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Coming in like a lion in Normal entries
On Monday and Tuesday of this week I took pictures out the front door of this house. I had put the garbag can, your standard big ass garbage can of this day and age, designed to be lifted by a sm...
Side saddle on the golden calf in Normal entries
About a decade ago my ex wife got into an online argument with some anonymous woman on facebook for leaving a simple on word note on some shit or other I had posted. The word; Awesome. Sunny lit ...
Swimming in a fishbowl in Normal entries
Ok, so I’ve been watching this show, a remake of an older TV show, and instead of saying it’s name and then declaring that I will never admit to watching it in public, I’m going to pretend this i...
And it's time time time in Normal entries
Sometimes I just spew my opinion onto these pages like a trick full of cheap bourbon in Hombre’s room of a border time meat market. This is different. Your don’t have to like the Rain Dogs alb...
How else does one get there from here in Normal entries
Traditionally there are four kinds of whisky. The differences between them — you either already know or don’t care, but it’s the type and amount of grain. Three are named after the country of ori...
Took my rider by my side in Normal entries
A few years back a team of sound engineers with love in their heart and methodical hands cleaned up all thirty nine Robert Johnson songs from the original recordings. In 1971 my father, may he r...
Snow falling on birch in Normal entries
I get nostalgic near the tail end of February. Of course the tail end of May, September and November too. I think a lot of people do, there’s something primal, instinctual, deep in the muscle mem...
The narrow road to the deep north in Normal entries
This song has nothing to do with nothing, I mean to me, if it does to you, I’m sorry, my intention was not to pick at that particular scab. I was thinking about the song today but mostly because...
From out the womb whence-ward in Normal entries
In a few hours I will officially be older than dirt. Well, topsoil, but, still … I dusted off a Waterford crystal Old Fashioned glass and poured three fingers (those would be horizontal fingers, ...
Yep, cold in Normal entries
When I woke up it was negative 13 degrees outside, with windchill negative 27. That’s cold. Here’s a reverse madlib, pick your favorite cuss word and then add it to this sentence “It’s colder tha...
Because you look just like a commie and you might just be a member in Normal entries
I read in rolling stones the other day that Detroit audiences are the greatest rock and roll audiences in the world. I said ‘Shit, I’ve known that for ten years’ — Bob Seegar 38 years ago damn n...
The direction in Normal entries
I woke up different this morning, different than how I normally wake up. It took time to piece together the who, the where and why of myself. It’s not something you think about very often; I mean...
Some Sunday in Normal entries
The best laid plans of mice and men — that’s right I had planned on spending the month in a cage eating cheese and learning to push the reward lever instead of the punishment lever, and maybe run...
Wednesday already? in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs
The flag of piracy flew from my mast my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate as a first mate, she couldn’t sail but she should could sing — Springsteen Every few months that line ...
Flash friday, a day late and unprompted in Flash Friday
“ So, if you could get away with any crime, what would do?” “You mean like kill someone?” “Jesus, why does everyone go straight to murder?” “Maybe it’s the tedium of the question, I mean when I w...
Hamsters in the mist (the creamy salsa verde mist) in Normal entries
Two things I learned during a half hour of used television that I may or may not have napped through 40 percent of; There are multiple meanings of Panty Hamster, none of which have anything to d...
A soft rant, 100 percent organic and unedited in Normal entries
Sometimes I brag that I know a little bit about a lot of things. It’s not meant to be a boast; it’s true. It’s also a handicap, and, as it implies, I don’t know a lot about anything. That’s not e...
Full disclosure; I’ve had a cold that’s been hard to shake and it’s swollen up every joint that’s ever had an injury. Physiology, not doobies. Though speaking of Doobies added to my list of reaso...
Sex Crime 1984(for the love of big brother) in Normal entries
A few weeks ago I was lying in bed with two of my favorite mammals, one of whom was giggling at my commentary on the news; the other was licking his tail. It was early on in the Sony Hack Story, ...
Flash Thursday, no prompt, BOLO in Flash Friday
“You’re quite a bit over-qualified for this job Mr. Dawg.” “I realize How good I look on paper, ma’am, but in real life I’m quite a bit dumber than I look.” “Even So … you applying for a line coo...
First off this song began as a means to an end, for me I mean, and, of course, it’s always all about me. I had this much older, less rude song stuck in my head. As a kid the piano bench to the b...
Sans prompts it all unravels in Flash Friday
“What’s wrong with him?” “Lights off ; everybodies home.” “MPD? Bi-polar?” “Bi-polar like a fox.” “You know I’m standing right here.” “You know you’ve referred to yourself twice now in the third ...
“What’s the damage?” “Forty for the gas and five bucks for the corn nuts and battery acid.” “What flavor?” “Christ are you gonna have a litter of puppies every damn time? I got you live wire once...
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home in Normal entries
Yes. I have been listening to old Steve Winwood, why do you ask? The year is young and my entries paltry but two, now, have early Winwood titles. He was just a kid when he sang with the Spencer D...
Object lesson in Normal entries
Perhaps I’m best as a blogging object lesson; don’t think too tight or type too loose. I’m not sure what that means exactly but I’m dang sure that’s the object lesson. If I was just keeping a dai...