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Month: February 2004

There Is No Spoon

There Is No Spoon

Can you see like Neo? I can! First to tell me how many there is gets bonus points. 😉 Sorry it’s not bigger than it is. I thought I created a 1600×1200 pixel image, but for some reason it turned out only 800×600. When I realized my mistake, my computer programs no longer wanted to cooperate. Doh! Share this post:

Silly Song of States

Silly Song of States

Not long ago, I received an e-mail thanking me for having posted the lyrics of a particular song somewhere on Jimbo’s web site; it had been nagging at the person who wrote me, and apparently it was nowhere else to be found on the net. The lyrics were as follows: What did Delaware to Georgia’s party down in Maryland? She wore a New Jersey that Virginia bought in Michigan. Did you see that Tennessee did see a saw in Arkansas?…

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Dementedly Idiotic Composition

Dementedly Idiotic Composition

Introducing sensational historical references. Inaugural composition fascinated audiences. Invitation obligated creatively untroublesome, satisfying entertainment. Secondary composition undoubtedly interested poetically intelligent audiences, ultimately bewildering industrious competitors. Additional poetical competition literally, frustratingly lobotomized laborious society. Subsequential composition demonstrated elocution agility. Appropriate commentary ambitiously imitated numerously quantifying dictionary recreation, exercising retardedly enjoyable activity, terrifying catatonic communities. Definitive composition? Criminally stupefying, creatively terrifying, sexually satisfying procedural activity. Expressively elaborate. Judiciously immaculate. Nevertheless, rationally irrational—dementedly idiotic. Communicate! Appreciate qualifying commentary. Share this post:

Me and the Boys #5: Joe Blake

Me and the Boys #5: Joe Blake

It was like every young adult novel or after-school special, with the new kid walking into the classroom in the middle of the school year and the teacher introducing him as a transfer from some school far away. Naturally, he was heartbreakingly cute, with that ’80s spiked hair straight out of Tiger Beat and heavenly brown eyes. The girls literally sighed. Our drama teacher, Ms. Dwyer—God bless her—put him in my group. I was directing a scene out of You…

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