JACK DOES HIS THING
January 31, 2011
Jack Frost was up all night painting. I don’t know where he finds the patience.
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EXPERIMENTAL GARDEN
January 30, 2011
This is the experimental section of Sadlar’s Garden. Sadlar? He’s a gentle gardening monster and appears as a supporting character in more than a few of my children’s fantasies.
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A SENTENCE BY H. RIDER HAGGARD
January 29, 2011
Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. That about sums it up, wouldn’t you agree? H., . to his friends, wrote one of my all time favorites, SHE. (who […]
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CARTOON FRIDAY 87
January 28, 2011
“This is it? I was hoping for something a trifle more ostentatious.”
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GRETA GARBO KWIZ ANSWER
January 27, 2011
It was a bit of a trick question because Greta, of course, wanted to do all of those things. She did, in fact, accomplish four of the five. So the answer is the one thing she wanted to do and never did. Which was? She never captained a tugboat, although she was a deck hand […]
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GRETA GARBO KWIZ
January 26, 2011
Greta Garbo didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to: a. play second base for the St. Louis Browns. b. become the world’s best yodeler. c. captain a tug boat. d. live in the hollowed out trunk of a tree. f. swim with otters.
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KUBRICK’S RUBE
January 25, 2011
AN EDWARD LEAR STYLE LIMERICK
January 24, 2011
There was a Young Man of Woonsocket Who kept a live owl in his pocket Whenever it sneezed, he fell to his knees That tipsy Young Man of Woonsocket
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4 MILD LOON CURSES
January 23, 2011
1. May your comb be eaten by a burro. 2. May your favorite shoes be filled with nectar. 3. May you grow an extra set of ears and then go deaf. 4. May you fall down and break your nicest shirt.
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A SENTENCE BY JOSEPH CONRAD
January 22, 2011
In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. Way to put us native speakers to shame, Joe.
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