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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk.: June 2010
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk. The very finest in incoherent nonsense. Friday, June 11, 2010. Why is this thus? What is the reason for this thusness? Why do English muffins come out of the toaster so much hotter than other things? Like nuclear hot. Holy shit I don't have fingerprints anymore hot. Do they store extra heat in the nooks and/or crannies? That shit ain't right. Why is there an April Fool's Day but not, say, a July Smart People's Day? Moreso than usual I mean. Write your congressman about it.
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Postcards from The Smoking Gnu: June 2009
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Postcards from The Smoking Gnu. Occasional insane rantings from an opinionated asshole. Monday, June 1, 2009. Mrs Gnu is not feeling well this morning. So, being the loyal, loving husband I am, I decide to work from home. The office is 20 feet down the hall from the bedroom, same floor, no minefields, fences or Indiana Jones type of traps across the way. So, here I am, just hacking away at the morning's to-do list, when my cell phone rings. The Missus: "Hi Sweetie! Me: "Why are you calling me on my cell?
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk.: June 2011
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk. The very finest in incoherent nonsense. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. I like gypsy moths and radio talk. I am so utterly sick of hopping back and forth between furious anger to the point that my hands itch to hurt someone and desperate sadness that makes me wish I'd just go to sleep and never wake up again. I never thought I'd say it but I almost miss being medicated up to my fucking eyeballs. Labels: blah blah blah. This is why no one likes me isnt it? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk.: February 2010
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk. The very finest in incoherent nonsense. Friday, February 12, 2010. Last year was a slow year for me for movies. Saw only 119 (it's hard to get out to the movies when you're a shiftless layabout) so there will be some gaps here. Netflix will help me catch up soon enough. Anyway, on to it and obviously worded to avoid spoilers, which I hate. The best movie that came out last year was The Hurt Locker. Next is District 9. I'll admit to a bias for Sam Rockwell but Moon. Got to me&#...
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Postcards from The Smoking Gnu: September 2009
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Postcards from The Smoking Gnu. Occasional insane rantings from an opinionated asshole. Thursday, September 10, 2009. Do They Have to Grow Up So Fast? Get thee to a. Nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs. Marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough. What monsters you make of them. Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. Saturday, The Skating Gnu had her first date. Let me repeat that in case you missed it:. Her First. Date. When the hell did she get old enough to go out on dates? And I feel fine. I've had...
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk.: I like gypsy moths and radio talk...
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk. The very finest in incoherent nonsense. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. I like gypsy moths and radio talk. I am so utterly sick of hopping back and forth between furious anger to the point that my hands itch to hurt someone and desperate sadness that makes me wish I'd just go to sleep and never wake up again. I never thought I'd say it but I almost miss being medicated up to my fucking eyeballs. Labels: blah blah blah. This is why no one likes me isnt it? June 9, 2011 at 4:59 PM.
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk.: Memory is a silly bitch
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Stuff, Things n' Some Junk. The very finest in incoherent nonsense. Monday, November 22, 2010. Memory is a silly bitch. Which was, let's see, oh that's right, ALMOST TWO WEEKS AGO. Luckily my boss is pretty cool and thinks I'm awesome so he shoves me out the door to go do it in the middle of the work day. Have I mentioned I hate the MVA? The ratio of creepy people to normal people seems to be quite pronounced there. Anyway, I get it sorted out, pay my money and rocket back to work. Memory is a silly bitch.
