‘Have You Any Grey Poupon…’
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The only part of this that I'm not fine with is that somehow he was able to
tweet this despite his claim that he has no contact with the outside world.
— P...
Like a Streetlamp in a Forest When I'm Lost
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I am 9/10ths of the way through Henry James' *The Ambassadors* and will
finish it tomorrow if I don't today so the burden of honoring a promise to
living...
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So I've had better days. See the video.
The day started out with me having to drive the co-star to not one, but two
urgent care facilities because I muz...
We Don’t Need A New Theory Of EVERYTHING
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Though things have indeed changed since this video was produced, it still
makes the infinitesimally tiny point! “Luminous beings are we; not this
crude...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
good Opening For My Novel?
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As Liz pressed the clutch firmly to the floor and put the car in gear,
musing about how like making love with Richard this was, the way he would
ignite an ...
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ReplyDeleteMy one time in New Orleans, I saw a guy in gorilla costume go running down St. Charles with a saxophone strapped to his back. It wasn't Mardi Gras.
ReplyDeleteThat's what happens when you spend too much time in the "Jazz Bistro."
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