Posted on December 28, 2002 in Morals & Ethics Myths & Mysticism
It makes a sweet story if you don’t think it through.
Posted on December 28, 2002 in Courage & Activism
I call upon all my readers to salute Canada Litter King as the genuine article and a true patriot
Posted on December 28, 2002 in Festivals Myths & Mysticism Pointers
It is a celebration of the life of any innocent who has died at the hands of tyrants, pursuing or merely suspected of pursuing, the cause of liberty and personal conscience
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Myths & Mysticism Pointers
Intelligence on this organization (New Tradition) from skeptics, pacifists, or others would be appreciated.
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Roach-B-Gone
All the classic symptoms of Southern Fried Political Correctness are there as a response to both my article and to some additional comments by another person who prefers accuracy to myth.
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Cats Grief Milestones
“Hmmm,” I thought as I balanced it in my hand. “You haven’t lost much weight after all they did to you.”
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Dreams
Everyone in the family is out of work. My mother is making me and everyone else (including at least one sister that I never had — maybe one of the miscarriages?) do stuff to find work. I am making resumes and writing query letters. Then she opens up a book store. It’s a plain affair. I suggest we start having writing groups and inviting authors over.
The dream crackles and sputters. I am an author and I am going to speak at a bookstore. They’re expecting me, but no one knows what I look like. I arrive early and have a coffee at the bar. Then I go out to watch some kind of miniature remote controlled air show. They launch a few model airplanes between the buildings. Then someone brings out a huge, dark green, full-sized, remote-controlled P-51 Mustang. I understand that they’ve used a special, explosive fuel. They launch it. I wait for the explosion, which I expect will be huge. I do my best, in fact, to make it so, but the plane only spews a little fire at the seams and falls apart without hurting anyone or causing damage to anything else.
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Anxiety
I want her back at a job so that I can resume my life as it was. I love her, but I need my routine again.
Posted on December 27, 2002 in Cats Grief
I do not believe that I live in a universe run by Descartes’ demon. Nor do I feel that God is punishing me.
Posted on December 26, 2002 in The InterNet
Certainly, no journalist that I know should be allowed to throw her or his paper at us and say that we’re useless because we don’t have it.
Posted on December 26, 2002 in Cats
Coming in the door, I caught myself. “Hi Handsome!” I almost called out.