Category: daily drivel
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plowed
Spotted on the way into town last Saturday: There is something not quite right with this picture. I literally tromped on my brakes when I noticed that this van appeared to be parked abnormally close to the fence around the Dumpster – the little black coupe was not even visible until I circled around into… Read.
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wonky-bonky
Bonkers got his purr back this morning. Actually, he did more than just purr, he went full-goose bozo on me, rubbing his ears against the edge of the table and sticking his hinder up in the air, begging me to pat it, so I did. Even so, I had to pick him up and put… Read.
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trumpet
Boo woke me this morning by sticking her muzzle in my ear and uttering a single, piercing “Miaow!” It was like sitting right next to a stereo speaker while Louis Armstrong opened a song by blasting a high-C quarter note. More accurately, it was like having a five-year-old standing next to my bed on Saturday… Read.
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blowin’
As I was scanning the headlines on NPR’s web site, my eyes flitted across a headline that turned the crank on my admittedly already-cranky disposition: “Blowin’ In The Wind Still Asks The Hard Questions.” Heavy sigh. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say something like, “Blowin’ In The Wind Asks Needlessly Cryptic Questions That Are… Read.
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score
I’ve been wandering through Saint Vinnie’s for weeks without finding a single thing I considered for a moment worth purchasing. Then, today, I wandered in, not expecting to find anything, yet within five short minutes of walking in the front door, I was cradling a copy of the Jules Verne Omnibus, a big, thick, old-looking… Read.
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sidecar
Stepping out from the patio after dinner at Mickey’s Tavern last night, we spotted this amazing tandem bike with attached sidecar and had to stop to take a good, long look at it. It appeared to be largely home made, and the side car was equipped with an electric motor to give an added assist… Read.
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blank
I dreamed I was at work. I really hate it when that happens. At least this time it was more than a little unusual. This time, the office looked like a mash-up of all the offices I’ve ever worked in, a standard cubicle farm, but surrounded by racks of electronic equipment. Even the people who… Read.
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poo
My Darling B kissed me good-bye as I sat in the recliner finishing up another chunk of Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game. (Well, what do you call it when paperback prose is broken up by gaps or bars or stars? They’re not chapters – Ender’s Game has proper chapters. There’s probably a neater work than… Read.
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whiz
I think I caught most of the mice now. Maybe just the dumbest ones, I don’t know. They were coming to the trash bag that hangs under the kitchen sink to eat their dinner, and making one hell of a mess of it, too. Weren’t trying hard at all to hide what they were doing.… Read.
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