Category: play
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family camping
Pete e-mailed me the other day asking if I could remember any details about the vacations we took with our mom and dad in the mid 70s. I’ll bet he’s sorry he asked now, because the best I could do was vomit up random fragments of memories, and I mean ‘vomit’ in the best sense… Read.
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hot iron
I went to plug in my fifteen-watt soldering iron yesterday and found that it was already plugged in. Hmmm. The last time I used it was, um … hmmmm. Read.
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a little more
I couldn’t wait until another day to finish laying the rest of the track through the crossings and past the switches that led to the horseshoe curve back to the terminal platform. I thought I could wait until next week, but it turned out I’m a weaker man than that. I had to finish up… Read.
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a good day’s work
Track boss Dominic Book rounded up the track gang this morning. He had to pound on the doors of every whore house and tavern on the low side of town to do it, but Dominic’s not a man to shirk from his job, nor is he a man that people say no to. Of course,… Read.
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spoiler
Avast, matey! There be spoilers ahead! On the way home from work Friday night, I asked My Darling B if she wanted to watch the last episode of Breaking Bad. We checked out season two from the library earlier in the week and had watched the whole thing in just a couple of nights, all… Read.
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Frrronch fries!
I just heard a radio advertisement announcing special deals at McDonald’s, but only for their ‘a la carte’ items. When did McDonald’s become so frou-frou that they started advertising in French? Read.
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moon hoax not
Well, this is refreshing: “I don’t know whether or not they landed on the moon, but I know they couldn’t have faked it.” Read.
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switched
Late Christmas just keeps going and going and going: There’s a guy in New Jersey who sent me a whole mess of train tracks through the mail. Not for free. And he wasn’t my Secret Santa or some goofy shit like that. I paid him what I thought was a fair price, particularly because I’d… Read.
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choices
Choices, choices. Next weekend is the start of Restaurant Week here in Madison, Wisconsin, Our Fair City. My Darling B has been pouring over menus to try to decide which ones she wants to go to, and has whittled it down to a ‘short list’ of thirty-seven dozen restaurants, more restaurants than are actually participating… Read.
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strange trophy
As far as I’m concerned, a house should look lived-in, and I consider it clean as long as I don’t stick to it and it doesn’t give me cholera. I can ignore the piles of clothes on the guest room bed because I know they’re all straight from the dryer and just waiting to be… Read.
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