sugar and spice and everything groovy
From the monthly archives:
I’ve been listening to a band from my youth, The Hooters. Gosh, they were good. It’s a shame they didn’t have more success. I wonder if it bothers them that their name is now being used for a silly theme restaurant? I used to have a Hooters T-shirt (from the restaurant) [...]
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I had the craziest epiphany…. why bother willing a phone to ring when it is quite easy to just pick it up and dial? If I am not careful, I may actually grow a pair of brass balls.
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I got back this morning around 10:00. My plane had left Chicago at 6:30. I left my hotel at 4:00. Work was difficult since I felt so tired but I pushed myself. Judy from across the street stopped by for a little chat just now. Our one neighbor is selling [...]
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A few days ago, I wrote about Bobo’s bright orange poop. Ever since then, my referrer’s log has shown far too many people coming to donnaville, searching for orange poop! ORANGE POOP! How weird is that? Did they go to the bathroom, see orange poop floating in the toilet and then [...]
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I spent most of last night at the Philadelphia International Airport. My plane was cancelled. I was then booked onto another flight. Sometime after midnight I arrived in Chicago. Once in my hotel room, I found a schedule on the floor. I immediately noticed my name on it. It reads:
Schedule [...]
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Last night, as I was setting my hotel room’s clock radio, I couldn’t find my favorite Chicago radio station, Oldies 104.3 WJMK. It’s been replaced with JACK-FM: “We play what we want!” I can no longer go to sleep with Dick Biondi and wake up to Paul Perry! I want my Oldies station [...]
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When the teacher has mastered all but English
French toast the English language
Inverse Kinematik -This I find disturbing –D
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Here’s a Web site that has a couple of stills from The Blob of the crowd rushing out of the Colonial Theater. Compare it to my exit.
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Why is it that when I nap with a little puppy cuddled against me, I sleep so much more deeply and arise feeling rested? I think of poor Elvis, popping pills to tackle insomnia when all he really needed was a little Bobo.
Tomorrow I head back to Chicago. It’s a short [...]
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I just uploaded a bunch of Bobo pictures to Lisa’s Web site, a bumpy road.
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