Month: April 2015
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Great Big Fish
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deficit
I think I may finally be all caught up on the sleep I lost this week. Actually, I didn’t lose that much sleep. I was on an overnight business trip and we stayed in a hotel that was almost literally curbside to Interstate 43 in Manitowoc. I say “almost literally” because Interstate highways don’t have… Read.
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pay for three
A coworker and I stopped at a Perkins restaurant for lunch on a recent business trip. After we finished our entrees, the waitress took our plates away and asked us if we had saved any room for dessert. I wasn’t interested, but my coworker asked about the cookies he’d seen in the display case on… Read.
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crowned
I have only ever heard old people talk about their crowns. I am about to talk about my crown. Ergo, I am now an old people. One of my molars was giving me twinges when I bit down on it and had become super-sensitive to temperature. Worried that it might be infected, I went to… Read.
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mummy
The lawn mower didn’t start when I pulled the trigger on it yesterday. The blades were very hard to turn by hand, so I thought that maybe the bearings on the motor could use a touch of oil, and that meant I would have to take the engine cover off. I had wanted to do… Read.
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is that a dibble in your pocket?
Phrases about working in the garden that sound normal when My Darling B says them but sound dirty when I say them: pruning the sage plowing the potato bed weeding the patch sowing the sweet peas is that a dibble in your pocket? Read.
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decard
Deckard was having trouble driving on the narrow mountain road. Replicants don’t usually drive, and even though the old Volkswagen was part of his memory, he wasn’t sure how to handle the stick shift, so I volunteered to take over. He pulled into a wayside stop where we could do the swap. I walked into… Read.
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blister
Well, I thought I was ready to do a little yard work today, but I didn’t realize how literally true that would turn out to be. A little was all I could handle after blobbing out on the recliner all winter. My Darling B wanted the leaves from the front yard to turn them into… Read.
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Where The Sidewalk Ends
My Darling B snorted at me when I ventured the opinion that Where The Sidewalk Ends was a pretty good movie. She thought it was “too corny.” “It wasn’t any cornier than Casablanca,” I replied. “Hey hey hey, don’t be dissing on Casablanca,” she warned me, wagging a finger. “I’m not dissing,” I said, “but… Read.
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Wisconsin Film Festival
Meru was the last film we saw at the Wisconsin Film Festival, which made thirty-two films in all, if you count the six-minute short film Little America and the two films we walked out of. I’m counting them, but My Darling B thinks it’s cheating. The best dramatic narrative that we was was, no question,… Read.
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