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Willzilla: July 2005
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I like to play around with writing and I thought this would be a good place to leave my little tales. Saturday, July 30, 2005. As a city engineer I spent the day supervising the dykes and levies that kept the river out of the city. The rain continued to pour, the snow pack continued to melt. Foot by foot the water rose, the smaller creeks and rivers began to flood. What do you find so amusing? Go away, I have work to do. I have plans to make, crews to direct, a city to save. You create your own disasters...
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Willzilla: August 2005
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I like to play around with writing and I thought this would be a good place to leave my little tales. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. They have built a new park in town. It’s pretty slick. Shiny bright plastic structures with slides, and ramps, and all sorts of cool things to crawl on and through and over. Everything is smooth, and soft, and rounded; there isn’t a sharp edge to be found. Once a driver was ticked off enough to pull over and chew us out. He didn't like the cool clanging sound dirt clods ma...
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Bookworm's Retreat: October 2005
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Excerpts from a bookstore. The jabberings of a bookstore assistant. Wednesday, October 19, 2005. I'm glad to say, however, that a significant portion of the work is already complete, and the new store will be opened soon, perhaps by the end of this week. More posts shall follow soon! Posted by bookworm at 07:24. Tuesday, October 11, 2005. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't bill this for you," I told him. He shifted his stare from the floor, to the counter top. "Why? Return with an adult, although not a pa...
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Bookworm's Retreat: August 2005
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Excerpts from a bookstore. The jabberings of a bookstore assistant. Sunday, August 28, 2005. If you read my. All that work was finally completed today, and we installed the snack bar, replete with its delectable delicacies. So now, other than Camus, Crichton and Chekhov, visitors to Bookworm's Retreat can also avail themselves of Chocolate Mousse and Cheesecake. "It's just a small change," Bill had said, but I'm not so sure about that. Posted by bookworm at 13:53. Tuesday, August 23, 2005. There's more t...
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Bookworm's Retreat: September 2005
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Excerpts from a bookstore. The jabberings of a bookstore assistant. Thursday, September 29, 2005. Yesterday, I was sitting at home, trying to rush through a huge backlog of work that had been accumulating for aeons. I was still only halfway through when Bill called. He wanted to know if I was free to discuss some plans and designs for the new store. Sure," I said, "I can head out by the time you close the Retreat.". It's 7 o'clock, I've already locked up," he told me. So does this mean you're too busy?
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Willzilla: December 2005
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I like to play around with writing and I thought this would be a good place to leave my little tales. Thursday, December 01, 2005. I’m anticipating eating too much. Drinking too much eggnog. And complaining about the weight I gain. And putting up the lights. And running four times to the store to buy spare bulbs. Cutting down a Christmas tree. And dragging needles through the house. And pulling out the old decorations (25% will be broken). And getting frustrated with traffic and crowds and prices.
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Willzilla: September 2005
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I like to play around with writing and I thought this would be a good place to leave my little tales. Wednesday, September 07, 2005. An attempt to connect theology and the concept of an ever-expanding universe with science fiction.). He was not cold. He was not hot. He was not comfortable or uncomfortable. In so very many ways, he was not anything at all. Which was appropriate for he was nowhere at all. Those gigantic cities were as remote as the caves. A quick life, a hot life, had nothing to do wit...
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Willzilla: January 2006
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I like to play around with writing and I thought this would be a good place to leave my little tales. Sunday, January 29, 2006. The nearest pylon towers over the shack, a great weathered grey-blue rock, following its companions toward the distant non-horizon. Strange lichen-covered markings have been chipped into its sides, but are smoothed by centuries of wind and rain. Had there been anyone else, companions in his quest for truth, who had tarried here? The stranger was silent, saddened. He thanked ...
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Admin Worm: September 2005
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Friday, September 30, 2005. No rhyme or reason to the following. Still fighting the ravages of a monster cold. Don’t get all mad at me for the meaningless thing, by the way. I’m joking. Lighten up. My cold made me think of the bird flu. Have you had about this bird flu thing? Please, please, please tell me we’ll be paying five dollars per gallon for gas. Of course, we’re all hearing that heating prices will be increasing two or even threefold this winter, which brings to mind the Boy Who Cried Wolf story...
