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…has a pizza box castle in it.
My kids… stop me if this sounds weird… had a huge bunch of boxes that we had bought diapers in. Kids go through a lot of diapers, and if you save all those boxes…
You can build diaper box castles with them. Big ol’ walls made of big ol’ cardboard bricks.
And then you say, “Rrrraaaaaagh” and crash through the wall.
Those were simpler days, y’all.
Well, you almost didn’t get this one. My computer decided to cut up rough about what it will and won’t do this evening. It SAYS it’s a software thing, but you know these machines. They just can’t WAIT for the a.i. uprising.
Weekends are weird. I got back on my bike for the first time in a while… a real bike, as opposed to a trials bike I tried to take on a pump park and the unicycle I’ve been using to try to rebuild some stamina. Which brings me back to this morning’s bike ride. I returned to some old favorite trails, and they’d been changed. I’ve visited before all the changes were finished a while back, but today- well, the park redesign is all done, and the erosion-fighting re-arrangement of all the trails is done…
and my son now knows my old favorite trails better than I do.
Getting old sucks. But when he goes off to college and his brother starts driving himself to school… well, my bike might get some more use then.
Or, hey, decrepitude is in fashion these days, ain’t it? I could go that direction.
When the lawyers have helicopter access, you know there’s trouble.
You know those lawyers that advertise on daytime television? A guy I spoke with was in a traffic accident with a woman once, and as they were trading information and waiting for the police, she made a phone call or two. Then, apparently in answer to her call, one of these selfsame ‘call-this-number-and-we’ll-see-that-you-get-paid’ lawyers (famous in this area) hops out of his car. The guy was beside himself and said something like, “Geez, lady! The cops aren’t even here yet, and you’ve called down this ambulance chaser?”
He was her husband.
He had a good sense of humor about it, though.
It’s distracting to pick apart language. “His eyes roved about the room”. Eww. “What kind of nonsense is this?” Well, nonsense of this kind or of that kind- what difference could it make if it’s economic or social or cultural? But it does make a difference, I suppose. It depends on who you ask.
Write that down. “It depends on who you ask” is, in fact, the answer to a hell of a lot of different questions. Especially economic or social or cultural questions. Give it a shot.
There you go. Soapbox speech for the day.
It’s my hair that makes me look old… And the sagging flesh that it refuses to grow out of, the traitorous thatch.
And that’s why I should give birth to a new head of hair… ’cause the old one made me look old.
Vampires. Ya got your Bela Lugosi vampires, then ya got your Barnabas Collins vampires, and then ya got your Anne Rice vampires, and after THAT… it just got silly.
Anyhow, the zombies get all the good parts these days.
Now we’re gonna call him “Mr. Not-Quite-As-Cranky-As-We-Thought.”
And you finally get to see the second of the Kara-Being-Uptight-and-Motherly cartoons that just never seemed to fit the feel of the comic as it’s now evolved. And so, it was never inked, never colored, and never posted… til now.
