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Month: December 2002

St. Antony’s Sister

Posted on December 28, 2002 in Morals & Ethics Myths & Mysticism

It makes a sweet story if you don’t think it through.

The Real Mr. Litter King

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

The Holy Innocents

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

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Commies, Kooks, or Savants?

Posted on December 27, 2002 in Myths & Mysticism Pointers

Intelligence on this organization (New Tradition) from skeptics, pacifists, or others would be appreciated.

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Neo-Confederate Doubletalk

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.

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Ambrose Comes Home

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.”

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Dream

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.

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The Other Sorrow

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.

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Aaaaaaaaaargh!

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.

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Overeducation?

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.

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Which SF Author are you?

Posted on December 26, 2002 in Quizzes

Samuel R. Delany

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Coming in the Door

Posted on December 26, 2002 in Cats

Coming in the door, I caught myself. “Hi Handsome!” I almost called out.

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