Archive for November, 2004
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Bored bored bored
I’m back at work again, thank heavens. Cooking again, which in one aspect is a step backwards, but in another is relying on a skill I’ve had for 20 years or more to get me through the lean times. If you can’t rely on your trade, what can you rely on?
Right now [...]
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Depleted uranium: no fun for anyone.
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The things I have to give thanks for, I give thanks for every day.
However, this Thanksgiving Day is just about the most thankless I’ve ever experienced. If you’re an American, there ain’t a hell of a lot to be thankful for. And that goes for the idiots in the confed–I mean the “red” [...]
Ennui and the Fallacy of Drugs
Ennui and the Fallacy of Drugs
I was sitting in the ar with my friend Eric one afternoon a few months ago. Eric’s a big drinker, and at 4:00 he was well on his way to being three sheets to the wind. I’m a big drinker too, but not as far as he goes. [...]
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A Story Without Much of a Moral
[Normally when writing a story like this, I change the names. In this case, the names are too good to change, so I'm leaving them as is.]
When I was living in Western Massachusetts, I was socially on the fringes. The uber-cool people like me well enough, but I [...]
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One of the last emails I got from Trolly McTroll asked me why, if I wasn’t interested in his comments, I was “airing [my] dirty laundry (moron).”
Well, the answer is two, maybe threefold.
One: just because the website is public doesn’t mean I care what you have to say. What makes you think you’re so [...]
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Well, it looks like I’ve had to do away with comments for awhile.
A very bored person, who I think is probably Jim Mathews mentioned in an earlier post, has showed up to troll me. And so, instead of dealing with his inane comments (especially when no one else comments here, does anyone read this [...]
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The People Paper Poetry
Was once a source of mirth for me.
Hidden in the back of your classified pages,
Your readers wrote poetry for the ages,
and yes some was bad and some was cruddy,
and some written by the utterly nutty,
but still: I miss it. It’s gone away,
And I think this reflects poorly on your paper today.
“The People [...]
