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Tuesday

My uncle died on Tuesday. About a month ago, so I’ve been told, he went deaf, and finding this a curious state, he found a doctor to see what the matter was. Turns out he had tumors in his brain, and they were threatening to squeeze grey matter through his ears like toothpaste from a tube. He had an operation. They pulled a mass from his brain…

Something to be said

There’s something to be said for staying quiet. I once tried to speak and spook instead, and let me tell you, that was an embarrassment, yes the proverbial egg had cracked and dribbled down its partner chin that day. In high school I tried to take a vow of silence, would write out standard comments on flimsy flash cards, refuse to answer questions, though…

Go Forth and Set The World on Fire

There’s something to be said for religious mania. Sure it leads to all manner of terrible things–deaths and crusades and the occasional ill-advised pop/Christian cross-over album, but you have to admire all that bravado in the name of the lord. The sheer, what?, self-confidence required to think that the supreme creator of the universe (with its billions of stars and trillions of ants)…

Maybe they don’t show up on infrared at all…

I was going to write a blog post (mostly about Aliens and the assassination of Abraham Lincoln), but I can’t quite seem to get any traction in my brain. So, instead, I’m going to post pretty pretty pictures I’ve been drawing lately.

I started drawing again recently, stealing pictures from the Facebook (or whatever kids are calling it these days). It’s good to give myself a break from writing and let my brain and fingers do something else for a while. It’s not the only means of distraction my brain and fingers engage in, but it’s a fun bite-sized activity. It takes me about an hour to draw each picture.

Hopping

I think I’ll only hop today. Yes, because it is the leap year, but that’s not the only reason. It seems my right leg has run away with Angelina Jolie’s (they met at the Oscars). And now my left leg knows just how Jennifer Anniston feels. I only hope it looks that good when it’s middle-aged but dating younger men. I am…