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Most people have heard of the Boston Tea Party. Few people have heard of the far less successful Portland Soap Party.
The question has been posed: What are you having a hard time with?
Getting this song out of my head:
They say that when an earworm strikes, one should try to mentally sing over it. Something catchy, like “The Spider-Man Theme”, or “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine.” This doesn’t always work. But sometimes, it works too well.
As I was driving to brunch yesterday, I heard a jingle on the radio that just felt like it would turn into an earworm. I don’t even remember it now, just something about “a wiggly tooth.” Anyway, somehow during the meal I said something that reminded me of the song above. And voila, the wiggly tooth was utterly forgotten, swept aside by “Bare-nare-NEE-nare! Science! Bare-nare-NARR-nare!”
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The ferry vanished into the fog. No turning back now. Ann and Jim would stay overnight on late Uncle Sid’s spooky island as per the will.
My seeming addiction to blogging challenges has led me to register for Thing-a-Day. For each of the 28 days of February, participants are challenged to spend “up to 30 minutes a day creating something. It doesn’t have to be spectacular, it doesn’t even have to be good.” How might this something be created? It doesn’t matter, but some suggestions are: knit, cook, code, paint, record, grow, solder, mix, spin, draw, and write. So one could simply share 28 recipes (with, I suppose, a photo of each completed dish,) or even more simply, write 28 “humorous essays” (in other words, slightly longer versions of one’s usual blog posts.)
I have some fun ideas in the queue, but of course with life, the universe, and everything else to deal with, some photos of macaroni and cheese will inevitably creep in. But that’s okay, as the whole point of the challenge is to provide a daily creative exercise and enable participants to enjoy the “pleasure of making stuff and sharing it.”
The question has been posed: What do you feed the monster under your bed?
Monster? What monster?
Oh, him? I don’t really feed him. I think he scavenges on socks and such. He seems to particularly enjoy gloves and rubber sandals, but he seems to be unable to finish an entire pair. I think he also ate a knit cap that I haven’t seen in a while, a Padres t-shirt, and the belt off my bathrobe.
Hmm. Now that I think about it, I probably should be feeding him.
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At a Japanese bistro, we met one last time. Twinkling eyes peeked over gray menus. “Fugu!” you suggested. We laughed. And drank to us.
When I saw that the title of the latest Sunday Stealing was The Stupid Evil Bastard Meme I just knew I’d have to do it. But, since it’s fifty questions long, I’ve decided to add “Lazy” to the mix and do it in sections.
- 1. What time did you get up this morning?
- Early enough to freak out that my alarm clock hadn’t gone off. Then I remembered that today was Sunday. Then I freaked out with joy. Then I went back to sleep.
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2. How do you like your steak?
- Let’s say flame broiled, with some sort of black peppercorn sauce, with a side of some nice garlic mashed potatoes and gravy, and maybe some sautéd yellow squash and zucchini, glazed carrots, or steamed broccoli and cauliflower. Waiter! Make it so!
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3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
- It is still Tron: Legacy. And I am still paying off the high interest credit card installments on the 3D IMAX tickets.
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4. What is your favorite TV show?
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5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
- Somewhere exotic. Underwater in a coral reef. Or a converted subterranean missile bunker. Or an isolated old farmhouse on a dreary coastline, there to speak in riddles and dispense clues to hapless investigators.
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6. What did you have for breakfast?
- A hamburger and pasta salad. It was a lunchy brunch, a lunchy brunch indeed.
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7. What is your favorite cuisine?
- I like the efficiency of food bars: unwrap, eat, move on. Look, it’s the year 2011. If I can’t have a robot butler, a flying car, or an atomic powered foot massager, I can at least eat like it’s the future.
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8. What foods do you dislike?
- I don’t like calamari. People always seem to order it as a group appetizer. I always taste a piece or two just to be a good sport. Thinking that, just maybe, the last five or ten places I’ve tried it have each managed to screw it up. But, nooooo, that has yet to be the case.
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9. Favorite Place to Eat?
- That changes so often that by the time I’ll have written something down, I’ll have already found a new favorite.
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10. Favorite dressing?
- As in salad dressing? I would say tacos.
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Suddenly forgotten, Kim tumbled to the ground. Her putative abductor had just been beguiled by an enormous light bulb.
It’s time for Five on the Fifth, a monthly event in which you are encouraged to take five photos on (or leading up to ) the fifth of the month, and then share them. You may take five random photos, or follow the monthly theme. This month, the theme is fun and games.
I elected not to follow the theme. Instead, I present you with five nearly random photos and a semi-poem.
Once the object of your desire, now a burden to be borne.
A cracked wall, a fading sign. The signs of time’s passing.
Walk toward the light, my ghost!
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