The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.
Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
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Crying Fowl
This morning, at the end of this week's obligatory commute to the office, I turned in to the driveway and was accosted by the biggest ho...
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A new single off Trace Adkins' album Songs About Me goes, in part, like this: We don't care bout the drinkin' Barely listen to ...
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Bret 's comments about unlikely musical pairings reminded me of a CD I heard about from an old Fidonet acquaintance. It's called Wh...
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Tagged by Bret , I reveal all. As predicted, some answers are just as he posted them. I'm not going to make up something else just for...
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And yet you left mine alone. What did I do to either piss you off or get in your good graces?
So, I shall make a no-comment comment for your wordless post.
And still, you inspire comments. Short ones, but what the hey? Be safe down there in this funky weather!
I still love you...
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