Author: theogeo
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Bozo the Clown
Like most normal people, I don’t care too much for clowns. Thanks, Pennywise. Seriously, though, my thing with clowns goes way back. I remember being a really small kid and having this Bozo the Clown doll that had a drawstring you could pull and he’d laugh maniacally, like something out of a nightmare. He was soft and squeezable everywhere except his head, which was made of hard plastic. Hundreds of curly red hairs sprouted from…
I'm posting about my damn cats again it's true — I'm crazy
Uh, yeah, me neither
Do you ever wonder if your cats are reincarnated versions of your dead relatives?
randomosity
Another reason not to blog while drunk
On the drive back to Memphis yesterday, I cooked up the beginnings of what could have been a lovely post about the nature of clouds and religion. Yep. And then last night I got drunk and started talking ’bout clouds, using aborted bits of ideas from the drive home, and I ended up stumbling around and messing everything up. Like a klutz in a flowerbed. So, here’s a photo instead.
randomosity
‘Nearest ban on allcaps’ ?!?
Dear world: Even I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about half the time. I was clearly intoxicated last night by not just the bottle of pink bubbly I bought, but the new computer I’ve got. Behold! This purty thing will make anyone speak gibberish.
drunkblogging randomosity the family
City blood
“Want some of this?!” I yell to my brother over the shaky din of the front-end loader as he hauls his Dickey-clad lower half toward a location on the family farm that will make him some money. I shake a bright orange can of mosquito repellent at him. He looks at me like I’m some sort of communist. “NO!” he shouts at me, shaking his head. It’s like I’ve suggested that he take out twenty…
comedy the family
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Me: Man, I wish Savannah had some actual real, decent restaurants. Oldest nephew, completely sincerely: You mean like Arby’s?
I refuse to get old my special stupidity
‘Lame’ is my middle name
I just turned down an invitation to a social gathering because, ahem, “I’m already in my PJs.” Sweet Jesus. I am eighty years old.
randomosity
Homage or ripoff?
I’m finally starting to tuck in to Jeanette Winterson’s newest novel, The Stone Gods. I don’t want to say too much about it yet because I’m just a couple dozen pages in, but a passage struck me last night with such force that I have to write it down here so I can mull it over and pose the question in the title to the universe. Winterson writes: Step into that water and you remember…
the internet is fun
Sometimes vanity Googling is good for the ol’ self-esteem
When it turns up stuff like this. I encourage everyone to buy one or two or twelve.
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