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Sunday Stories: June 2006
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Saturday, June 24, 2006. A system for socks. He woke up, wondering where his sock was. I’m looking for 14B. Have you seen 14B? No one answered. They may have still slept. Again, Roger asked, though more quietly now, Has no one seen 14B? 14B was a sock. Specifically (as indicated by the ‘B’) it was a right sock. Left socks were categorized as ‘A.’ (Roger did everything left to right.). Calling for 14B implied he had 14A he was missing the matching sock. His right foot was naked. The voice came from Stacey...
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Crazy Ass Planet: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. A different kind of Halloween fright. According to one news story I saw tonight, the biggest Halloween fright in Churchill, Manitoba is polar bears. It appears they like to stroll the streets of Churchill occasionally. The definitely enjoy dining at the Polar Bear Diner. So it's generally considered a poor idea to dress your children up as seals or bears. Just too inviting for the polar bear mulling over what to do with his or her evening. I got beer.". How to become an idiot.
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Sunday Stories: May 2006
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Sunday, May 21, 2006. I was not offended that JJ. Didn’t use my starter sentence. I said this aloud although there was no one in the room but the cat to hear my declaration. Well, that was not entirely true. A character was there, ill-defined though he or she was, but with a need to respond. So what was chosen? 3 2 1 I said. What the hell kind of starter sentence is that? 3 2 1 he muttered, his gender established. That’s not a sentence. It’s not even the beginning of one. In my. I had never liked James D...
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Sunday Stories: October 2005
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Sunday, October 30, 2005. It was just a bad feeling. I couldn’t coordinate my limbs. Stepping forward, I would weave right. Reaching out to the fence for balance, I clutched air and staggered in quick-step fashion till I came to an abrupt stop, arms outstretched, weaving like an unstable antenna. I tried to speak but my words slid, one into another, in an unintended stream of verbal sound. I was not as articulate as I had hoped. Someone else said:. Maybe you should sit down. We’ll have to hose him down.
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Sunday Stories: January 2006
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Sunday, January 29, 2006. After we went to bed. There was something a little bit quiet about Mary-Ellen and something a tad unusual about her face a look not commonly there. For a woman normally vibrant and carefree and brightly loquacious, she was strangely somber, perhaps even anxious. She simply sat at the table and stared at her coffee. She turned her eyes to me slowly and gave me the suggestion of a shrug. You’re not usually this quiet, I went on. Something must be up. Nothing, she murmured. At leas...
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Sunday Stories: November 2006
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Sunday, November 12, 2006. I haven't posted anything new for a very long time - life has been quite busy. In fact this post isn't really a post. It's just a way to get Blogger to show my updated profile, which should indicate that I've moved to the other end of the country. I no longer live in Alberta. My new digs are Fredericton, New Brunswick. And I'm loving it. Posted by Bill at 7:27 PM. Links to this post. Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. View my complete profile. The Burble - movie blog.
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Sunday Stories: April 2006
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Saturday, April 29, 2006. It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny’s missing eye. I was hoping for the pill or candy. If it was the eye Well, Mitzi the cat had it and was swatting it around the room as if it were a pinball and her paws were flippers. She scrambled after it through the living room and out and down the hall. What the hell’s that sound? Donny moaned. I can’t see damn anything. You’ve still got your other eye, I said. I’m distracted. You try having a hole in your face. It co...
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Crazy Ass Planet: July 2005
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005. Welcome to Toronto, please remove your genitals. What could be stupider than this? Toronto gives Miss Universe cold shoulder. Not that I'm a big fan of the beauty pageant thing, but really. Please remove head from bum. Posted by Bill at 2:53 PM. Links to this post. Saturday, July 16, 2005. Google Earth and the view from on high. The idea of Google Earth. Is kind of cool. The reality is a bit more sobering. It’s also a good reminder that we need to get some designers involved in fa...
