Month: November 2011
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flagrant
My computer at work has been locking up. Just flat-out freezing. I’ll be batting out a terribly important memo or mouse-clicking through the endless stream of e-mail when, for no reason that I’ve been able to figure out, the computer will stop responding to my key-batting and mouse-clicking, and no amount of cussing will convince Read.
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programmed
My body is programmed to pee at five o’clock. This is not a problem on weekdays, because that’s when I get up, put the water on for the coffee, and take a long, hot shower. On weekends, though, I would prefer to stay in bed a little longer. Say, at least until the sun comes Read.
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cell
I got a new cell phone, and it’s almost as fancy-pants as yours. Almost. For many, many moons I had a cell phone that was just a phone. It didn’t take photos, I couldn’t use it to surf the internet, my e-mail didn’t come to my phone – all it did was make phone calls. Read.
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barnard’s
When the taxi driver taking us to the Hop Head Beer Tour turned on the radio to listen to This American Life, the first segment of the show described a gathering of scientists, writers and people who were just plain into the idea of solving the problem of traveling between stars. “That sounds like your Read.
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flames
The whole world is on fire! In a time-lapse video shot from the windows of the International Space Station, your home planet burns so brightly it’s hard not to wonder how anything can be alive down there. Cities are ablaze, lightning flares through the cloud tops, and the atmosphere itself swirls with the yellow-green flames Read.
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deboning
I spent all night last night in the dayroom of my Air Force dormitory watching cooking shows on the big-screen television. That’s all I could find on any of the channels: cooking shows. It wasn’t what I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t have anything to read, so cooking shows was Read.
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Fox Valley Brewery Tour
I have the teensie-weansiest little headachette this morning, just a little pressure at my temples that makes my eyelids squeak when I blink them, as if they’re on rusty hinges. I’m sure it’ll go away after a cup of coffee. This is definitely not the fault of the beer I drank during our tour of Read.
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oops
I’ve been up since three-thirty this morning and I have yet to find one explanation that makes it clear why this is exchange between Rick Perry and a moderator is so much more boneheaded than anything Perry has previously said that it’ll knock him out of the race: And I will tell ya, it’s three Read.
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bleh
I’ve been so preoccupied with work lately that I haven’t had the steam left at the end of the day to produce the kind of low-quality drivel you’ve come to expect when you visit this blog, and for that you have my sincere apologies. This preoccupation also wakes me up at four in the morning Read.
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drizzle
I’m going to try as hard as I can not to be a whiny old goat about the cold, dark rain pouring down today, because it won’t even matter, right? I’ll be in a windowless office all day. Bright side to everything. Yay, me! Read.
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