Posts Tagged ‘memories’
It’s Monday, and normally Mondays have been (accidentally or on purpose? you decide!) devoted toward writing-related chatter for quite a while now. Further, I have a post cooking that talks about something John Hornor asked about, which is: structure.
Except, last night a big crazy imperfect thing happened in this country.
Health Care Reform — stuck with [...]
You might as well just erase this weekend from the record books. Got a calendar? Put a streak of black paint across the last two days with a pair of fingers.
Hey! You probably noticed: no blog post this morning.
One primary reason for that: no Internet access here at Der Wendighaus. The storm goblins came and [...]
Catholics, from a “personal space” perspective, haven’t ever really bugged me. We have a number of Catholics in our family, as well as a handful of Baptists. All relatively pleasant people. The Catholics, though, are fairly quiet about what they are and what they do. I don’t mean to suggest that they’re hiding it; [...]
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Earlier, I’d heard rumblings from Rob Donoghue that he was putting into motion something known as “Operation: Wendig.” I assumed he forgot the ‘o’ on the end of it, and he was going to enter a deep freeze, transform into a carnivorous winter beast, and eat the hearts of those who oppose his tribe.
Turns out, [...]
I got out of the shower. I toweled off. I admired my perfectly sculpted body (if by “sculpted” you mean “sculpted to look like a slightly lumpy tree, or hill”) in the mirror. I kissed my guns. Literally. I pulled two .45s out of the medicine cabinet, and I made out with them.
Okay, that part [...]
