Year: 2013
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: bursting with thanks or something :
You’ll have to bear with me here, I’m dopey from tryptophan. Dopey and sleepy and deeply regretting my choice of pants. They fit so nicely when I put them on this morning, now they’re a tool of the devil. I can’t breathe, I can’t bend, I’m as bloated as a parade balloon. Stand back, ladies…
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: disasters, natural and otherwise :
As a rule, my life is such a yawn I have trouble finding stuff to write about. I’ve settled for socks, dial tones, just about anything. Today was unusual, I had a variety: our recent F4 tornado and the National Book Awards and the ramifications of– da-da-da-dum — a bad omen. Decisions, decisions, right? How…
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: cat got your tongue? :
This is a quiet little blog. No bells or whistles, no flash, no glitter. I just putter along in my sleepy corner of WordPress, happy to be here. Wait, back up. This was a sleepy little blog, past tense. Publikworks has been, are you ready for this?, Freshly Pressed. You’re amazed, aren’t you? I was,…
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: an armed standoff :
Police by the dozen, maybe even the FBI, are right outside my livingroom window. Right this minute. I’m not kidding, there’s an armed standoff underway. A SWAT team, guns drawn, stands at the ready. And I have a ringside seat. Sort of. There’s a building standing in the way, dammit, between me and them. I…
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: half-baked VI :
Hello and welcome to another edition of half-baked, the half-assed post, on this second day of standard time. I won’t complain about the extra hour of sleep, but I’m sure gonna bitch about the early darkness. Who came up with this harebrained scheme, anyway? The Marquis de Sade? Dracula? Mean girls? Who? I want names.…
the whirly girl 