Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress

It ain’t pretty . . . but I’ll take it.

It could be worse: Hey, if it’s all we can get I’ll take a Wild Card spot. Even if it means facing the mighty Cardinals in the first round of the playoffs. Hell, the Red Sox made them look like … Continue reading

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Back to the Beyond

OK, I just checked the news so I feel pretty confident the Shuttle made it into orbit. Given the track record of Shuttle flights that means no worries for something over a week. It seems sometimes as if our generation … Continue reading

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Mugged by Reality

I’m lazy, and I haven’t the inclination to fill pages and pages with all the bollocks I haven’t mentioned lately. It has been an extraordinarily rough year replete with peaks of unparalleled delight and valleys of suicidal gloom. At least … Continue reading

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. . . ye who enter here

Losing all hope was freedom. — The Narrator, Fight Club I try to live a life without regrets. Regret always seemed pointless. If you’ve screwed up – particularly if you’ve hurt someone – you apologize. Don’t regret your actions. All … Continue reading

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Something must be rotten in Denmark

. . . when Bampf has lots more to say than I do. I am a bit disheartened that nobody asked if I was still alive. So much for faking my death to see who shows up at the funeral … Continue reading

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