Category: daily drivel
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awesome plow
Friday morning, I opened the garage door to see if the snow that had fallen the night before was enough to need shoveling. It was. I grabbed a shovel and started to work. I’d cleared about ten feet of the part of the driveway closest to the garage when I noticed that the plow had… Read.
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shorn
I scared the hell out of a hair stylist the other day. Here’s how it happened. I usually meet My Darling B for dinner at Alchemy on Thursday night. Right next door there’s a tonsorial establishment of some kind – not merely a barber shop, but a place where one of the things they do… Read.
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scratch
Okay, seriously, I’m begging you for suggestions here: How do I stop a cat from waking me up in the morning? I’ll try just about any non-lethal method you suggest that doesn’t involve broken bones or blood. I thought I’d come up with a pretty good method myself: Feed them both just before bed and… Read.
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an opening, NOT
We’ve got a electric garage door opener. Always have had one. So, I would never know how much grunting I would have to do to open the garage door until the goddamn thing broke. Well, the goddamn thing broke. The first time it broke, it looked pretty simple to fix. The kind of garage door… Read.
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doing the laundry
Why do we call clothes “laundry” after we wear them, while they’re in the wash machine and the dryer, and all the way up to the point where we fold them and put them away in drawers or hang them on a pole, after which they become “clothes” again? Is it really all that confusing… Read.
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laundry day
Landry day. I am so damn domesticated that the highlight of my Sunday is sitting in front of a table full of folded clothes watching Ron White videos and drinking beer. Actually, now that I think about it, that’s a pretty good day any way I slice it. Better than a bad day at work,… Read.
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getting off
I, like just about everybody else on the net this weekend, have been spending too much time playing with the Pulp-O-Mizer, a web site you can use to piece together your own pulp magazine cover from the artwork and fonts provided. Enjoy. Read.
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wakey wakey part xvi
I was awake much of the night. First, it was because I had to pee. I can usually do that in my sleep: Get out of bed, totter in the direction of the bathroom, pull down my pants, squat (so I don’t have to turn the lights on), fall asleep as I get the deed… Read.
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laundry
There are so many baskets piled with unfolded, washed clothes that they have taken over the living room. There are now more basket of clothes than there are pieces of furniture. I don’t even know where all those baskets came from. Last I knew, we had three, but there are at least half a dozen… Read.
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end times
We were on our way home, the car crawling at twenty miles per hour over slush-covered roads that were slowly freezing solid. “It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?” My Darling B asked me. “No,” I chuckled. “The world is not ending. The world will be around for a long time.” “No? Yesterday it… Read.
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