded only a few treasures this week. My Darling B didn’t find one old platter or kitchen gadget that caught her fancy. I, on the other hand, found a little treasure called The Cambridge Encyclopedia of Space. I’ve got so many books about manned… Read.
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in tune
My Darling B must have been receiving the same signals from the mothership I was getting. She was walking from the car to the ATM as I came out of the office building to meet her this evening. “I’m getting some cash,” she explained, “I’ve been thinking about pizza all day.” “That’s funny, I’ve got… Read.
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