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Yes, a hobo. I've always aspired to be a hobo. Even now, after twenty years of serving the Humanities Department as Professor Emeritus of Psychological and Psycic Abominations at Pacific Tech, Malibu, I have never lost my desire to ride the rails and pitch for coin. Sadly, when retirement dawned, that opportunity nearly dissolved on... Continue Reading →
Was today typical? Which day? Or which moment of any day can be considered typical? If you live your life consumed by the present, then your presence is consumed in the now. Consider that 'within the now' no time exists! No time to spend, no time to waste, no time at all! Without the burden... Continue Reading →
> Is the end near? The end of the world, is it near? Who cares? As long as we don't notice it, and that it's swift and painless, who cares? These things happen, and I don't think that anyone on WordPress will have any effect on that inevitability. There may be some time before the... Continue Reading →
(FROM Popeye- Return to Sweet Haven Village- THE FIRST GOON WAR The war was a draw. The few surviving goons retreated, limping across the xxx sea. Their losses were horrendous. Thousands of Goon corpses took weeks to sink below the calm blood stained sea. What remained of the invasion force, The Sea Witch and her... Continue Reading →
Forever the new thirty They say that Forty is the new 30, and that Fifty is the new 40. I hope they cease this nonsense and declare Sixty the new 90, because that's how many actually feel. At some point, truth must become the new denial. Do we forever cling to a false youth by... Continue Reading →
(obligatory photo security photo (1/251) My apologies! The cleaning party scheduled at our house tomorrow has been postponed indefinitely. My father-in-law has taken a slight turn for the worse. Not terribly worse, but worse enough for my wife to delay her return home for a bit longer. Also, while in Jaipur, she's had an opportunity... Continue Reading →
NOTE: I had thirty minutes to write the second half of this post and decided to do so, start to end, without looking back more than a sentence or two. Grammarly was left off, no prompt boxes to dismiss en route to the finish (you can tell because the are no annoying hyphens stuck all... Continue Reading →
Many, if not most couples don't understand their mate. Originally I was going to say their wife, but then realized that would be unfair. To be politically correct about it I should have said I know that sounds harsh, and I had tried to find the modern correct way to "identify" the proper terms to... Continue Reading →
This list would be too long, so I'll keep it short: always being the one to replace the near empty toilet paper roll. Checking out friend requests from scantily clad women. Cleaning the litterbox, and spending too much trying to develop a "website" that likely won't become more than a fancy LinkedIn, or a place... Continue Reading →
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
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