Category: daily drivel
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fiat lux
The lights are on once again in the kitchen of Our Humble O’Bode. About two weeks ago, I started a weekend project to install track lighting in the kitchen, a project that never got any farther than taking the old light off the ceiling and pulling the wires out of the junction box. That’s when… Read.
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tube
This was kind of weird: I dreamed I found Paula Poundstone stuck in a paper tube, the kind paper towels are rolled up on. The tube was shoved into the middle of a box full of packing peanuts, and I had to pull a handful of wadded-up plastic wrapping out of the end of the… Read.
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extermination
Flashback to December 15, 2005, when I answered the phone in the Credit Services department of the now-defunct AnchorBank in downtown Madison: I get a lot of strange requests, but none stranger than the one I got today. “How do I remove a child from the screen?” a caller asked me. No hi, how are… Read.
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nolite te bastardes carborundurum
We’ve been watching The Handmaid’s Tale for a week or so. I think My Darling B wanted to binge-watch the whole think in a weekend, but it’s a hard show to watch, or at least it is for me. I can watch one episode a night at most. The story is set in a dystopia that… Read.
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Surrogate
So the umpty-millionth congressman, and so far they have all been men, has decided to resign effective immediately from that august body because he repeatedly asked at least two of the women on his staff to bear his children. Not in a lewd and lascivious way, of course: he asked them to lend him their… Read.
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frosty
I was shocked to notice there was snow on the ground this morning. Not a lot of it. Mostly the leftover stuff that the wind swirled into the places where the wind wouldn’t be able to blow it out into the open again. And there was snow blown into long, curlicued shapes on the thin… Read.
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delbow
I had to apologize for jabbing B in the ribs last night. Scooter was sleeping smack up against my back part of the night, which I don’t mind if he lets me have enough of the covers to keep me warm. It’s when my butt sticks out that I have to object. Or when he… Read.
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Capsule
In my dream, I was an astronaut on my way to Jupiter with two other guys. We were stopped at a space station about halfway there to get out of the capsule for a while and stretch our legs. The capsule was about the size of a canoe and it appeared to be made of… Read.
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pants
I am fresh out of underpants. Sorry if that’s too much information, but it’s at the front of my mind tonight. Actually, I am on the cusp of no longer being fresh out of underpants, if that makes sense. I was *fresh* out of underpants at five o’clock this morning after I grabbed my last… Read.
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fuck your meme
I saw a meme on Facebook last night that was, according to the results of a fast Google search, a shortened version of a 2007 book called 50 Rules Kids Won’t Learn in School, Real-World Antidotes to Feel-Good Education, by conservative columnist and radio host Charlie Sykes. The meme listed only 11 rules, probably because, like… Read.
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