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I was out to eat last night and the subject of Canned Heat came up, thanks to me having bought a greatest hits CD earlier in the day. Canned Heat? Yes, I explained, you probably know three of their songs. Then I could only think of two of the titles. It was one of the longest and most unsuccessfully mental blocks of my long life. I can usually overcome these mental blocks with a little time, a

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I was at a used record store/book store today and picked up a copy of a Tammy Wynette CD, "Anniversary: 20 Years of Hits." I have a Tammy 45 that I really like, and I think it's the B side I really like, which is, "Soakin' Wet." I see that song isn't on this CD, but it's still a very cool song. "The tears I cry are always dry, but my heart is soakin' wet." I love it! On the CD, I've listened to

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Sri Masturbananda. Anyone feel like having that for your monastic or new yogic name?

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Well, friends, I'm getting ready for my big business trip to London. I'm on the next plane, leaving on runway number five. I'm hoping to see all the sights: Carnaby Street, Twiggy, the Pendulum Do. I've got my pants zipped up and my cockney accent tucked away. You know I play guitar. I've got a few demo tapes and am hoping for some face time with George Martin. I'll be the toppermost of the

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There's always a combination of things that makes me sleepy. Lately, I've felt a little morose while also having a good appetite. So after I eat, that, combined with the moroseness, puts me in a mind to sleep. The lethargy is so real, so thick I could cut it. But I hate myself for having slept, after I wake up. I need to have a little more some way to stay awake when it's day. Still, it's

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I saw a picture of Drew Carey one day, and he's lost a bunch of weight. I've been watching The Price is Right almost everyday since April. I'm looking forward to the new shows. It's been reruns for quite a while. But they're all new to me since I didn't see them when they were originally on. Drew Carey, if he's anything like he is on TV, has to be one of the nicest guys in the world. He seems

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I've heard of people attacked by pitbulls -- one just the other day. But I don't think there's a greeting card for that.

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I'm glad to see Google (Blogger) has finally gotten some kind of automatic spam catcher in their system. I'd love to enable comments all the time but the comments are just spam for the most part. And lately they've been Chinese or Japanese, which I can't tell the difference of. Just today, on the one blog I have comments enabled for, I had two of these nutty looking "comments," and thankfully,

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A country artist whose albums and songs all have to do with suspenders.

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I don't believe in global warming. It's only 101 degrees today and it's supposed to be 100 again tomorrow. That's relatively cool, compared to boiling water.

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If Maury ever retires, entire generations won't know who their true father is.

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I went to Taco Bell today. I ordered two orders of nachos and seven softshell tacos. I got home and discovered they got the tacos right but I had three orders of nachos. I looked at the receipt and I was charged for the third order. Isn't that terrible? They can't get a simple order like that right.

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We seriously called the vet on June 15 to have our dog put to sleep. She was coughing, hacking, acting about dead. The vet did some things. Said she had congestive heart failure, etc. Since then I haven't put the halter on her, because every time she sees a squirrel she pulls and that causes more coughing. Her heart is enlarged and must be obstructing something. Anyway, without the halter,

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I watched a couple episodes of "Bait Car" on Tru TV tonight. It's amazing how many lowlife losers there are out there. Just skulking around the city and within minutes stealing someone's car. How terrible it is that some people have such crappy morals and/or such a crappy outlook on life that they would do that.

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Tonight I stumbled on one of the explanations for why our younger generation has lost all of its values, many of which it never had. Thinking it over, I think there's a definite connection. When I was a kid, the Standard station was the Standard station forever, the DX station the same, the Mobil station, etc. You went by them when you were a newborn and you went by them when you graduated from

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It's always surprising to me that there's a lot of words that, to the best of my knowledge, are not someone's surname. Like Doe. How could a simple word like Doe not be someone's name? It seems like it's not a name but then can stand for the generic name, John and Jane Doe. How is that possible? Then there are the words that stand for something else but never made the switch (or stood prior to

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I was getting my attitude together today. I've had a bad one lately. I go in spurts, sometimes a great one, then an abysmal. But today I made a conscious choice, NO MORE. So it was a happy day ... and I kept it that way. I almost ruined it a couple of times, came very close, but managed to pull it out of the encroaching fire.

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Tonight I was mowing the yard, and I saw the second baby bird on the lawn within a week and a half. The other one I saw a week and a few days ago later died. Because I saw it the next day in about the same place, dead. Then other little creatures took over its decaying body, and it's either almost gone now or about gone. Tonight there was another one, in a different place. This one I only saw

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My few Twitter "friends" -- of whom I don't know a single one at this point -- come and go. Like breathing in and breathing out. It's a breathing, seething monster.

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I did something today that I have never done before. At least I can't remember having done it. So I probably haven't. Which is to buy a couple of fire extinguishers. I have an upstairs, a downstairs, and a basement. There was already a fire extinguisher that was okay, so I kept it. But to have one on each floor I needed two. So I went to the home improvement store and improved my home, with two

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You know how sometimes you go by a telephone pole and you'll see some kind of advertisement on a sign nailed to it? Of course we never see the people actually putting the signs up there, but somebody must be doing it. I always think they must be working for someone who pays them per sign, and is probably one of those places where you get a job through the classified ads, like "Work from your

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I have not worked out all the kinks yet in using the Dragon 10 software, which listens to you talking on microphone and types it into the computer for you. I am getting some very unusual results including two trips to Amazon.com based on saying the word the, LOL. And you definitely have to be careful when you say the word "new", because its default on that word is to open a new window whether

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In my new residence I had a roomful of boxes from the move. But from the very beginning I had it as an idea to set aside a room for spiritual pursuits. This was also an idea that I had for my previous home, over 11 years ago. But it only lasted about a week, because we needed the room to store stuff in. Here I seem to have a little more room, so ... so far I can do what I want. First, though, I

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Someone gave me a pack of organic dark chocolate covered espresso beans for Christmas, which I left in the basket and kept under some other junk or in a closet. But since I recently moved I was unpacking and saw the stuff in this basket, including these beans. They were "best by" sometime in February. But I decided to try them anyway. It turns out I like them. But the weird thing about them is

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The whole world is connected, the whole thing with debit cards and machines and kiosks. It makes me wonder, how in the world are they keeping track of all these things? My PIN number, it's out there. No one is supposed to know it, but every machine I access seems to know it's right.

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I'm listening to "Abbey Road." I was downtown and saw some neo-hippies and thought about the line, "Here come old flattop." So it's a night for it. Of course it still sounds great, just like itself.

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The thing about having a screw loose is that you don't know you have. I think that's true. You could have inklings of it. I think I have occasional inklings of it. I'm thinking about my clarity. With age, of course we all have one foot in the grave. And our minds precede our feet, since we can be thoughtless cadavers even before the hospital will accept us for experimentation. I've been moving

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I heard the song "Centerfield" by John Fogerty the other day. I hadn't heard it for a long time. I've never been especially crazy about it. But it's OK. Maybe the bad thing about it is that I have lots of bad memories of playing baseball as a kid in Little League. They put us, the most incompetent kids, in the outfield for some reason. Now it seems to me like that's a very important spot in the

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I was in an awkward social situation yesterday. There were four people at the front of our house, me, my wife, a Laotian friend (woman) who speaks very good English, and her aged father who doesn't know any English. We're talking along, with dad standing their very silent and stoic looking. Pretty soon something happened to separate all of us, except for me and the dad. The woman went running

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I love the new proposal by Republican Senate candidate Sue Lowden, challenging Harry Reid for his Nevada Senate seat. But I have some issues with it. She thinks we ought to pay for stuff by bartering. Her proposal for this is that all of us would raise as many chickens as we can and pay each other with them. So say you went to the doctor to have a simple procedure like a colonoscopy, which

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Hail, hail, Gooberdust, What the heck do we care? What the heck do we care? Heil, heil, Gooberdust!

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I just finished the Alfred Hitchcock movie, "Young and Innocent." This film didn't appeal to me entirely. It was definitely a film about an innocent man accused of something terrible, strangling a woman with a belt on the seashore. The big evidence against him was that he was running from the scene and the fact that he owned a raincoat, which would've had a belt if he knew where it was.

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I finished the silent film by Alfred Hitchcock, "The Ring." I really enjoyed it. There's lots of good stuff to it, photographic effects, expression, humor, drama. The whole fight scene was really great. Very intense and nice. But like I said the other day the woman the main character was fighting for wasn't any good. So when it came time for the "happy ending" and she ended up with her husband

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That's true. John Lennon said something about Jesus 44 or 45 years ago and now the Vatican has forgiven the Beatles. It's true, but what a joke! What position is the Vatican in to be forgiving anyone? The stuff they're guilty of makes about everyone else's so-called sins small potatoes. The Pope ought to be on his old crotchety knees making a few confessions himself. Then maybe he'd be in a

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It looks like it was two months ago today, Feb. 14, that my life changed forever. I heard about another job in another city that someone was essentially offering me. At first I basically turned it down, but I had other opportunities along the way to reconsider it, and finally accept it. So it's been a heck of a two month period, with a lot of it being for me very uncomfortable. I was sore in

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I've been watching Alfred Hitchcock's "The Ring" film the last couple days while doing my morning and evening exercises. It's a very amusing film in lots of ways, with lots of great comedic bits. I love the guy, Gordon Harker, who I also remember from Hitch's film "The Farmer's Wife." He does a lot of the same kind of facial humor in "Ring" as he did in "Farmer's Wife." He was a definite

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Two days in a row I've taken my dog down to a park that has a swampy area behind it. I'm not too sure why the city allows this swampy area to be there. I'm no ecologist but I've heard that swampy areas are a great breeding ground for mosquitoes. Since we generally know that's true, I can predict where the largest concentration of baby mosquitoes looking for their bottles will be. At this point,

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There's nothing about this guy that screams "I'm trouble," absolutely nothing. I see no obvious reason to suspect that he might be behind any nefarious "anti guv'mint" dealings. I repeat, no obvious reason whatsoever. The fact that he was charged with planting 36 pipe bombs in an anti government spree comes as a complete surprise to me. Let me stress this fact, it's a complete surprise to me.

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I saw it on TV tonight, one of those pandering to the audience, idiot moments that Sarah Palin is famous for, lamenting the latest so-called Obama outrage. This outrage was that President Obama excluded a nuclear response in the event of a cyber attack, which Palin complained about. Someone hacks our computer, Palin wants a nuclear war? This is disgraceful. This is someone the Republicans

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Since I'm moving, I'm up against the wall on the quantity of stuff I have. And something had to give. Meaning I needed to pare down drastically and quickly. Over several days I was cleaning my basement and some of the other rooms of stuff. Most of my excess stuff, stuff that's not kept in more accessible rooms, was in the basement. My basement was like a thicket or swamp of stuff. Crazy thick.

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I don't love by nature feeling sluggish. I have to remind myself about my philosophy of enjoying the various conditions of consciousness. I need constant reminders, because I like feeling good and hate feeling badly. But if I get the reminder in there in time -- and I usually don't, it's an afterthought -- I start feeling good about it again. Vicious circle. Looking on the bright side, I will

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The most recent film I watched is Alfred Hitchcock's "Blackmail," from 1929. I loved it. There's an interesting article on it at Wikipedia. The main thing from Wiki that I want to mention is how Anny Ondra, starring in the film, comes across rather awkwardly because someone is just off camera recording her lines. They felt Anny's Czech accent wouldn't be right for the film, and dubbing wasn't

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I've been watching something from my Alfred Hitchcock collection everyday recently while I do my morning and evening exercises. That really stretches out a movie, but I stay interested. I can't even remember all I've seen. I got this $5 set at Walmart that has 20 movies on it, all directed by Hitchcock. Some of the film quality is less than optimum but it's not terrible. I keep thinking that if

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I heard that phrase today, "The knives are out for Michael Steele." I like the phrase, having heard it over the years. Michael Steele, of course, is that yahoo in charge of the Republican party. He's a big goof as far as I'm concerned. He seems to get in trouble about as often as Dennis the Menace. The most recent embarrassing thing for the GOP is their lavish expense accounts, chartered jets,

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President Obama once again drew the fire of the Republicans, by recess appointing 15 of his stalled nominees for various positions. The Republicans of course want to block and obstruct everything the president seeks to do. So he really had no choice, unless he wants (as they do) the government to function without people in these important offices. Sen. John McCain was the hypocrite of the day,

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Republican Congressman Eric Cantor was recently almost the victim of a gunshot. It appears that someone in the same county that Cantor sometimes works shot a gun at random. The person -- no identity or motive is officially known -- shot a gun in the air, with the bullet coming down and landing a little later. The congressman states that it was obviously meant for him.

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In T.S. Eliot's poem, "The Hollow Men," he says, "This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." And so it was for the Republicans' hyped up fear of Armageddon if the health care reform bill was passed. Nothing happened. It was funny to hear President Obama riffing on this today at Iowa City. Instead of asteroids hitting the earth and the ground opening up to swallow everyone,

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I've been doing a ton of reflection on the concept of enjoying my life. Of course it's easy and expected that we will enjoy our lives when times are good and things are going smoothly. But what I mean is to enjoy our lives when times are tough and things are going terribly. Like those times of ultimate stress, when your belly feels like someone's wringing it out like a sponge, and the bags under

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I understand the enthusiasm and the sentiment of Vice President Joe Biden, telling President Obama that it's a big deal that health care reform passed. But, really, you have to use the "F" adjective right there at that minute, with the entire world listening in? Back stage, off camera somewhere, yes, some high fives and boisterous celebration. Right there at the signing ceremony, a little

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I met a lady today who was a third grade teacher for 43 years. That's a very long time to be a third grade teacher. I asked her if she ever meets people who say, "You were my teacher." And she said she does. I told her I coincidentally met up with one of my third grade teachers last September, who remembered me. It put me in mind to search for a few teachers on Facebook. I actually saw one

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The Tea Party people "love America," except for all the days when they want to secede from the union! They're not content waving the American flag. They're claiming old flags from history as more valid. Real patriotic stuff there! They love their "rights." They just don't love the rights of others. In fact, they have no love at all for others. Others are the enemy. If you're other than them,

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Well, this is a day that's always a happy one for me, when spring gets here. Break out the bunnies! And the crocuses! And the feeling that newness is in the air! It's been a tough winter, very tough. And expensive for snow removal, even if the heating bill has been about average or a little under the usual. The sun, though, turns out to be the best snow remover ... and it doesn't cost a thing,

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I saw part of Toyota's damage control and attempt to rebuild trust, on a commercial tonight. They have some average Toyota customers from over the years -- Mom and Pop -- who apparently have the expertise to claim that their Toyotas over the years were always safe. That's nice. Then they end off with a Toyota employee, supposed to be anyway, saying, "Thank you for standing by us." In the most

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After Christmas everyone says, "Did you have a good Christmas? What'd you get for Christmas?" etc. But St. Patrick's Day is an island among days. It's there, you're wearing green, then it's gone. No follow up. People at work aren't commenting on what a great St. Patrick's Day it was, etc. At least in my experience. I suppose there are plenty of hangovers. But those aren't usually a happy thing.

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I'm sitting here in a Snuggie, half of me. Someone gave me one as a gift, completely unexpectedly. So I'm trying it out. Mine is a little longer than it needs to be and the sleeves are more expansive than they need to be. But I've got them pulled back. It seems to me that a good old fashioned bathrobe would do the trick about as well, except it wouldn't cover your legs. The whole idea of

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I'm visiting at my mother's house. Since I'm hardly ever here, I'm not here often enough to get used to it. So I still have all the associations from years ago, as to the neighborhood, right down to the particular trees and sidewalks. For those of the family who live nearby and are here a lot, I'm wondering to myself if they lose that. As for me, when I step outside I see a particular tree and

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I'm visiting at my mother's today, so I'm out of my element and feeling the strangeness of the surroundings. I have my dog here too, and she's busy staying with me, intensely. But she's a good girl! This place of course wasn't always strange to me, since I grew up right here. It's my own stomping ground. The neighbors are mostly different than they were when I was a kid. I'm less than a mile

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One of our favorite cartoons. It's amazing how great this cartoon is. It's one we used to see all the time on TV, yet certain elements of it still come across as unfamiliar to me. We definitely remember the biggest lines, "Unhand her, Dan Backslide!" and "A runabout, I'll steal it. No one will ever know!" But so much of the rest of it isn't 100% familiar, not for how many times we had to have

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We sat down to lunch today and clicked on the TV. MSNBC is an interesting news channel, in that news doesn't happen on weekends. So over there you're likely to see anything, like prison profiles or Forensics Files types of shows. Today they had one and I saw the last 35 minutes or so of it only. About some kids in high school in the early '80s out in California, and one kid happened to disappear

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There's something that happens in the morning. My wife is sleeping and the dog is in there with her. Then the cat comes skulking around -- I don't know exactly what he's doing. This makes the dog annoyed, apparently, and she'll suddenly do an outburst, a short, quick barking noise while jumping off the bed in a threatening way. I can hear it from where I sit typing this. It's already happened a

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Stress is bad for your family system, but it plays out, doing its thing, because it has to go somewhere. I got a call today from a crying family member, always a fun thing to have happen. Someone else said something bad, then there was a bad response. Of course I don't know the whole story, such as the order of the bad things, the tone of voice, etc., I just have pieces of the story. There's a

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There's no way I have TB, either tuberculosis or two bellies (as Curly famously said). But I was required to get a TB skin test for something I'm working on. And not just one but I have to get another one next week! Nasty. So I need to go to the doctor's office tomorrow for them to look at my arm to see that I haven't got TB. Don't you cough or something if you have TB? I'm not coughing at all.

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It saddens me that my party -- the Democratic party -- has to be such nuts when they're in power. One, they don't make the slightest effort to fall in line for the common good. Each one needs to be the Grand Poobah of the day, with it always being their way or the highway. We're fortunate to have the presidency, but the members of Congress feel no obligation to help the party along or the

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I read an article today about a book someone is publishing, quoting letters that people wrote to Jackie Kennedy after JFK's death. I feel fairly good about a book like that, since it's the ignored stuff of history that is usually the most interesting. It's something that would say a lot about the lives of the ones who wrote letters. So if they're comfortable with all that coming out, it seems

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I have a hot mouth. I just ate a couple fillets of baked salmon with Tabasco sauce on them. Now I'm gasping for air, and my water glass is empty. That's some hot stuff ... but delicious. And with it three jalapeno slices and a baked potato. Pretty good stuff. I ate it right here at my computer. I have to be careful that I don't slop too much. I burnt my thumb on the pan, a skillet I used to

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I hadn't heard of the show "Ghost Adventures" till last night, when I happened to be sitting downstairs when the TV was on. We were talking about something else and halfway watching it at the same time. Since then I saw a couple more episodes, since it must be on all the time. It's kind of creepy, of course, since they seem to have an extreme amount of paranormal activity happening, maybe too

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Different times! A lot of the "colored people" news is on one page of the newspaper. From The Bluefield Daily Telegraph, Bluefield, WV, Feb. 14, 1937, p. 11 second section, p. 23 of 24 in online archive.

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What's the deal with cage-free eggs being twice as much as regular eggs? They haven't got the extra overhead of the cages. Is it just because it takes so much more time to chase the chickens all over the farm? And brown eggs. It seems like they'd be the same as white. It's reverse discrimination.

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I have a hymn (or spiritual song) in my mind tonight, called "He Keeps Me Singing." This is an oldie but a goody, and just singing it for less than 10 minutes gave me a buzz in my head. It must be exactly the song I need. If you have some issues, lines like this can help ... "Fear not, I am with thee, peace be still, in all of life's ebb and flow." That gives me a mental shifting of sorts. Too

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I've been hearing some things lately about the insane country of Burma. As far as Governments Gone Wild go, I hear that Burma's is one of the worst. That, like North Korea, they're very oppressive of their people, to the point of being ridiculous about it. I'd love to go over there and get it all straightened out. Throw out the crooks, the military dictatorship, and straighten out the corrupt

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That's a brand of jeans, you know. A formula the Levis company whipped up one day. They went through 500 false starts, pants with one leg longer than the other, pockets sewn inside instead of out, see-through denim, etc., until the scientists finally hit on the right formula, #501. With just the right denim, the right pockets, the right leg length on both sides, they knew they had it right. A

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I got a book about pirates tonight at Goodwill. 50 cents, I always think How could I go wrong? It looks like one of those good historic books, called "Under The Black Flag," by David Cordingly. The first chapter is called "Wooden Legs and Parrots." So, let's say I eventually read it, perhaps I'll learn that they didn't really have parrots. I hope not. Or I might learn that they loved parrots.

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I got a couple good CDs at Goodwill today. I haven't been buying much lately. I was in the mood for cutting down. I still feel like cutting down, but I'm not going to be ridiculous about it. If there's something really really good, I'll check it out and get it. It's been a while though since there's been any thing decent. Just the same old crap. But today I found a couple good 'Oldies' CDs and

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Mother of God, does this man simply not get it? President Barack Obama said Saturday he is ready to compromise with Republicans on health care if they are serious about it, but that an overhaul must go forward. "Let's get this done," he said.Is he going to fritter away his entire presidency trying to play footsie with the Republicans? Is it not occurring to him that they plainly don't want to

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Some of my best ideas (assuming any of these are good) come from reading Google Ads. You'd think it'd be very stifling not to be able to click on your own ads (Google policy), but actually it's liberating. Liberating? How so? Because I can see an idea there, not click on it, and therefore not be guilty of any kind of copyright violation by copying their ideas. If I have no idea what they say,

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One of our cats was "put to sleep" a couple days ago, not yet 48 hours ago at this writing. She was just short of 15 years old and was in declining health. That leaves us with one other cat. They were together a lot. The other day I went into one of the bedrooms and they were both on the bed. The cat we lost was stretched out sleeping. And the other cat had his head up on her haunch, like a

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I just saw an ad for a "Low Cost Anger Course," and they promise a "Free Certificate of Completion." But since I can't click on my own ads, a Google policy, I'll have to use my imagination as to what in the world they're offering. Maybe -- I'll bet it is -- there are folks who are assigned to take an anger course. And they can actually go online to accomplish it. Maybe it's part of a domestic

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In the '70s we put our pictures in those photo albums that had the sticky stuff on the page, then a piece of plastic over them. For the most part now, they're solidly in place. There's exceptions. A couple were in there crooked and seemed to be looser, so I pulled them away. And one I wanted to see the back of, to see if there was a date (there was), and it came off easy enough. But another I

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It's George Washington's birthday. I believe it is. This is the date we learned in school. But I know it's more complicated with his birthday than it is with the rest of us. Because they did some freaky thing with the calendar back then sometime. Like deleting a bunch of days to get the calendar back in whack with the sun (or something). According to some reckoning, this is his birthday. So

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February has made it to the majority age, 21. It could already sign contracts, pose nude, and go to war on the 18th. But now that it's 21 it can also drink. Maybe it shouldn't drink that much. Because it's going to die at the age of 28, perhaps from over drinking. Some years it makes it to the ripe old age of 29, but not usually.

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 It's a very determined head, this head of the Creature Feature. Imagine what it could do with an entire body. "Darling Irene, I love you madly. And when I say madly I mean that in the clinical sense of the word. Please come back to me and let me love you. I'll try to satisfy you as much as I can, given my obvious limitations." I don't know that this video is the exact same movie, but it seems

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I was doing some pre-Spring cleaning today, with the boxes that I had, only a few. I started with some of my "library," books in the basement that are always the books I never can find when I want them anyway. They're already in boxes, for the most part. I have some in those big plastic totes you get at Walmart. But it's tough to find anything in them because they all look alike. I have a

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I was thinking of a guy I knew last in 1973. So I tried to find out all I could find about him on the internet, which wasn't a terrible lot. As I traced it, I discovered something that surprised me, that he wasn't still in the same town where I knew him. I found a tiny article at a newspaper site, from 1961. That gave his brothers name and a "Mr. and Mrs" who were his parents. I went to the

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I was sad to hear that Doug Fieger of The Knack died a few days ago. I still have my "Get The Knack" LP, which I always liked. Plus I have "But The Little Girls Understand," which I'm not really familiar with. With the first LP I know they were going for a Beatles tie-in: Capitol Records, the black '60s label, the band picture on the back, the title of the album. So that was exciting. And

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I was looking up some of the obituaries of people I used to know. A few were surprising, just Googling people I used to know, to find out they'd died. Then a few were ones of people I knew died, but I wanted to see what information there was, since I didn't clip the newspaper. I notice, just looking around the internet, that obituaries seem to be big business. That would be thanks to our

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It's topsy turvy time in the old psyche. Sometimes life comes slamming up against you and you're not expecting it. Your response to it -- if it's anything like mine -- is to pull back, yawn, and then obsess about it. There are people waiting for me and my answer -- and they're optimistic, but it might turn out that they have no reason to be. Which will be a massive letdown. Blah. What to do.

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We're suffering with winter here. The wind is crazy. Somehow they know a day or so ahead of time that it's going to be ferocious, and it usually is. I went out to the store at the edge of town and the wind, which knows the difference between town and country, was a lot worse out there. I was freezing. Also one of the doors on my car is frozen shut. I just hope they don't all freeze. I'll have

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I was outside today and decided to take a shot at some of the big icicles on the corners of the house. I got a garden rake out of the garage, one of the ones with the heavy tines. I took aim at one good corner, one with no obstructions, and in a couple of throws managed to knock down some good size ones. As thick as your arm. We have other corners, of course, but the problem with the next

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I read today somewhere that the Republicans, through a Bush speechwriter, are complaining that President Obama is killing too many terrorists! Yes, you read that right. Of course we know that whatever it is the Republicans will complain. But this is beyond the pale. Especially after eight years during which they insisted it was a WAR on terrorism. In war, what happens? People get killed when

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OK, I officially saw a "I hate the new Facebook, bring back the old one" group tonight. Presumably this group is different from the "I hate the new Facebook, bring back the old one" group from six months ago when they made changes. It's funny, the "old" Facebook they want to bring back is the "new" Facebook they hated six months ago. Maybe it'd be better just to settle back and get used to the

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Come on, Sarah Palin and Rick Perry, you can't be a patriotic American and want your state to secede from the Union at the same time. It seems like this would be obvious. They used to say "America -- Love It or Leave It." Now they seem to be saying, "America -- We Love It, We Want To Leave It." That doesn't make sense. Palin has big experience in this, having been associated with some Alaskan

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I went out and had a pizza at a place -- not a pizza place, but a regular restaurant where pizza is also served but you don't typically see it there. It's so rare I hadn't actually ever seen a pizza there even though I've been there 30-40 times. I take that back, I did see on in a box one time but never the actual pizza. I wanted to say that just for the sake of accuracy and because I know my

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Facebook has made some more changes to the presentation. So it's a matter of time -- 3, 2, 1 -- where there will be calls to bring back the "old" Facebook. Which was the "new" Facebook that they wanted to get rid of six months ago to bring back the "old" "old" Facebook. This is progress, constant changes. But at least there aren't as many updates as iTunes. So we can be thankful for small

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I didn't see the first half. Not that interested. But I turned on the TV to see The Who. Wanted to see them. What's left of them. So that sounded OK. Maybe you might wonder why they're on. I wondered that too. Since you'd think they go for something a little more cutting edge and new. But they know the demographics of this better than I. Then I saw some of the second half. Wow, an onside kick

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What I'm listening to right now is the album "Instant Replay" by the Monkees. By this time they were just Davy, Micky, and Mike. Peter was gone. But he is pictured, sort of, on the back cover, in a picture on a magazine cover. The words "Instant Replay" were big words about that time, when instant replay started happening in sports. As I remember it they even flashed the words "Instant Replay"

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The word "retarded" is in the news today. Sarah Palin, that old champion for political correctness (?), was taking Rahm Emanuel seriously to task for using the word "retarded." He even used it in regards to us liberals, that we're "retarded." So who better to defend us than that old champion for liberals (?), Sarah Palin? Maybe she thought he was implying that her son was a liberal! Actually

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I'd never listened to the David Crosby LP "If I Could Only Remember My Name." I've had it for years. Today I was looking at it and decided to look it up at All Music. They have it as his album pick and it has, I believe, 4½ stars. So I recorded it tonight on to my computer and took out some of the clicks and pops, because there were some notable ones. A few scratches on the vinyl that looked

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I wonder who was the first person to think of just putting a picture of a record on YouTube and then playing the record. I should've thought of that ... but didn't. I've done it a few times myself. The above record isn't one of mine. But it's one I listened to and it's a pretty cool song. A guy is being drafted and wants his girl to wait for him. The group, who I've never heard of before, does

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Is the amount on line 8 larger than that on line 5? If so, skip to line 10a. If not, enter the amount of line 8 on line 10b and skip to line 15. This isn't an actual example. I don't think it is.

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Sometimes I've smelled things in either a more accentuated or more exaggerated way. I had a real bout with it in October 2008, the condition of which I later discovered could be a case of "olfactory hallucinations." I've written out in in one or more of my blogs. One link. Two link. Three link. Four link. Five link. Generally, though, since then, I believe I'm smelling what there actually is to

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