Well, Damn

They were selling magazine subscriptions (I don't really read Victorian Gentlemen's Quarterly or Lounge Lizards) and Luxury Vacations to Exotic Locations (I don't know that Delouth is really all that exotic, though). And I really was looking forward to those cookies.

Should I be Worried About This?

There seems so be a herd of Flying Gila Monsters outside my door. I don't know whether they want to sell me magazine subscriptions, candy or girl scout cookies.
I hope it's cookies. I could totally do with some thin mints or samoas right about now...

Well, actually, it's on the side.

Whenever I loose something, I look on my refrigerator; it's usually pinned there, whatever it is. The other day, we lost the car in our parking lot, so we walked all the way home and - lo and behold - there it was, stuck on the refrigerator with the hedgehog magnet.

loose leaf

She held the book by the spine and shook it vigorously, as though waiting for something to fall out. And then they did, falling like leaves onto the carpet, words and letters scattering everywhere.
"Ah ha!" she said, picking one of them up. "That's the word I was looking for! Now, where was I?"
"Expounding, I think." I said.
She continued talking, forgotten word found, while I was left to clean up the mess and put all the words back. At least I like how the ending turns out now.

I like pears

My pear was talking to me this morning at breakfast.
"Please," it said, "I need your help. I've lost something very important to me, and I think you might know where it got off to."
I was a little startled to hear my pear, but I wasn't about to use silly arguments like "you can't possibly be talking," since evidence was to the contrary. Instead I asked him what it was he lost.
"It's just a little thing, a spot that I'd been working on for the past few days. You may have seen it, it was over here, on my stem-end."
"Yes, I think I have.", I said, "What an odd thing to loose, a spot."
"I know, but can you help me?"
"I think I can." I said, and finished eating my breakfast.

Please close the door

There are things that slip through half-closed doors. Things that are neither here nor there, that are half in, half out of this place and that. And if you want to keep them out (which believe me, you do) close the door or open it. Do not leave it hanging so, halfway between, halfway in, halfway out.

We Stand Resolute.

I really only have one resolution this year. I know, I know, they're silly things to set, arbitrary goals that never amount to anything. But it's a simple one: Fail at keeping my resolutions.
Actually, I'd like to see a computer deal with that one, maybe I'll borrow Roderick from Rita...