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As my first summer vacation from college approached at the end of my freshman year - lo, those many years ago - my parents each attemtped to impart a bit of wisdom of the elders to me. Hard labor during college summers, they advised, makes one appreciate the sheepskin much more. This nugget, of course, I promptly took under advisement and instead moved to Ocean City, Maryland, where I surfed

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Per request of a friend, this is the prologue to the first draft of my current writing project. Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. Matthew 10:16 The moment John Barker Haden died, every wolf on the face of the Earth lifted its muzzle toward the heavens and howled. It's said that when each of the

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One of the many benefits of being a chronic insomniac is that I have, through the years, been fortunate enough to witness the manner by which numerous living things on this planet create more of their own. For this, I owe a great deal of thanks to the 1:00 - 4:00 a.m. documentary programming schedules on the Discovery Channel, the National Geographic Channel, the Playboy Channel, Animal Planet,

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Click Image To Enlarge The breeder said he couldn't be taught. He was incorrigible, stubborn, and stupid, so I got a steal of a deal on him. I thought he might at least make a good house dog if he couldn't be taught to hunt, so I bought him. I worked with him, got him used to the sudden shock of gunfire, and spent weeks trying to get him to listen to commands in the field. Try as I might,

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Whenever I see someone with a gold ring protruding from a pierced bellybutton, it reminds me of a character from a Thomas Pynchon novel who, born without a navel but with a golden screw in its place, lived with it for years, until one day, in a fit of curiosity and possessing a screwdriver, he unscrewed the thing. When he did, his ass fell off.

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O_o

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Pablo Picasso once said, "Every act of creation is first an act of destruction." I wonder, sometimes, whether there is some design behind the fact that God created light on the first day and waited until the third to create trees upon which to shine it. I have a hunch, nevertheless, that God's act of creation was carried out in autumn - just in time for Earth to die - so He could paint

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My new favorite song:

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A year is a warm fuzzy measurement of time for us. We measure our age in years. We celebrate birthdays and anniversaries on the same day each year. When the number of years which have lapsed since we were deemed fully educated by some school somewhere are evenly divisible by five or ten, we get back together with the people who received their diplomas at the same time and make snide remarks

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I hate it when I play inadvertent practical jokes on myself. The perils of an aging memory makes it happen more and more often. I have a small magnetic whiteboard on my refrigerator. I use it for my To Do List and I update it every evening with the things I want to accomplish the next day. Unfortunately, the board is small enough that I tend to use abbreviations and shorthand to preserve

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According to folk wisdom, the first thing one should do when one falls off a horse is to climb back on. A few weeks ago, some friends - a husband and wife - had the rug yanked from beneath their lives. Matt, the husband, left their house to go somewhere and forgot that he was supposed to take out the garbage on the way out of their house. Sarah, his wife, did it instead. Their home has a

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A kid in my daughter's class is a big fan of both Batman and Superman. Faced with a question of which he'd like to be for Halloween, he got creative. He's decided to go as Superman wearing a Batman costume. This I gotta see.

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An idea hit me in the middle of the night. It may sound like yet another meme, but it's not. I hate memes, so this can't be one. So, here's the way it works: First, look through your blogroll and find the blogger whose location is the furthest from you on the globe. If your blog doesn't have a blogroll, then pick a blog you read regularly and use that one. Figure out the distance

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Per Krissy's request in her comment to my rather brilliant compare and contrast chart from my previous post, here's the story of how the bullet hole ended up in the floor of my Jeep. Several years ago, I bought a little .380 pistol for my (now ex-) wife for protection. My profession at the time involved dealing with some shady folks who got irritated at me from time to time, and I thought it

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James Bond The Fool Once played by Pierce Brosnan Once had a pierced ear Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred Chocolate Milkshake, spoon, not straw Skiied down a mountain in a cello case Skiied down a mountain on his butt Death defying escapes from evil villains Death defying escapes from circumstances of his own creation Once went into space as part of his job Once took up space

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Arrr!

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George Santayana, in The Life of Reason, wrote "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it," a terse admonition which is often misquoted as "Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it." At first blush, the two seem synonymous. Each points out the doom inherent in not paying heed to history's errors. There is, however, a subtle difference. The latter version's

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I have a new muse, and she is Aphrodite.

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If you missed the first two installments in my list of favorite things: 1 - 10 11 - 20 21. MST3K After watching 11 seasons of Mystery Science Theater 3000, I have a hard time turning on the television and not riffing whatever's on. Should anyone launch me into space, I'll be ready. Joel was definitely better than Mike. Update: 24 hours a day 22. Surfing When I was in

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There's a curious intersection near chez fool. Though it clearly screams for a stoplight, given that it's a pretty highly traveled intersection, it's controlled by four-way stop signs. It's located at the entrance to a neighborhood populated entirely by Type-A personalities and people running late for appointments, which should make the intersection's danger obvious. Adding a degree of

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The next ten from my list of favorites. If you missed the first installment, it's rat cheer. 11. Starbucks Vanilla Latte Caffeine makes another appearance on my list. Don't act surprised. You were warned. Starbucks Vanilla Latte is nectar of the gods. Something forbidden floats in its frothy goodness and slowly infuses itself throughout every artery, vein, and capillary in the

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I've been feeling a little glum, of late. I think it's the result of a combination of things -- failing to climb a single mountain this entire summer, my wife filing the divorce suit (which is a good thing, but still gives me a sense of failure), the lingering effects of the loss of my brother, and a few other minor stressors tossed in for good measure. Last night, I was searching for a

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A few months ago, I was traveling in the neighborhood of my grandparents' old house. It sits on the banks of the Nanticoke River in southern Delaware and was the place of vacations when my brother and I were young. My grandparents moved there after my grandfather retired as an anesthesiologist in upstate New York. They were simple folk and didn't want anything larger than they needed. They

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Sir Isaac Newton's First Law, the Law of Inertia, states, "Stuff stays where you put it unless somebody comes along and moves it, and stuff that's moving keeps moving unless somebody stops it." Or something like that. Blogging is a lot like that. I used to be prolific. When I first started, it was so novel that I posted every day, sometimes more than once. It was a new toy and I wanted to

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I've got a new blog address. It's www.mypetshadow.net. Of course, if you use the old address with the blogspot.com domain, it'll redirect here, but just thought you'd like to know.

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