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Hm… So far, there have been two door-to-door kids selling things. No Mormons. Those cowards! Come to our door and get politely turned away just like everyone else! Speaking of cowards, using school-age kids as fundraisers is inhumane. Ends, means. Means, ends. What a beautiful friendship.

Our cat has moved in. He sniffs, he circles, I just know he’s going to be pooping somewhere. He was a good kitty on the ride over, a bit freaked out, but there you go.

Closure. Damn it. I can’t find that study about the different ways men and women deal with breakups. If you happen to know, pass it on, eh? The results, as I remember them, were that men rate breakups differently depending on who they did the leaving, and women found both kinds of breakups equally painful.

Note: The thing about the priests doesn’t have to be real.

On the subject of snippits. I’m going to try to write more snippets again and stop worrying about the limitations I have when submitting them. Screw it. I was having too much fun with them to sell my soul over it. Unfortunately, I’ve been sitting here for the last half-hour with a dozen ideas in

Recent Events. We’re moving. Doyce was in town, and graciously helped us move books. Booooks. Booooooks. The shelves we have are already full, and God help me, I think there’s a used book store across the street. The house is big, an interesting backyard (terraced, begging for sod but going to get something more…interesting), needs

Doyce. Doyce posts at his website today that it’s time to start submitting his writing. All sorts of cliches apply. Putting your money where your mouth is. Separating the men from the boys. That thing about the eagles and the turkeys. Bake at 375 degrees fahrenheit for 10-12 minutes, or until golden brown. Here’s to

Gone, gone, gone. My brothers went back to South Dakota on Sunday. We went to the Will Rogers Shrine to the Sun while they were here. Interesting. Very veritical. Very much way up the mountain. The shrine is fronted by a pair of white marble Chinese temple dogs, each about four feet high, on granite

WTF? I just figured out something today. The old apartment complex manager was fired recently for embezzling, right? Well, yesterday the new apartment manager (who goes by the nom de guerre “Bunny”) dropped off a friendly little packet of papers, one from a single stack of papers that she carried and left at every single

Published! Word came in today that I’m going to be published in the September issue of Toasted Cheese. I will, of course, remind y’all on THE DAY. The story is the flash fiction piece, “Games.” The other good news is that my brothers are in town. Ray took one look at the older (and now,