Posted on December 31, 2002 in Memes
As far as I know, he’s not litter box trained like my cats are, so if you put him on your web page, please don’t blame me if you find yourself changing his diapers now and then.
Posted on December 31, 2002 in Cats
I knew that putting him down was the right thing under the circumstances. That decision was clear. I needed the break mostly for myself. Not to sooth my feelings, but to throw something in the face of God.
Posted on December 31, 2002 in Whines
To quote Ezra Pound: “What thou lovest best still remains/the rest is dross”. I’m confident that’s not a fact (Ambrose wasn’t dross), but perhaps there’s an attitude worth adopting.
Posted on December 30, 2002 in Writing Groups
As much as I hesitate to state anything in a postive, I enjoy the writing group. Tonight I was one of the two people with work on the table. I’ve been learning how to sort through criticism as a result of these meetings.
Posted on December 30, 2002 in Crosstalk
Everyone who disagrees, please raise your hand. OK. How many times have you been married or shacked up?
Posted on December 30, 2002 in Neighborhood
Nobody is saying “This is going to be your year, Joel. I can feel it” as they did last year.
Posted on December 29, 2002 in Festivals Humor?
The “poetry” which is hidden on the second page of this entry was written in (dis?)honor of Karen Zipdrive….
Posted on December 28, 2002 in Cats Grief
I see the spectre and yet I also see the man.
Posted on December 28, 2002 in Reflections
I think that I must kill the anthropologist.
Posted on December 28, 2002 in Attitudes Writing
It’s the madness of a saint wanting a desert all to himself