Swinged Cat
"South Dakota is a swinged cat, better than she looks."
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Bachelor Chronicles: Day 4
My boss officially reopened the office today. Not that we ever actually closed down; it just means that the holdouts still working from home had to start coming in again. I’m glad I made the decision to transition back on my own a month…
Bachelor Chronicles: Day 3
Yesterday evening, after I’d thoroughly watered the garden and outdoor plants, I successfully predicted the future. Naturally, I’m sure it will start pouring any second now, I blogged. Naturally, it did. And was accompanied by such an incredible display of lightning, the kids across…
Bachelor Chronicles: Day 2
My aunt left an interesting comment on Facebook in response to my boat post. Years ago (and I mean really years ago and not just before the pandemic), when I visited you from California, we had lunch at a restaurant on the Columbia. You…
Can It Please Be November?
The first two hours back at work yesterday felt very weird. But after that, it felt completely normal. Just took me some time to rediscover my at-work groove, but once I did, I was super productive. And my best dog buddy Marley was happy to see…
Beware of False Perverts
My recent venture into my blog drafts folder (and subsequent discovery of a couple of diamonds in the rough) got me curious about my spam folder, something else I never look at. Classic case of “out of sight, out of mind.” Today’s email filters…
My Slow Descent Into Madness
I decided to do a bit of “spring cleaning” today by going through the drafts folder on my blog. There were half a dozen odds and ends in there, half-formed ideas and such, waiting to be fleshed out (or more realistically, permanently abandoned). Some…
Gettin’ Jiggly With It
Look, I can understand closing down certain non-essential businesses, rescheduling concerts, postponing Major League baseball, limiting social contact, yadda yadda. But Portland has just taken things a step too far by canceling their annual naked bike ride. Is nothing sacred these days?! This decision…
All Flamingos are Pink
When we were working in the yard last weekend, I asked Tara if she’d be opposed to adding plastic pink flamingos to our landscaping. As soon as those words left my mouth, I realized how absurd they sounded. Not because I have anything against…
Sesquipedalian
My supervisor Slacked me yesterday with a rather humorous question. Where do you learn your words?, she wondered. Or are they part of your dialogue? I wasn’t even sure how to answer that. (Ironic: I was at a loss for words. Ha!). Turns out…
You Heard a Rumor
You were naive once [or perhaps delusional] thinking tomorrow was today was yesterday, the only difference an inconsequentially subtle blush. But Weren’t we all? Myths have been shattered, truths exposed. Linearity was never real, as evidenced by this collective stepping-back. Structure and order So…
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