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Monthly Archives: July 2019
‘Effin Earworms
… and now for my 15 minute not fiction story of the day. No pop music drives me crazy like the old pop music found on oldies radio stations. I rarely listen to the radio because of it, but my … Continue reading
In passing conversaion
Someone said this today. “Somehow we young poets of the 60’s got the idea that despair was the truest sign of intelligence and sensitivity. Now I look around at young people and see a greater interest in comedy and satire, … Continue reading
Not so handy
I havent ever started yet, and already it has been a wacky day at the Robot Farm ( where we farm for robots and not where robots farm). All this happened yesterday, we are just doing cleanup today. Guy builds … Continue reading
Ode to a urinal spider.
Today at the Robot Farm (where we farm for robots and not where robots farm) the 15 minute fiction moment turns to Poerty. No spellcheck, it is actually poerty, not poetry. The distinction being obvious. It is so close, and … Continue reading
tardiness excused
A co-minion texted this morning to explain their tardiness. “Killing snake, be there soon.” Ah, so that’s what the kids are calling it these days.
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Truth be told…
I have a conspiracy theory about conspiracy theorists. Well, ok, its not mine. “No Human being is constituted to know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even the best of men must be content with fragments … Continue reading
Eyes on the prize
Today’s 15 minutes of fiction is not fiction at all, but history. Uh… Ok, lets call it mutually agreed upon factual fiction. Although, I think I can come up with an orgy of supporting data… I digress. Driving into work … Continue reading
I have weird dreams.
This is the Nike commercial from my dream last night. “Have you ever noticed how the clouds make shapes?” “Get up Tom,” Sara said. “I can’t, gravity has me deep in it’s relentless embrace. Damn you Darwin for inventing it.” … Continue reading
Happy Bee Day Sea Store
July the 10th is not only the birthday of my sister, it is the birthday of the city of Dublin, founded in 988. Consequently, there is a lot more to say about Dublin than my sister. The comparative wiki page … Continue reading
Staring off into space…
I have lost myself. Perhaps I left me on a shelf. While shopping for stuff and things. Or flow away on gossamer wings. When carelessly left outside. Lying on the ground, arms wide. A storm’s winds blew me away. To … Continue reading