Category: play
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overhead
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woodwork, sorta
My woodworking “skills” boil down to tinkering. I cut a piece of wood. I cut another piece of wood. I discover one piece of wood is too long so I cut it again. I fit them together. I repeat this process until I have something which resembles the thing I had in mind in the… Read.
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osmosis
The song stuck in my head this morning was Abba’s “Take A Chance On Me,” a song I’m not particularly fond of but nevertheless know all the words to. I know all the words to a lot of Abba songs, which is kind of odd because I never turned the radio up when I heard… Read.
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cabin fever
We briefly enjoyed a day of what passes for warm weather here in Wisconsin. It got as warm as 42 degrees F (5.5 C) yesterday, which felt so warm after weeks of sub-freezing temps that I peeled down to my shirtsleeves while I worked in the garage yesterday afternoon. I was hoping it would remain… Read.
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first degree
The temp outside on this wintry January morning is just one degree (-17 C), which is relevant because it means I probably won’t be spending much time outside today. I went for a little ramble around Cherokee Marsh yesterday morning even though temps were in the teens, where the temps have been stuck for weeks… Read.
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all the single ladies
All the men: (spit up blood, drop dead) All the women: The men are all gone! Let’s fight! —– President’s aide: Madam President, power plants will start to shut down. President: Wait, aren’t there some, y’know, skilled women who can run those? —– Woman: People are gonna have to pick a side. Other Woman: Why?… Read.
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pumpkin spice bitch
My new favorite music video: Read.
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goin gin
At work, we use a Microsoft Access database to keep track of the cases we investigate. It’s a simple database. It’s designed to give us a case number for each investigation, record the type of case, has a place for us to make notes. Very basic stuff. In The Before Times, everybody would keep the… Read.
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plain sight
My Darling B was looking for a shaker filled with pepper flakes she got from the grocery last week. She asked me if I knew what happened to it, as if I had a clue where she shelved her herbs and spices. I don’t put that stuff away, not because I have this highfalutin idea… Read.
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