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Ignoring the Lyrics: Commuting
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It's 4 pm and conditions are finally right for you to ride home the bike you brought and parked at work last week. The rain stopped three days ago, but there is enough cloud cover to ensure you are not blinded by the sun on the way home. Maybe it's not work you hate. Maybe it's the commute. The perils of public transit. 23 July, 2010 23:54. The first ride is always the hardest man, keep going though. Youll get the muscles and itll get easier every time. I went from not having biked on a road in 6...Confe...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Work Hazards
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I work in a quiet place. Not only that, but I work in the back of a quiet place. This means that I don't usually have to face the gnawing jeers of Joe Q. Public, and after having worked in retail for approximately nine years, I am pleased as punch about this. One evening, as most of the carts were already filled with incoming books- crisis! Said the voice in my head, but I ignored it, knowing I had a responsibility. That's when I was hit with a full-frontal assault. Are those books on there? WHY DON'T YO...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: On Compensation
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I was walking along this evening, chatting with my fellow on my telephone, when a particularly obnoxious motorcycle drove by. I hate motorcycles. They are too loud. They drown out my telephone conversations. When they drive by, people think I've lost my ability to speak but really I've just stopped so that I can wait for the nuisance to pass so that I can hear and talk and think again. So tonight, I yelled "Yes, you stupid bastard, we all know your penis is huge! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Lost my cat today.
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Lost my cat today. Lost my mind when I thought. I lost my cat today. When was the last time I had seen her? Did I lock her in the porch? Did she get stuck in the fridge this morning? Did I trap her in the freezer? Was she in the furnace room which hadn't been opened in three days? Did she sneak out the open door when I left to go to work? I called my brother, in tears. I can't find Hazel! I can't find Hazel! Uh, I'll go look downstairs," he said. The cat had gotten herself caught in the handles of the ti...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Things That I Hate: Part 6 of a 562 Part Series
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Things That I Hate: Part 6 of a 562 Part Series. When people refer to it as "St Bucks". When the motorcycles come out after winter goes away. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Endorse These Blogs and or Websites. Owlturdcomix: That was rad. :( image / twitter / facebook /. The New PostSecret Book. Confessions of a Narcissist. Hyperbole and a Half. Read These First (They're Mostly Good). Blogging the Old-Fashioned Way. But I Assume Everything Is. I Am Packing for Halifax. It's Almost an Art, Really.
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Your Glass is Clearly Half Empty
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Your Glass is Clearly Half Empty. So, it's February second, and the Universe has created the perfect storm of events that makes for a day that those in the euphemistic set like to call "less-than-ideal":. The host you like is on next. February is essentially the Monday of the Months (Yes, this makes January Sunday, and it also makes December Saturday. I haven't assigned days to the rest of the months, but July and August are probably Wednesday, 'cause I effin' hate Wednesday). However, your weekend was r...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Political Studies: Deep Thoughts and Unanswered Questions
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Political Studies: Deep Thoughts and Unanswered Questions. I should probably pick up that ticket I ordered today. I'll need to show them my credit card. I don't like my new credit card. It's so boring. My old credit card was much prettier. Too bad I was mugged. You know who has a really cool-looking credit card? It probably said Batman. That would mean his bank statements would say Batman. I wonder where Batman gets his mail? I should probably listen to the professor now. The New PostSecret Book. A Brief...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Not Even For a Million Dollars (And a Full Benefits Package)
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Not Even For a Million Dollars (And a Full Benefits Package). One wonderful Sunday not too long ago, I was enjoying a glorious midday nap. The sun was streaming through the window and the birds were chirping cheerfully and then my cellular telephone started ringing. I hopped out of the couch (NOTE: fell out of the couch) and answered the phone, doing my best to sound like I had not been sleeping the deep and peaceful slumber of the chronically unemployed two seconds before. I, uh Sorry, who's calling?
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Ignoring the Lyrics: My Irrational Fear
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But I really hate spiders, and here is why:. 1 Having more than six legs (at the very most) is just unnatural. Yes it is. Yes it is. Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is. 2 They defy logic. I mean, how did that spider get into the closed Christmas tin? It doesn't make sense! 3 When they die, they curl up. People don't curl up when they die. It's a good thing, too, or I'd never go to a funeral, or watch TV for that matter. 4 Webs are gross. Have you ever walked into one? This is my bathroom! The Quest for CanR...
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Ignoring the Lyrics: Goodbye, Puppy
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Allie was a wanderer, and we'd have to keep her tied up in our yard. One Sunday morning when I was 11 or so, she got loose and I chased her downtown. I was barefoot and in my Hunchback of Notre Dame pyjamas. Allie stopped when she found a person in front of the town's hotel. I carried her all the way home. When she came inside, and when she responded correctly, she would get a treat. Allie was a goofy dog. And then I'll be useless for half an hour. She was a very good dog. The New PostSecret Book. Bloggi...
