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San Onofre 3

Posted on June 18, 2003 in Photos

Your Catfood or Your Life!

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Cats Humor?

deadcat_012503.jpg

Thanks to John Lettiere.

Looks like one of those pictures in Goya’s “Horrors of War” series, except that the kitten is much cuter.

Meeting Lynn

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Book of Days

I prefer not to think about the what-ifs. There’s a big soot cloud that never developed in my life. Why worry about what didn’t happen when the outcome was so good?

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Suffer the French Children, Come Unto Me

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Francophobia

I’d like to know which American families backed out of the exchange and treat them to a little “unpleasantness” — before some Right Wingnut puts words in my mouth, I am thinking of plain old good Pennsylvania Dutch shunning.

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Color Quiz

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Quizzes

Hmmmm. I’m the king of chaos. Order?

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I Have Never Walked Down this Street Before

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Blogging

The results I get for my Blogstreet neighborhood vary depending on which of my two possible URLs I punch in. Radically.

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Nature Boy?

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Quizzes


what decade does your personality live in?

quiz brought to you by lady interference, ltd

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San Onofre 2

Posted on June 17, 2003 in Biomes Fact-Dropping Photos

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The East Coast of Crete

Posted on June 16, 2003 in Biomes Book of Days College Travels - Past

We went because there was a Minoan palace, one of the grand stone halls they built when they dreaded pirates who were hung like bulls splashing in from the sea and raping their bare-breasted queens.

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San Onofre 1

Posted on June 16, 2003 in Biomes Hikes and Trails Photos

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Haze

Posted on June 15, 2003 in Book of Days Weather

A light haze blindfolded vista seekers today.

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Dream

Posted on June 15, 2003 in Dreams

A variation on a dream that I keep having.

I’m in school and I’m flunking out because I haven’t been attending classes. My mother and I are arguing about something. She says that in a few weeks I will be graduating but what will I do then? I think about all the courses that I am flunking because I don’t want to sit through the day listening to them. I hop the fence into a chaparral congested field to get away when the classes turn boring.

The registrar appears next to me with the list of courses that I am failing. I, a grown man, turn to her and say “Enough! I graduated from high school more than 25 years ago. You cannot make me do this again.”

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