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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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Tweetier than thou

It began here:

Seventy thousand tweets later, where it stands.

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The wrong angle

An unfortunate incident on a Friday in the dead of winter.

(Yes, Friday. No, it’s not about whatshername.)

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Connections unimagined

How is it I know all these people I don’t really know? I barely know the people I know, if you know what I mean.

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The alarmist

It is of course inevitable that something will eventually kill me; this is the fate of all of us, and God knows there’s no reason I ought to be spared. But I have this unfortunate tendency to see my eventual demise as, well, imminent. And it’s not. (I think.)

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Poorlio

No, not a rapper who’s fallen on hard times. Oddly enough, it’s a word we’re most likely to understand by contemplating its polar opposite.

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Fore and aft

It is de rigueur to sum up the previous year, and speculate on the new one, on this first day of January. I trust you won’t mind if I fail to comply with this cultural imperative except in the most superficial sense.

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Take one tablet

One week and one day with one low-end tablet. How does it work? Pretty well, actually, but it’s not exactly the answer to anyone’s prayers.

Okay, maybe the prayers of Jeff Bezos.

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Operation TS

In which I contemplate two young adult females, both of whom are presumably forever out of my reach. Does this bother me? Maybe, maybe not.

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