Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress

draws

Is there an epidemic of public pantslessness? Trousers down and tackle out in Alabama I can understand. It is Alabama after all, people should have a right to be themselves in their own homeland. Today, however, I saw an anthropomorphic … Continue reading

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Thirteen

I’m off to spill salt, smash a mirror and walk under a ladder. There’s no hope, no hope at all, when a black cat crosses your path on Friday the 13th. I wonder – if I’d hit ’em with my … Continue reading

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Discombobulation

I am a negative, cynical, curmudgeonly bastard. I blame it on NPR. Normally I am woken to the grating voice of one or another Stalin-nostalgist declaiming our utter hopelessness of purpose in this, that, or the other war/initiative/three-legged sack race. … Continue reading

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Birthday

It’s a beautiful, sunny day. Hot as the Devil in a sauna but gorgeous nonetheless. My Mom would have been 62 years old today. What a drag. Happily, this is a day that offers many comforts. For instance, my maternal … Continue reading

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1001!

Whee! I passed 1000 posts! It’s four days shy of five years and four months since this site’s birthday. Since I don’t do much posting on weekends I calculate roughly 1380 opportunities in that time for the internet to stroke … Continue reading

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