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Curlytop Poodles: July 2006
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Monday, July 24, 2006. And had to try it. I tried to do a photo that had little background in it and love the effect. I have wanted to do a series of larger photos on this effect for one of my rooms. This is also my 5oth post, WooHoo. Posted by Kim at 4:46 PM. Friday, July 21, 2006. So, we have a plateful to work on in the next couple weeks and will see how Chauncey does. Posted by Kim at 3:56 PM. Monday, July 17, 2006. Posted by Kim at 5:22 PM. Sunday, July 16, 2006. Short Tracks and Articles. We got al...
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The other side of Women's Day - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. About rugby and cooking. to being me. Maestro in the making. Almost) beaten into submission. Walking with the brakes on. R1000 off do...
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Making random connections - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. Whatever happened, happened. A word or two. A ghost in my machine. Not in the mood to play along. I want wings like that! We all pret...
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Football rehab... - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. A word or two. A ghost in my machine. Not in the mood to play along. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lil. A few years ...
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Overheard... - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. Almost) beaten into submission. Walking with the brakes on. Not quite Little Boy, but damn close. Whatever happened, happened. The mo...
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Walking with the brakes on - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. Not quite Little Boy, but damn close. Whatever happened, happened. A word or two. A ghost in my machine. Not in the mood to play along.
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Live by your mistakes - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. The world according to. The other side of Womens Day. About rugby and cooking. to being me. Maestro in the making. To some of the sil...
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Just another day at the office - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. Live by your mistakes. The world according to. The other side of Womens Day. About rugby and cooking. to being me. Why do you ask?
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Wrong number - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. The world according to. The other side of Womens Day. About rugby and cooking. to being me. Maestro in the making. U can’t be serious!
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Whatever happened, happened - Riding the Slipstream
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. A word or two. A ghost in my machine. Not in the mood to play along. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lil. Still- not t...
