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ADG and I saw Minority Report last night, which I enjoyed more than she (largely due to me being more of a dork no doubt). Personally, I thought the movie was visually stunning, and, some aspects of it’s prediction of … Continue reading
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I return. Or rather I have returned. Pictures to be posted shortly. Best Picture that I Won’t Post on Account of I Didn’t Have my Camera with Me At the Time: The man going through the Burger King Drive-thru… on a … Continue reading
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I’m off to Yosemite for the weekend. Should I be eaten by bears, I hereby bequeath my blog to you.
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I’ve been accused recently (and rightly) of divulging nothing remotely personal on this website. This, I posit, is at least partially true, and due largely no doubt to this blog being a victim of it’s own success. Friends read it, … Continue reading
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I’ve been laying carpet. That’s not a euphemism, I mean that literally. Yesterday was an all day effort of laying carpet in ADG’s new-to-her apartment. The day before was finding said carpet. My back hurts. Little Girl in Home Depot: … Continue reading
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Me: Everyone’s unique… ADG: Yeah, Dave…especially you. PS while quickly writing this post, I had a Doogie Howser-ian moment of typing a little bit, looking up into the empty space roughly three feet above my computer monitor, and then typing … Continue reading
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Weekends are good…even when you’re unemployed and every day is Saturday.
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The future is now, man! Sushi has for years been famous in Japan. The delicate taste of fresh fish is deliciously enhanced when served with a simple looking rice ball. The preparation of this ball however requires a subtle skill … Continue reading
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scene opens: an olden tyme town square. A man on his knees is crying uncontrollably near the stone fountain in the center of the square. A priest walks up towards him… Lamenter: Nooooo! What a world! What a world! Priest: … Continue reading
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