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December 8, 2011
DEPUTY AMBASSADOR
December 7, 2011
The United States deputy ambassador-at-large to the United Nations reacts to a perceived slight.
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DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS SR.
December 6, 2011
WARNING
December 5, 2011
This pleasant and harmless looking gathering of blooms is not what it appears to be. The loon’s triffid has informed the loon that these attractive little creatures are the triffid’s cousins, a subset of triffid known as frenzy triffids. They are not unlike the deadly piranha fish of South America. Those crimson splashes aren’t innocent. In fact, they hint at a recent and most bloody tale. And those pods, 3 across the top, one lower left? A committee of Venusian anthropologists studying the culture of frenzy triffids.
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THE TWO SISTERS
December 4, 2011
Once upon a time, and a very fine time it was, there lived at the edge of a forest in a faraway land a wealthy woodcutter and his two daughters. The sisters were twins, one comely, the other goly. They ran a boutique doublet shoppe next to the sawmill and were quite content. The comely twin sat all day, sewing and singing happily. The goly twin went out and about to fetch the finest wool from local and not so local shepherds. Sometimes princes stopped by in snow-white coaches pulled by six gold horses to ask the comely sister to wed.
“I’ll only wed when the moon is dead, and a dragon files my teeth,” the comely sister would say.
“All righty then,” princes would reply, backing away and going off to find a maiden somewhat less insane to marry.
This went on for years until the comely sister was a cackling crone and the goly sister had built herself a mud hole to live in next to a lake. A long time passed, and the sisters were buried, both of them having previously died. From the comely sister’s grave grew a hedge which cackled when the wind blew. From the goly sister’s filled in mud hole of a grave grew a shrieking hedge. And to this day, if you stand on a spot halfway between the cackle and the shriek, your feet will get wet. You’ll be standing in a creek.
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A SENTENCE BY JUDITH STEVENS
December 3, 2011
The first light of dawn was green, and the sky filled with clouds, steam rising from dry ice.
Ms. Stevens deals nicely with daybreak in her hippie commune book, Rancho Armadillo.
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CARTOON FRIDAY 131
December 2, 2011
“I got all the answers, Boss. I used to matriculate. Go ahead, ask me what it’s like to teach Introduction to English Literature I.”
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THE PHANTOM SINGER
December 1, 2011
The phantom singer appeared one night
and gave the loon a friendly fright
when she opened her mouth and blasted his woes
with a cacophonous brassy “Anything goes”.
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A LEAF DISAPPEARS
November 29, 2011
So it came to pass that the reddest of the leaves fell from the tree and vowed then and there to travel beyond the veil of time. And lo, it faded to ghostly white before mine eyes and vanished, leaving behind a single inch of stem for me to carry near my heart. Alack only. Nary an alas.
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