Category: daily drivel
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witness for the boredom
Ugh, I’ve been up half the night because of a recurring dream in which I’m interviewing witnesses for a court case, which wouldn’t be so bad if it was an interesting case, but it was about something so boring and stupid that I don’t even remember what it was. Every time I woke up I… Read.
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Here’s my idea for trying to stop politicians from spending billions of dollars on campaigns: The maximum that any one person can contribute to any political campaign in any way is one dollar. It’s an amount that virtually everybody can afford, so anyone’s contribution carries just as much weight as anybody else’s. Not that I… Read.
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voted
I voted, not that I think it made any difference. Mostly I voted because I knew I would feel guilty about not voting, so I went. But I didn’t vote my conscience. Next time, I’m going to vote for the guy who promises to legalize pot, and to hell with the politicians who do the… Read.
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Finis
There is one last installment of last year’s trip to California now posted, in which we enjoy the continental breakfast at the hotel, take a ride to the airport with Egg Shen, show everybody in the airport our underwear, and finally enjoy the traditional Bloody Mary before boarding. Thanks for coming. Read.
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half past the monkey’s
My daylight savings time story: I woke up yesterday morning while it was still dark and just a minute or two before the clock in the front room went bong – half-past the hour, but which hour? Thanks to insomnia, I was still awake a half-hour later when I heard the clock strike four. And… Read.
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wimps
Day Nine of last year’s trip to California is up, in which: We wimp out and book a hotel in San Francisco, then do a short barhop with the time we have left in the evening before getting a good night’s rest for the flight in the morning. Read.
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Oktober
Day Eight of our trip to California last year is up, in which we finally make it to Chico and the Oktoberfest at the Sierra Nevada Brewery! Cheers! Read.
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inflamed
I used to go to high school with this guy. Now he gets to set rail cars on fire while I push papers in an office. I am so insanely jealous. Read.
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blissed
Day Seven of last year’s trip to California is up, in which: We learn to sleep inside a snare drum; we discover the joy of weed; and we finally get to toast some marshmallows over a campfire. *bliss* Read.
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not much, you?
“What are you going to do today?” B asked me, and I answered, “I don’t know. Probably nothing. Read. Wash clothes. That’s about it.” More and more lately, it’s the answer I can be counted on to give if you ask me what I plan to do on any given Saturday or Sunday. Monday through… Read.
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