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Word: August 2006
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Thursday, August 31, 2006. I'm sure you didn't come here to hear me scold you, or really even for the beer, probably. No, the fact that you're here and still sober, coupled with what you said about having had a cheeseburger earlier, tells me you're on a case and you need help.". And Steed, or at least was until three days ago when he failed to return home. He had been acting somewhat erratically. Was cheating...
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Word: Pretty: Latent
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. Since arriving here, David had started speaking to himself, the walls, his bed. "I thought I'd be important here", he said. "They told me I was special, that I had a gift that could be trained. But all they do is make me stare at nonsense words on a page all day. Where are my prizes? Where is the reward and prestige that should be my due? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Word: Pretty: Hangover
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Tuesday, March 04, 2008. Jack walked in a cold, dark place. Broad flagstones made a path that stretched before him. He looked back and saw more of the same. He knew, somehow, that there were walls not too far on either side of him, but he could not see them. His vision faded into inky blackness after a mere three meters. Okay, it's cold. That's normal. Dark, not so strange either.". Wait, where was he? So, th...
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Word: Pretty: Pies
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Monday, April 07, 2008. The Doctor looked perplexed. "No dreams at all, Leah? Why don't we switch it around then, Doctor? You tell me about your dreams, and I'll listen instead? Subject shows interest in the thoughts of another person. This, too, was rare, and noted. You know, I don't dream much. Last night, I think I dreamed about my grandmother. Let me see if I can remember what happened.". Interesting....
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Word: Pretty: Insulated
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Wednesday, January 17, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in? Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? I don't really like pants all that much. View my complete profile. Neighbors on the Interweb.
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Word: April 2008
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Monday, April 07, 2008. The Doctor looked perplexed. "No dreams at all, Leah? Why don't we switch it around then, Doctor? You tell me about your dreams, and I'll listen instead? Subject shows interest in the thoughts of another person. This, too, was rare, and noted. You know, I don't dream much. Last night, I think I dreamed about my grandmother. Let me see if I can remember what happened.". While this used ...
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Word: Pretty: Enclosure
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Thursday, February 28, 2008. Leah knew something was wrong. She was missing something, something fundamental. There she was, in her room. She could see her bed, she could see her walls, with the tile inlay that she loved to stare at. But there was something wrong, something not there that should be. Empty inside. That was it. She was empty inside. She wondered what she'd tell the doctor this time. So, there's...
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Word: Metapost: Delays
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. Sorry about the delays, folks. I had a combination of writer's block, laziness, and lack of time. Back on track again, and should be back in the 2-per-week schedule that I'd like to be in. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in?
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Word: January 2007
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me. Wednesday, January 17, 2007. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. Sorry about the delays, folks. I had a combination of writer's block, laziness, and lack of time. Back on track again, and should be back in the 2-per-week schedule that I'd like to be in. Where is the reward and prestige that should be my due? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? So, there's a thread of entrie...
