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Three to make me

In which I attempt to define myself by invoking three fictional characters.

Warning: one is female, and a non-human female at that; and one exists only because Elvis said so.

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Your 2016 State Questions

I can stand two of them, maybe. The other five, I want nothing to do with.

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That empty feeling

There is, I suppose, something to be said for knowing that I won’t leave some poor woman a widow; but I don’t think I’m the one to say it.

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Diamonds are forever

The fifty-year odyssey of a born-again baseball fan.

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Fewer options

Maybe it would be simpler if I just retired and got it over with. Or maybe it wouldn’t.

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What I’ve become

And if you think I ought to be ashamed of myself, I’ll probably agree with you.

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Done with it

What can you say to someone who’s already decided she wants to die? “Don’t do that” seems somehow inadequate.

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In lieu of actual life

You know how some people say “good as dead”? There are times when I think “dead” might actually be better, and this is one of them.

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Limbo lower now

In which I wonder how low I can go.

(Fundraiser continues.)

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Assuming there’s a future

And at the moment, that strikes me as a hell of a lot to assume.

The circumstances aren’t quite the same, but I know the sentiment.

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A vision of what was

Some people just look right no matter how horribly they may be dressed.

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Gloom, despair and agony

What can I say? I’ve had ’em. In fact, I’ve had ’em just assembling this piece.

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This is spinal tapping

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Private sedentary

In which I consider the possibility of spending the rest of my days in a seated position. Not that I want to or anything, you may be sure.

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As the sand flows

Funny thing about that hourglass: if someone inverted it before the sand ran out, you’d never really know, would you?

I mean, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t.

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Ruining the brand

A lot of names don’t mean what they used to mean. Like “Cadillac,” for instance. Or “Democrat” or “Republican.”

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Punchline to the world

Some people think of this state as a laughingstock. Others cry over its failings. Me, I figure what goes around eventually comes around.

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Stopping after none

I was one of five children, my mother one of seven. A friend has eight, with a ninth on the way. Surely there’s room for someone who doesn’t wish to have any.

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We are all roadkill

The Hour of Indecision presents: “There’s a dead squirrel on the curb!”

For comic relief:

Hope it works.

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The smallest possible victory

In the Battle of the Century, it’s Man vs. Bathroom Fixture!

Spoiler: See below.

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Vacant stairs

To some, an architectural specialty; to others, a symbol of opportunity; to me, an adversary of long standing.

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Early withdrawal

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It was twenty years ago today

The Bird, circa 1997I’m just as amazed as you are: this Web site was actually founded on 9 April 1996, and at the time, all of it would fit on a 3.5-inch floppy. (Okay, not a 720k 3.5-inch floppy, but let’s not get technical here.) I’m declaring an open thread for the day; however, I am not actually going to take the day off, because, well, I just don’t do that sort of thing. I never figured this place would last this long. Then again, I never really figured I would last this long, and we know how well that worked out.

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Adventures in commuting

A lot can happen in 10.7 miles, especially if you’re sleepy in the morning or weary in the afternoon, or, in my case, both of the above.

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Thine own self

This is the person to whom, Polonius said, we must be true. The tricky part is figuring out who that person really is.

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Same as it ever was

I may ask myself, “How do I work this thing without having to learn something new?” And, in fact, I do ask myself that on a regular basis.

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Magic dirt

Why are some places better to live than others? Maybe it’s something in the soil. Or maybe not.

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Marks to be made

Today I get to fill out a ballot, and this is what’s been going through my head while I contemplate the matter.

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Stand up straight

Believe me, I’d love to.

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Undeliverable as addressed

There are, to be sure, certain expectations one must meet on the feast of St Valentine. And as always, I have failed to do so.

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