Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress

Saints Preserve Us

If Wednesday and Thursday are this bad – what will Friday the 13th be like? I shudder to think.

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Erudition has flown the coop

I am reminded of my situation while reading one of my favorite all-time comics: “I want eight-thousand words. Eight-thousand printable words. Not like the time the Beast got elected and you wrote f**k eight-thousand times.” I may be apathetic and … Continue reading

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How much do I suck!

God dammit! I knew there was something else I wanted to do yesterday. OK, so, 27 years and one day ago the Good Lord gave me a baby brother. Since I’m not a very nice person and he’s a bit … Continue reading

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Personal Upgrades

I got new spectacles the other week. I’ve been told they don’t change me, they just enhance me. I like the idea but I’m just not so sure of the enhancement. I’ve mentioned before that I thought I looked like … Continue reading

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You may all go to hell . . .

and I will go to Opening Day! In 139 hours, barring utter catastrophe – weather related or otherwise – I’ll be sitting somewhere out in left field watching the only sport truly worth the effort. Of course, that does not … Continue reading

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