I’m the one who makes the hot dogs
Ah, I miss Opryland. I remember going there once clad in my finest white spandex shorts.
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Author: theogeo
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Unsettling
Here it is, the middle of April, and suddenly the radiator in my bedroom sounds like it’s being beaten by half a dozen sledgehammer-wielding little people who are pissed off that their jobs are being sent to Singapore. All so some heat can be pumped into my apartment. It’s spring, right? Just checking.
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Things of varying levels of randomosity
• I saw Run Fatboy Run* last night with Courtney. It was funny and oh so very corny — man, the symphony was swelling on the soundtrack — with its storyline about a sad sack dude who shirks his duty as a soon-to-be husband and father by leaving his pregnant bride at the altar, and then five years later decides to win her back by running a marathon. That’s a pretty idiotic premise, and I…
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Testes, testes, one, two … three?
Sorry for all the Crackberry shenanigans of late. I’m just trying to figure out a way to post photos from my phone that come across as the same width as other photos I post from my Flickr. All my phone pics are coming across — even on the highest quality setting — as quite smaller than the other pics. It’s a small quibble, I guess, but I’m INSANE, which means it bothers me. I can…
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Noooooooooooooo!
I knew it was coming. But, man, I held out an irrational hope that it wouldn’t actually happen. And like all irrational hopes, this one was dashed. Dashed!So, my downstairs neighbors are relocating to another unit in the building because they recently had a baby and it’s damned hard to survive with a newborn in a one-bedroom apartment. From what I understand of the parenting world, you need a spare room to occasionally lock yourself…
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Guess who’s a year old today
Freckleface and Gingerballs, that’s who. I tried a to put hats on them but it turned out as you might have predicted. Let’s see … in cat years, this makes me eighty. Here’s to many more years and many more pieces of furniture that will need re-upholstering.
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