March 2007

On average, I have one hiccup per day, which occurs in mid-afternoon. I know this, because the woman who sits next to me says, “Pass me the alcohol” every time I do it.

Ah, beautiful day. We should go out for a walk. Ray? Wanna go out for a walk? Yes! Let’s go! Out the door and down the block, and then I notice she’s got this huge hole in her pants. That she cut in her pants. With the scissors she supposedly couldn’t find. March march march

This is definitely a ramble… As usual, I have an ongoing project to try to improve my writing. More or less currently, I’m reading the Write Great Fiction series: Plot & Structure: (Techniques and Exercises for Crafting a Plot That Grips Readers From Start to finish), by James Scott Bell Write Great Fiction: Characters, Emotion

Something important to keep in mind as a parent (or any other kind of authority figger): nobody trusts the Wizard of Oz until after he admits he’s a humbug.

Hachez Cocoa d’Arriba, Strawberry & Pepper, 77% cocoa, “Suprerior Mild Dark Chocolate.” The other chocolate I had with pepper in it, I forget which brand, was somewhat of a joke. There were little bits of lemon rock candy in it, fer gosh sake, and I never did run across anything remotely peppery. On the other

BLTs with guacamole. Now, doesn’t that sound yummy?

Here’s the weather we didn’t have today: overcast (cast over, like a bucket of cold water onto a cat) a hand raised to the face, to shade the eyes from the wind a deep ache in the ears (this is a part of the weather) walking V8 a-kilter from leaning into the wind Instead, a

“We’re hourly until we reach eight hours. After that, we’re salaried.” –At work.

NOTICE Authorized Personnel Only

There’s a guy at work who drives a red-gold sports car, a two-seater, low to the ground, with brutal, yet sensually rounded (voluptuous) edges. I want to say it looked like a Mayan seductress. The sun-blinds in the window read, “Rocket Science is SEXY!”