Month: March 2013
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coupled
Visiting a train show a couple years back, I spotted a big stack of boxes from across the aisle that made my spider-sense tingle. They turned out to be passenger cars, dozens of them, at rock-bottom prices. I picked out two dome cars, two or three sleepers, a coach and an observation car for the… Read.
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Alchemy
Becky and John joined us for our weekly night-out at Alchemy. My Darling B works with Becky at the DMV and about a month ago invited her and her husband, John, to join us for dinner at Smokey’s the last time we went there. Ever since then we’ve been trying to get together again. Our… Read.
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rerun
I had the strange experience of watching a rerun of a dream last night. My Darling B stole about a trillion dollars that Jack Nicholson stole from a bank, and I helped her steal it by hiding it under the floorboards while Jack was sleeping in the bathtub. He went into a Nicholsonian rage when… Read.
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ramblin
In spite of daylight savings time I was in bed by nine last night and couldn’t keep my eyes open past nine-thirty, so why am I awake at four o’clock this morning? Well, part of it is because we have cats, of course, but it’s also because I woke up gasping for air after my… Read.
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spaghetti
I spent just about the whole weekend up to my elbows in an extra-large helping of copper-wire spaghetti, not because I was involved in yet another home improvement project, like fixing the garage door opener that’s still spread out in pieces across my work bench, but because I was playing with my choo-choo trains. A… Read.
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Gershwin
My Darling B took me to see The Gershwin Songbook at the Overture Center today. Other than a lot of songs by George and Ira, I really wasn’t sure what to expect. The show was produced by an acting troupe called Four Seasons Theatre and the advertising didn’t make it clear whether they were going… Read.
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short circuit
Shortly before we left the house to go see the Gershwin Songbook, while we were sitting at the table eating lunch, the lights flickered and, from the direction of the garage, I heard an odd sort of growling noise. “That’s the second time it’s done that this morning,” B commented. “Really?” I asked. “Did you… Read.
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oogle
How honest is advertising? Check out Kate Upton’s Body! To hell with the winky-winky stuff, check it out! Her body! Hey! It’s Kate Upton, whoever she is! Check her out! NOW! CLICK ON HER BODY! DO IT! This little foursquare advertisement has been popping up in the sidebar of Wonkette’s web site for as long… Read.
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howzat
Seriously, how does Radio Shack stay in business? I go there pretty regularly to buy solder and micro-switches and geeky stuff like that, but nobody else does, from what I can tell. For all the times I’ve been there, just once have I seen anyone else in the store, shopping for a phone. I wanted… Read.
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dream job
I stopped at Radio Shack at eight o’clock this evening to pick up some wire and terminal lugs. I was the only guy there; I’m always the only guy there. How does Radio Shack stay in business? There were two guys behind the counter. They had the radio on loud, playing their favorite tunes. They… Read.
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