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It was about 5 hours earlier than the same time where I was. Thinking about time in a more physical sense than usual, I was playing trivia late one night, and suddenly there were two bars in Hawaii that made it into the top 20. It was probably around midnight, assuming my time correction is accurate. That's about 7 in HI, right? Anyways, I got to thinking about playing a nationwide trivia game

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A Night of Rain Forty miles home in the rain, and no snow to look forward to when I get there. Just rain. I am jealous of my friends who have found their livelihood in places where they can experience four seasons - especially snow. Hell, I’m jealous of those who have one (a livelihood) or the other (snow). Both? What did I do wrong? What am I still doing wrong? I pass the exit that would have

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There was a dead man in my head and I don’t know what he did in there but sometimes through the red parts of my eyes i saw him trying to get out. one day I let him, and i went in instead, and with him out it wasn’t so bad in here now he walks around and talks to the people that I know and says peculiar things and i’m not even sure if any of them have noticed. but I don’t think he can make

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We're getting on to the end of another year, and tonight I decided on a new New Year's resolution. Usually all I want to do is learn to stop talking so much, or maybe just stop talking so much without even having to learn anything. That is still number one this year, as it seems like a good goal in that it's completely unattainable for me, so I can always have it. Number Two this year is Stop

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Three or five nights ago I was headed home, east, and it was one of those evenings when a lot of low clouds made the sunset really colorful. It was only about a quarter visible, and very pink, and I hit the grade into Calimesa which is pretty long. Traffic was good and I was knocking along at 70 or so. It's kind of steep and ten seconds in I noticed, in the rear-view mirror, that the sun was

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I sat at the bar, lungs full of tarFrom the smoke that enveloped the placeAnd gazed at the girl, her hair all atwirlAs I tried to remember her face.She acknowledged my glance and her eyes did a danceAnd yet I was drawing a blankShe started to stand, saw the pen in my handAnd back on her barstool she sank.Puzzled, I sat, while chewing the fatThat sat in my beer-addled brainWhen through the door

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I knew when I started this thing that the title was going to have some relevance. Or maybe I just hoped. And now I realize that if I had been saving money for the last two years, I'd be putting a down payment on a house right now, or maybe moving into a nice apartment. But between having the time of my life and being depressed out of my mind (a daily and costly transaction) I haven't got two

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Remember, while back, when time used to pass at such different speeds? I look around as May comes to an end, feel the heat coming down, and remember how slow the days would go waiting for school to get out. Every day drags like a wagon with two busted wheels. And then suddenly you're signing yearbooks and you're on the bus, the last bus ride until September, which is about a hundred years away.

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I've typed four different beginnings to this entry and realized that I need to visit bars all across the country on St. Patrick's Day if I want to get data to back up my theories. So where do I start next year?Oooh, I just realized that I've been whistling the wrong lyrics to "You're So Vain" for about a decade now. How did "Go by" suddenly become "gavotte?" And "Halfway cocked" become "apricot?"

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Ah, Madalena, you overstimate Your charms, for your arms are not As tempting as you thoughtIn the city of never settling for what you wantCome with me to the bench on the hillWhere the fog rolls in and the cars on the freewayDisappear and still you hear the screams of the dreamsBeing born, which sound like the screams of the dreamsThat were doomed from the startThe nightmares are so quiet you’d

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Uno, dos, tres, quatro.I just wanted to write that here before I forgot. On a music video. IN SPANISH.

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It seems like I get all my best ideas for little things to write about while I'm driving. I never did figure out how to play back everything I recorded on my digital voice recorder a few months back, so last week I tried using the video function of my phone. It's easy enough to play back, but it turns out that most of the things I think about don't end up nearly as clever as I thought they were

Stringfellowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04051339803143825288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95523835186973201.post-14298822548950221242010-01-20T02:59:00.000-08:002010-01-20T03:02:18.286-08:00

You realize that no one wants you for who you are.

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It's late and I don't have time to do much but ask a few questions I had today and yesterday.Are 93-year old kids going to sue? I've been listening to Christmas music - all day, every day - for about 2 weeks, and today is the 2nd day of December. There is a song that extends a Christmas wish to "kids from one to ninety-two" that I have heard 40 times a year, every year since I had ears. What

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Last week a guy sold me a unicorn egg, and then laughed at me and called me a mean name. Well, the joke's on him, because it just hatched and I'm pretty sure my unicorn is on its way to poke that guy's eyes out.On a serious note, though... we are fast approaching another new year, and I've been thinking about my New Year's resolution, which has been the same for a lot of years now - in essence, "

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In the morning I’ll still be here even though you’ll be ashamedAnd I’ll make you toast and clean up most of the problems I was blamedFor causing even though I think you know it was your ex who came in drunkWho would’ve thunk so many words can rhyme with bunk and sunk and punkAnd so I roast the bread and toast the dead or should it be the other way aroundAnd have you found the precious earrings

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Hey gang! Three cheers for summer being ripped up and thrown away for a few months!Hip!Hip!Hooray!!So summer's almost over, but today it was a hundred and some-odd degrees coming back from the dentist and I was thinking about some of the summer songs that I like. They were:Summer Breeze - Seals & CroftsSuddenly Last Summer - The MotelsCruel Summer - BananaramaSo then when I got home I thought of

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And then it happens one day that you’re walkingand talking to just yourselfand you’re certainly not doing it for your healthand you look around and don’t know where you areand someone stops and asks if you need a rideand no station offers the same kind of contemplationand you say “no, I’m really just looking for a destinationbut thanks” and you can tell by the look on his facethat no matter how

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Yesterday I accidentally ran over my neighbor's dog, and the dog says "Hey Matt, watch where you're running, jackass!" I didn't even know that dog knew my name.Tonight I made dip by putting Funyuns, mayonnaise and some other stuff in the blender. I was using the blender for my goldfish bowl at the time so I guess there's a little fish in it too. And a bigger fish. Oh, and a treasure chest.

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And then you wake up on your lonely floorOne shoe on, one under your earAnd you’re not sure if the road maps on the doorCan tell you how you got hereAnd you go to a bar where loud men discussSports scores that shouldn’t but somehowDo involve cussingThat started decades ago.And the next bar raises menThat also cuss, and shout outrightAbout which light beer is best and thenYou pick a side just to

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Yuck - If you haven't read the beginning of the story I posted last week, don't bother. It's really not good. Ungood, even. And I had such high hopes for it. Maybe I'll take another stab at it this week. Or two stabs. Or maybe I'll just run it right through the heart and put it out of its misery.

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So I don't know if I've mentioned how much I like James' 'Laid' album, but I really do. And I'm having a hard time figuring out some of the song titles. I have one of those old-fashioned cd players in my car that doesn't list song titles, only track numbers - and that's really where I listen to most music. Gotta fill those two hours a day with something, eh?Another thing I liked this week was the

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This one goes out to Erica, a friend who somehow ended up my R.A. and likely kept me out of jail once. This is our serenade. Silly, maybe, but entirely from the heart. Over the intercom. Late at night.

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Sometimes you hit the road, sometimes the road hits you.I had to take the ol' Power Ram to work the other day to pick up some cylinders. I was still 35 miles away when I was thinking about what to use to give the windshield a good cleaning when it exploded.I was glad I had sunglasses on because the glass sprayed all over the cab. It doesn't look that impressive but it scared the hell out of me,

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Good evening! I was thinking again today about restroom etiquette.Fuck, once again I've typed a sentence that I never thought would escape my fingers. But I really hate editing myself - is sort of subtracts from the experience for both of us.So - clearly there are some unwritten rules, and I'm sure I can google them all. Just curious if anyone would read this, and even more curiouser if anyone

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I got an email about roundtrip flights from San Diego to Dublin for $459. Who's in? Anyone have a friend over there we can stay with for a few days? Guinness is on me. And hopefully in me.I was so excited on Monday afternoon - there was a lot of stuff I wanted to get done and for some reason I was excited about all of it. I think it was laundry and cleaning out my car, and getting rid of some

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I'm going to postpone my silly music blog and say only this.In highschool, you are not obligated to share the truth with your peers. You must prove that you are above them. You need to show the admissions department at the colleges of your choice that you are a more desirable student than the others with whom you graduated. In life, it's different. When you discover the truth, you are obligated

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To Whom it May Concern: I am writing to you regarding the wrappers of Tootsie Roll Industries’ “Tootsie Roll Pop.” I have been enjoying this confection for many years now, and prefer it to the standard “Tootsie Roll.” The varied flavors of lollipop around the Tootsie Roll center add an undeniably delicious flavor to the traditional Tootsie Roll candy. My question refers to the wrapper of the

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I'm about to write a blog about shopping. That's weird.It all started about 6 months ago, when I bought a suit, went to a wedding and enjoyed both. It wasn't long ago that wearing a tie would almost make me sick. Then a few months later I looked in my closet and realized I hated about half a dozen shirts that I regularly wore to work. I sold them at a yard sale for a quarter each and decided to

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It's been so long since I actually got off work on time that I forgot what a shitty undertaking it is to get on the freeway at 5:00. What a mess. It gave me a chance to realize how attached I've gotten to my little egg-shaped Neon. Besides the outstanding gas mileage, it has a great stock sound system. It blows my truck's stereo out of the water, even with the Power Ram's new Dynamat-mounted

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I have to tell you about chicken in a can... I somehow brought this up last week because, come on, it's a pretty funny sort of thing to buy, and then today, I saw this... just opened the paper and there it was.Chicken In A CanIn my defense, the kind that I bought at Stater Brothers and cooked with Jamie came with significantly less afterbirth in the can.That is all.

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Here, on the eve of my ephemeral salvation, I realize many truths - sad, denied, embraced, revered. Take your pick.For one, this is the first time I'm packing things in what people would call "luggage." Historically I have been more likely to pack 3 days worth into a backpack so I don't have to check baggage. I borrowed some luggage, though, so I didn't have to buy any (edit: I think I borrowed a

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It's Mountain Dew (the soda) mixed with Irish potcheen (aka Mountain Dew). I'm hoping that everyone will pitch in with naming this drink. There's a good chance you don't know anyone but me who has ever had it. And I don't know anyone but me who has ever had it. Therefore, I get to name it. I'm kind of like an explorer. I find something that a ton of people already know about, but I get to claim

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I didn't photoshop it so it's still huge. Bummer dude. "The cactus where your heart should be" just started playing. Yay Magnetic Fields! Also, I have been using up my brain at work. All these great posts are somehow dying between work and home. So, tonight I present you with a motion picture debut. One night I had a break between classes, and a paddle-ball paddle that had broken which I colored

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This post isn't really about that though.I recently had a character in a story who listened to Joni Mitchell. I don't know a fucking thing about Joni Mitchell, so I had to learn a little. Turns out she's Canadian. So far, of the Canadian songwriters I know, I'd put her third behind Gordon Lightfoot and the Mckenzie brothers. All the great things I had planned to write tonight have drowned so I

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Well. I found out tonight that Raymond Oyler's jury has recommended the death penalty. I feel more insecure with this than I care to admit. I knew only one man who was killed in the Esperanza fire - I also know his wife, and have known both of them since I was a kid riding my bike over their drying fire hose many years ago. I know the impact that this tragedy had on my father, who wept his share

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Today I blew my nose with a napkin from Weinerschnitzel that I had left in my desk. All I could smell the rest of the day was chili dogs. It was awesome.I spent the last two weeks reading all the comments on Youtube about Fred. But now there are like ten thousand more and my eyes hurt so I'm going to stop. Judy is such a brat! Bye!Overheard:"Did those femurs get delivered yet?"and"Don't tell me,

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I bet a lot of people will have that as their blog title today, so I gave mine a subtitle.I used to love riding bikes down the hill at the end of our street, until one day when I crashed. I still like going down the hill, but my wheelchair isn’t nearly as fast as a bike – yet.Every once in a while I like to put my old compact discs in new cases so they look new again. But sometimes the liners

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I don't know yet what's going to happen in the afternoon, but it's shaping up to be pretty good.So, I was sitting around cleaning my gun this afternoon, like I sometimes do on Fridays, and listening to Joni Mitchell, like I sometimes do every week or so. Joni seems like the kind of chick that would like to go out with you and blow the crap out of something with a shotgun and then not write a

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It consists of nothing but tiny violins, playing emphatically for this guy: Rapist would rather die than be rapedHold on - let me dry my eyes.Okay, all better. Let's have a picture, then. How about trees in the fog? This is just outside of Angelus Oaks.I like that image so much, I think I'll add a poem. I wrote it quite a few years ago but sometimes I remember it and have a chuckle.Little Old

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Today, and also a couple of Sundays ago, I did a little shooting, nature walking and photographing. I'm not very good at any of them, but I still have fun.I didn't take the time to adjust the images, so they'll show up pretty small.Also, it turns out that the pics I upload go to the top, so instead of seeing the "Z" that was just a stick when you clicked on my blog, you saw a picture of Rocky

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Once it was snowingAnd I spent the eveningPhotoshopping picturesTo put on a blogAnd also keeping the fire aliveAnd writing bad poems.Tonight is that nightWithout the snowAnd without the fireAnd also without the Photoshop.So it's an evening of bad poemsAnd the sun has just set on itBut also I think the moon is coming upSo we'll call it a night.I just wrote that because everything I wanted to write

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Some of you may have read this already. Whether you have or haven't, I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it a few years ago after waking up from that place just after awake and just before asleep.When Norm finally met his creator, he thought he was totally prepared. And so, of course, he wasn’t.Norm opened his eyes, blinked two or three times, and gazed around him. He was floating, but this did not

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There's a really ostentatious blimp that's been hanging around San Bernardino the last week or so. The whole thing is illuminated, and twice now it's had me thinking it was the moon as I left work. It has a giant scrolling marquee that's in full color, which was impressive, and then the damn thing started playing a movie or something and I had to put my eyes back on the road. It belongs to a

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Omar posted this earlier. Neither he nor I knows who gets the credit for writing it, but it's good.Politics ExplainedFEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk. PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need. BUREAUCRATIC

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Also, I just wrote a super-mini poem.Of wine I keep my mind but lose my bodyOf beer I keep them both and just go potty

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Caveat: This post is not about Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman.I'm sure you've seen the outstanding pictures of an even more outstanding feat by now, but This Guy has a pair that must require special drawers. Sure, his knees are probably still shaking now, but imagine how elated he's going to feel tomorrow.So I was dining on Hamburger Helper and a fine cabernet sauvignon tonight, and reflecting on how

Stringfellowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04051339803143825288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95523835186973201.post-39695490485453464822009-01-12T23:54:00.000-08:002009-01-13T01:03:02.105-08:00

So - what else could I do for my first blog, but this?FAIL.I wanted to post Rick Astley here, but everyone on YouTube is vying for views (still?) so embedding is disabled. Technically, you weren't even going to be RickRolled... you would've had to click play, and RickRolling involves taking away your choice to see/hear it. Anyway, now that the whole thing's ruined, you can watch "Never Gonna Give

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