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Snippet: Towns, Faces, Voices So they packed their dirty laundry in garbage bags, threw everyting else in the back seats of their cars, and drove home to their folks’ for the summer, he on his side of the state, she on hers. The next semester, every time he saw her, he told her he blamed […]

Reviews.Tom Strong, American Gods. Tom Strong, by Allen Moore, etc. Maybe I haven’t read enough comic books. Then again, Lee read this after I did and agreed with me, and he’s read some serious comic books, from what I understand. I don’t get what Allen Moore is trying to do here. I understand the grosser

Vehicular Annoyance. Surprise, surprise. It is the alternator. Crap.

Babble-Ray! Guess what? No, she’s not walking yet. But thanks for asking. No, all she’s doing is trying to repeat the sounds we make. Not a big deal. Or anything. Like the time yesterday she pulled the cat’s tail, and I explained to her that hurting the Kitty was a sad thing. “Thee!” she said.

Father’s Day. All hail to the good ones, you know, by blood or by fire baptised into the guild. For Lee, whose father means a lot to him in some strange ways. Like the time Mary gave Vern twenty bucks to get the kids’ hair cut. Vern’s buddy gave the kids buzz cuts for free

The Friday Nite Game. Whew. I’m not the hostess type, but this was a lot of fun. We had absolutely 0 annoying guests, 0 blowouts, 0 injuries (not even the cat). I didn’t get to play 100% of the time, but when I got to, I had fun. Characters: The Tinfoil Avenger/Black Iron — Phillip

Ray Bebe. It’s confirmed. She can clap her hands now. And last night, she played with my hair–and didn’t pull it all the time.

Company cometh. Roland, Sharon, and Philip are in town, over at Matt & Stacy’s. They’ll be over here at 1 p.m. or thereabouts. Joe gets off work at five or five 1/2 and will be here afterwards. I haven’t heard whether Doyce is going to be here for sure or not. Lee spent the night

Conflict. Hm. I shouldn’t be writing about this: that’s my instinctual response. There are some secrets too deep to be told. As a writer, I mean. Because they’re almost like…cheating. The deep secret of the day is conflict. I don’t know how many people are actually reading the Mrs. Kurtz fits, snorts, and sniggers, and

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, snort the ninth. The Bethany Gobbledy-dook voice said “Hold please,” and the phone clicked. Once again, the hold button had been missed entirely. “You —–,” the Bethany voice hissed. (Mrs. Kutz held her breath. If only she could hear better!) “What did I tell you?” “The customer is always…right?” Scott’s voice