Category: daily drivel
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chill
We went to the wurst fest at the city park on Ingersoll St., but the fall weather got the best of us and we left after barely an hour. Temps were in the 40s and a few gusts came along just often enough to blow our paper plates and napkins away, and not incidentally chill… Read.
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mom
Mom stopped by in town for a visit last night … We had dinner at the Great Dane downtown, then hung around telling stories until after dark. Good times! Read.
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only
I thought I was going to be the only dude in the yoga class we signed up for, but at the last minute another guy walked in. There were about fifteen of us. The instructor says that’s a big class. It seemed big in the tiny little room where we gathered at the community center.… Read.
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cvsara
There’s a car I see in town every now and again with a personalized license plate that says “CVSARA”. It could mean a lot of things, but it makes a bell go off in my head because I’m kind of a nerd about aircraft carriers, so I know that “CV” means “aircraft carrier” in sailorspeak.… Read.
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sans alarm
Even though I didn’t have to, and the alarm on my phone didn’t go off, and the cat didn’t walk on my face, and there was no thunder and lightning, and the house and the street and the city was utterly quiet, no car alarms, no sirens, no squadrons of chirping crickets – even so,… Read.
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five
I got a solid five hours sleep last night. I can work with five. I would have had time to go to the bathroom, then crawl back into bed and get some more sleep, but I woke up after a dream about chasing Ellen Ripley away with a flamethrower after she morphed into a face-munching… Read.
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Sujeo
I have literally lost two inches off my waist between this morning and last night, when I stuffed myself with a meal of bibimbap and spring rolls at the weekend soft opening of Tory Miller’s new restaurant, Sujeo. I shouldn’t have eaten so much; I should have eaten half and taken the other half home… Read.
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intention
I meant to do that … Read.
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dead and buried … and undead
One of my coworkers takes great delight in singing less-than-likeable pop songs from the 70’s. The asshole. I’m a live-and-let-live kind of guy, but I could cheerfully curb-stomp anyone who thinks it’s hilarious to resurrect pop songs that should have remained dead and buried. That’s one breach of etiquette that ought to be punishable with… Read.
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smoked
Do you smell that? Like cigarette smoke? Is it just me? It is just me, isn’t it? I can smell cigarette smoke all the time now. I think it started the night we went to one of our favorite restaurants to see a musical trio who appears there about once a month on the patio,… Read.
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