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Time, constant and always ticking has a funny way of distorting itself in our memoriesl. We say our kids grow up too fast or that the Dot Com bubble seems like ages ago, yet there are people alive in America today who grew up without planes or cars, let alone satellite, microwaves, and iPods. The [...]
Kicking back and taking this year off. I’ll update Photos though. Have a good ’11. See you in 2012.
Thanksgiving
Posted: November 25, 2010 in RandomTags: after hours, facts, Meunster, monkey, musings, Stoon
It’s that time of year again. It’s our annual pilgrimage. Just as the grizzlies of Yellowstone migrate to the upper elevations of the Absaroka in search of hearty pine nuts before winter takes hold, we humans too have a migration. Our migration comes in many forms but the end result is the same. Planes, trains, [...]
Dook sits high and dry No one to see the glory Plumbing is Ruined
My first day off the job today. Almost, went as expected. Keyword being almost. If you zoom in on the word almost you may see dog shit, miscut wood, cat urine, and blindness. All in all I had a great day, though.
There was a day in the not too distant past where I proclaimed I’d never buy another pair of computer speakers again. My inventory was near 100. After liquidating my cache of speaks and subs, I was left with one pair. Going minimalistic, only the bare essentials. Now that Merle Haggard has chewed the power [...]
A flick of the light switch and the shop goes dark. A chapter is closed, to be permanently entombed like Hoffa. Wheat fields to be harvested into four lane highways. Future generations not knowing what life lessons of mine they pass over at 65 miles per hour. It was seven years ago, wheels spinning and [...]
My appetite for something extraordinary makes my stomach groan like an engine trying to turn over. Obviously I haven’t been putting the right kind of fuel in my engine. It sits stalled out in a pasture with the grasses slowly growing and creeping. The cranial engine sits rusting, grasses slowly reclaiming it, never to run [...]
Erosion from guilt and pressure The only thing that keeps me from crumblin’ Are these Pillars of Pain Formed through the years and sculpted with tears Why’s my foundation these pillars of pain My compass is spinning as I wonder why Cannot they see the flood in my eyes Why must I cry Why must [...]
