Month: October 2007

The Ugly Baby

Inspired by Heather Anne, I too have decided to create my own children’s story. This is the much needed update to Hans Christian Anderson’s antiquated “Ugly Duckling” story. It was lovely summer weather in the city, and the skyscrapers, traffic lights, and creative expletives colored the beautiful day. At the center of the city stood…

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A Prime to Kill

A few weeks ago my friend invited me to a party in a part of town I didn’t know. Being a guy, I didn’t ask for directions and instead Google mapped it. I memorized the route and tried to remember the street address.Let’s pretend the address was 7793 St. Michael’s street. Not wanting to write…

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Ch-ch-ch-changes

Hmm.  Some time ago, I had a bad experience with my blog.  I was passed over for a promotion as a direct result of something I wrote and eventually fired from a job I rather cared about.  For history’s sake, I’ll say that the post was a short introduction to my job at the time…

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Bad times to show off your juggling ability

In bed On the toilet While handling electrical equipment While delivering a baby At the dentist During a psychiatric evaluation When there’s two seconds left on the clock While proposing Tuesdays To get out of a ticket While meeting your girlfriend’s father If you’re a plumber At a bank robbery When in doubt While pleading…

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Why why isn’t interesting

I recently did a post on mysteries. It wasn’t very in depth, really it was just me asking everybody what their favorite mystery was. I worried when I wrote the post that somebody was going to ask ‘the big question’ of ‘why are we here?’ And sure enough, someone did: why we exist, D-U-H….. xoxo…

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I think I know who I’m voting for now

Related posts: The Magic Ratio There is a direct and inverse squared ratio between the amount of awesome stuff one does and how many posts they put on their blog. Figure that one out.. .. Or don’t. Whatever. It works… Manifesto A spectre is haunting me — the spectre of myself as I ought to…

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