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The Death of Surveys
Sometime in the next 24 months I’ll have been keeping online journals for twenty years. So, here’s a Survey to suggest perhaps that time was wasted. How old will you be in 5 years? Dead, which k...
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, krishna, krishna, hare, hare
Bored shitless, or maybe just constipated, I followed a link to some latter-day mild article on “the environment” that was mostly tips on gas economy in cars. I came across this sentence “… shitt...
The vagaries of Whemp
It is a new day. Seriously, I checked my cell phone and it was one number closer to my demise than yesterday. Most calendars don’t give a shit one way or the other about my demise. My cell phone ...
Less tumors more kvetching
No brain tumor, not for me, sorry if you got one, though, you’ll be a hit at your kids show and tell especially if you’re also a clown or a fireman. Both my GF and daughter texted me in the docto...
OD theme; Kindness
This week’s theme punched me in the gut then kneed my nuts. Tell us about an act of kindness. It should be easy, I’m pressed for time but not hard pressed. The immediate present hasn’t been fille...
Where was I? Oh. Here. Still
There is no killing time without injuring eternity — HDT I’m in the limbo between an appointment and nothing. When I was gifted a lifetime membership to OD, a year before the chronic crashes and ...
The price of fog
Fog this morning until around nine. It’s different this far inland, denser, not thicker, there just isn’t any airiness. Swamp fog. There’s a song I always associate with inland swamp fog; There...
Woof
There’s a dog on this street, close I believe, who barks at the same time every morning, in the same cadence, for the same amount of time. He or she has a routine. Routines are comfortable for ma...
Beyond the Pale
Wrote some other stuff, didn’t care for it. Called one plumber and a couple of shrinks. Plumbers answer their phone. How many shrinks do you have to call to get an appointment? I don’t know, I su...
Sweet Misery
Fuzzy newborn chick with a trout strapped to his back is hanging on a dorm room wall. An eighteenth-century lithograph of the hanging of a witch with the caption “hang in there baby”. These were ...
Caution; unsavory words and thematic elements
They didn’t literally prescribe; Ass fuck, take twice daily before lubrication. They came very close to literally writing; he’ll have nothing and like it (the like it part is hyperbole). I don’t ...
Beg pardon, what?
The mercury is creeping on ninety, or, would be if I had mercury in my thermometers. Every digital device I have, including the home thermostat, has a different theory on the very empirical immed...
Interns in the Mist
Healthcare clusterduck today. Oh, not trying to be coy, GF’s phone auto-corrects to the politest when it’s not being entirely revisionist, mine does just the opposite. I’ve gotten used to typing ...
Shelter from the storm
PSU, Portland State University. Don’t fret never having heard of it, I hadn’t either when I applied. I only applied to schools in places I wanted to live; Portland, OR and Albuquerque, NM. I was ...
Flash Monday; A russian Soul
When the mob began to swell I was going to swell along. That force that drives us down the short boulevard needed me somewhere else. I woke up in someone’s bathtub, days later, or maybe just hour...
Win Win Whine
Started dreaming again, medication has changed. In a broad sense I suppose I’m neutral, day to day, however, it’s fucking weird. How do you people manage to do stuff? I could suggest my dreams ar...
... And the dawg's still barking
Shit, I don’t remember why I orphaned this, it’s slept with the computer for at least two nights, tucked away in the lower right. I barely remember writing it. I think that wouldn’t happen so oft...
Dog world
Until I met the once and future Mrs. Ex-Haredawg, sometime around the middle of the crack of 1978, I hadn’t realized I wanted kids. I hadn’t even thought about it, though I did carry a condom in ...
Of Hashtags and folk
Hashtag Walkaway, can anybody give me a coherent and positive explanation of what the fuck this is? I’m serious, no argument or judgement, unless we have wildly different notions of what coherent...
This is the title, this is its spout
Journal writing is a bitch, the straight day to day sort of shit. Weird as it seems after eighteen years of keeping an online journal, I don’t much care of the core of the idea; not in general, b...
Get behind the Mule
There was a diarist here (no matter where here is), one of few I think about who either isn’t dead or pretending to be (there’s the story of John Irish, if you’re really bad and you don’t know, I...
Didn't mean to say it but I meant what I said
More desktop orphans below. Not sure why that keeps happening. Sure, I have a laundry list of how it happens, but at some point the events are excuses the truth of things are in the outcome; half...
Sams Day
It’s the fourth of July in the Western Hemisphere, at least this side of the Greenwich, um, mean line? Christ I’m losing pieces of memory. Greenwich and mean are definitely part of it. I used to ...
More of the Same now with more sameness
Fish Tacos. What do fish tacos have to do with anything? Same as anything else, I guess, they don’t have to do with much except fish tacos. I like fish tacos. It’s been a while since I had one. I...
A litter of Dog Days
I woke somewhere near the crack of dawn, at least it smelled like the crack. It was in the mid seventies as the sun rose and the windows were all fogged with condensation. The whole first half of...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
