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<title>Fishin&#38;#39; for ZooDuck (Book)</title>
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<title>Portal to the new journal</title>
<description>Oooooooo-o-o-o----oooo-ooo ! How scary. A portal.

It&#38;#39;s all shimmery and shit...  [Link To Item #918544] 

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<pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 22:53:51 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/340029</link>
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<title>jumpy nervous leg syndrome</title>
<description>I have JNLS or, &#38;#34;jumpy nervous leg syndrome&#38;#34;, as I call it. JNLS is not an actual medical term, it just acts as one in my mind. That&#38;#39;s right, sometimes when I am sitting in a chair, watching TV or working at my desk, or trying to go to sleep at night, one or both of my legs start jumping around on me. The muscles tense up and contract in little spasms t...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 22:24:38 EDT</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/318482</link>
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<title>Eggplant Parmesan</title>
<description>Bovet just called and asked me if I was free to tee off with him at Kizer tomorrow afternoon. I haven&#38;#39;t played golf in two weeks, but I had to turn him down. Man, I&#38;#39;d love to go smack a few balls around, but we&#38;#39;re supposed to be at my Aunt&#38;#39;s house tomorrow between 1 and 2 for a Christmas get-together. Yeah, I know, it&#38;#39;s a week early, ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2004 13:36:39 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/318471</link>
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<title>irregularities are good....</title>
<description>Except when talking about bowel movements, irregularities are awesome. 

The stitching on the pair of shoes in the store is crooked; not quite the way it&#38;#39;s supposed to be. It doesn&#38;#39;t hurt the performance of the shoe any, but it isn&#38;#39;t &#38;#34;perfect&#38;#34; either, so it&#38;#39;s 30% off. 

A lady cooks up a grilled cheese sandwich that somehow lo...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2004 17:01:25 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/318352</link>
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<title>Ambulance drivers don&#39;t get sick.</title>
<description>The past few months have seen health problem after health problem strike our little family. First Zach breaks both of his feet skateboarding in two seperate incidents- within a 5 week period. I miss all kinds of time at work taking him back and forth to his primary care and orthopedic doctors. Then, last week I had no sooner gotten to work, when I got a ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2004 09:44:51 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/318175</link>
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<title>Fingering the Rock</title>
<description>I am slowly coming to the realization that I have absolutely zero control over automobile&#38;#39;s windshields, and the pesky little rocks that somehow always seem to bounce up and crack mine while I&#38;#39;m driving down the highway. 

And it pisses me off... 

You never know when it&#38;#39;s going to happen. There are few precautionary measures you can take...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2004 14:43:41 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317884</link>
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<title>december 13</title>
<description>Been playing my new guitar a lot lately. I hope I keep it up, it&#38;#39;s such a pleasure to play the thing. I never knew one could play bar chords up and down the neck of the guitar without the use of a wrist brace, a vice-grip, and a bottle of ibuprofen. My other guitars had such bad problems with the &#38;#34;action&#38;#34; (strings too far away from the fretbo...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2004 12:23:18 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317864</link>
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<title>Whose Birthday is It?</title>
<description>Somebody&#38;#39;s birthday is on Monday, Dec 13, and I can&#38;#39;t for the life of me remember who it is. I was just thinking about it the other day. This person&#38;#39;s birthday always sneaks up on me, and I was determined not to forget it this year. Who has their damn birthday on 12&#47;13? I can&#38;#39;t remember. 

I&#38;#39;m probably going to get screamed at for f...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2004 17:36:37 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317491</link>
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<title>Lick me, fellas.</title>
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Interesting how word gets around about you, huh? I wrote a slappy little poem last month called  [Link To Item #910232] . I showed it to one of the marketing managers here, mainly because he&#38;#39;s on the same floor as me, only a few offices away and I know he&#38;#39;s a struggling golfer like myself. I thought he might get a kick out of it. Well he got mo...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2004 15:27:46 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317481</link>
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<title>Nice theory, Doc.</title>
<description>Only room for eight more entries after this one. Looks like I&#38;#39;ll have to start a new one soon. Anyway,  

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... thought I&#38;#39;d try out grim&#38;#39;s format for this entry. Look familiar? 

Yesterday: There I was writing out my little short story for the Writer&#38;#39;s Cramp, when I get a phone call from th...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2004 15:15:11 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317478</link>
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<title>Cedar</title>
<description>Wow. I made an entry to the Writer&#38;#39;s Cramp! Never done that before. It was fun, though. And I wrote something! 

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<pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2004 11:59:56 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317297</link>
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<title>flesh &#38; blood extensions of the virtual world.</title>
<description>How odd. Quirky and comfortable at the same time. 

Someone whose voice I haven&#38;#39;t heard but maybe a few times in my whole life, someone who I haven&#38;#39;t actually spoken to in probably a year and half, and whom I had never spoken with EVER before that... is sitting in her home, across the country in upstate New York, mixing a CD for me. 

The way the internet ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2004 15:29:23 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317136</link>
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<title>On the other hand....</title>
<description>On the other hand... &#38;#34;eventually&#38;#34; doesn&#38;#39;t do me any good in the workplace. The office atmosphere is drastically different, and that I can understand. In the business world everyone wants everything yesterday. 

I just spent the whole day doing everything immediately, if not sooner, and that&#38;#39;s perfectly ok with me... when I...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 17:03:14 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/317010</link>
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<title>Eventually is ok with me....</title>
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A friend told me the other day, that I should spend more time making a big deal out of things, and in doing so, I would see more and more things in my life that I needed to pay closer attention to. But I don&#38;#39;t like to make a big deal out of things. I can walk past the same ball of dog hair in the corner of my living room umpteen times before someth...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 13:05:51 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316978</link>
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<title>Ain&#39;t that Grand?</title>
<description>Our company&#38;#39;s holiday party is going to be a black tie affair held at the Driskill Hotel in downtown Austin. Valet parking, dinners with barely cooked, crunchy green beans, free taxi rides home for drunken employees and their guests, pinky in the air, napkin in your lap formalities and that sort of thing. Sounds nice, but I live an hour or more away ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 17:45:35 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316882</link>
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<title>Taking a mulligan...</title>
<description>Hi! My name is Mickey and I&#38;#39;m a compulsive liar. Honest! 

The person that normally writes stuff in here is temporarily unavailable. His whereabouts are classified as confidential information, and are being disclosed on a &#38;#34;need-to-know&#38;#34; basis only. We suspect that his absence will not be terribly missed today, as we have read the content of...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 16:36:15 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316522</link>
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<title>Unrest these quiet strings...</title>
<description>If the earth opened up and swallowed him whole today, would it leave behind the hat on his head, and spit out his shoes? The most tasteless parts of his existence are the places his feet won&#38;#39;t take him, as they disobey the instructions from his mind. 

A plain pair of brown Skechers, and a blue ZENITH EVAC TEAM cap were all that was left of him. Th...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2004 16:26:33 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316400</link>
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<title>The traffic is moving me...</title>
<description>Steamy mist of body heat rises from the group, 
dancing in the air above them, as they too,
dance- albeit heavily, in the clumsy ritual
of their coitus in the freezing morning air. 

Twenty of them, sturdy, brown and black, 
clustered together for warmth and pleasure, 
trampling the hoar frost beneath them, 
mingling, g...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 14:25:15 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316274</link>
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<title>Clouds blocking the sun....</title>
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About the Indiana guitars purchase:

I suppose I should add- for clarity, and so people don&#38;#39;t think I&#38;#39;m just made of money and can easily add a 65.00 per month payment to my budget (because I can&#38;#39;t!), I agonized a little bit before sealing the deal at Owen&#38;#39;s the other night. I agonized about how I was going to be able to squeeze anoth...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 10:07:59 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316249</link>
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<title>Back to the Grind</title>
<description>So, apparently I have something known as &#38;#34;bruxism&#38;#34;.

For people unfamiliar with the term, (as I was until I GoOgLeD it) it means that I grind my teeth together at night while I sleep. Marv says I do it all the time. I&#38;#39;m never aware of it obviously, because I&#38;#39;m asleep, but Marv says it sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard and wakes he...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 16:54:49 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316160</link>
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<title>Indiana Guitars</title>
<description>I love it when good stuff happens out of the blue that you weren&#38;#39;t really expecting. Like yesterday for example. 

It&#38;#39;s Zachary&#38;#39;s birthday today. He&#38;#39;s 15 now and we&#38;#39;d talked about getting him a nicer acoustic guitar than the old ancient one that he plays on now. Sort of a combined birthday and Christmas gift. So, on...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 11:41:00 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316125</link>
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<title>Michelangelo for two days</title>
<description>This weekend, I read The Agony and the Ecstasy by Oliver Stone. I found it very interesting, only because I have a profound hunger to read real accounts of real people who had real impacts on the world. 

In short, I&#38;#39;m nosey for inane, biographical details about the everyday lives of famous people in history.
 
Michelangelo was an amazing ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 17:41:27 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/316017</link>
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<title>unlock the shackles, raise the gate.....</title>
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Well, it&#38;#39;s 1:30pm on 11&#47;24&#47;04 as I&#38;#39;m typing this entry. Tomorrow is the turkey holiday, and our office will be leaving early today. Yes, in about 30 minutes they&#38;#39;ll unlock the shackles, and raise the iron gate so all of us can herd out of here and get started on the holday weekend. No, we don&#38;#39;t really have shackles or an iron gate, but ...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2004 14:58:55 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/315461</link>
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<title>PGA Partners Tour!</title>
<description>Somehow, I&#38;#39;ve gotten on the Professional Golf Association&#38;#39;s (PGA) Partners Tour mailing list. They sent me a letter yesterday inviting me to be a member for 1.00 per month. As such, I will receive discounts on all kinds of things; rounds of golf, balls, clubs, green fees, travel, etc. 

From time to time, members may also be sent golf equipment...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2004 16:25:00 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/314876</link>
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<title>Troublesome Projectile.</title>
<description>Oh silent, dimpled orb,
why do you defy me? 
Hopping smartly, 
from bush to bramble, 
pine to puddle.
My ire stoked, 
my brain befuddled.  

I&#38;#39;ve followed you
around all day, 
hoping for a chance to play,
But you skip along,
without a sound. 
Defying me,
you can&#38;#39;t be found. 

Troublesome projectile struck
Out of bounds, and out o...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2004 14:48:06 EST</pubDate>
<link>http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/314868</link>
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