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    much better, thank you

    Wednesday, November 30th, 2005

    Hi, it’s Henry again. I’m feeling much better now; my fever came and went like a Bush campaign promise. Dad says some day I’ll understand why that’s funny; I’m starting to think he’s at least partly fulla crap, but whatever. Anyway, thanks for the kind regards. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got tiny fists [...]

    Bean Malaise

    Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

    My name is Henry, and I don’t feel so hot today. I’ve got a light fever. I was really pissed about it last night, but I’ve worked past most of the anger, I think. Once mom and dad got me out of that goddamn arctic sleeper thing they put me in, and into this comfortable [...]

    Concession

    Monday, November 28th, 2005

    Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve fought a pathetic race, one unworthy of the tiny gem of talent I stubbornly insist hides somewhere deep inside me, presumably under several layers of fat. Toward National Novel Writing Month‘s 50,000-word goal, I have advanced 1,800 and change. I think I spent a total of four hours on it before [...]

    god I love you, late night TV

    Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

    So far, during “Steel,” wherein Shaquille O’Neal plays a gigantic crime-fighter named “John Henry Irons”: • A street gang has robbed a bank using futuristic weapons • A very long chase has taken full advantage of its fast-paced setting: switching time at the train yard • Shaq has exhibited numerous feats of strength, including freeing [...]

    The Holidays are Coming …

    Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

    Ahem: Please try and act surprised when this arrives on your doorstep, from me, this XXX-Mas. If you’re extra good, I’ll toss some of this in for good measure.

    Hat!

    Monday, November 14th, 2005

    It’s been a while since I’ve done a tiny animal post. Wait no longer. This tiny dog belongs to Rose, the wife of my friend Kelly. I can’t remember this tiny dog’s name, just that he has this hat that he carries around with him when new people are in the house. Either it makes [...]

    Thanks, Vets.

    Friday, November 11th, 2005

    When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son It’s time to stop rambling ’cause there’s work to be done So they [...]

    FALL!

    Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

    But it’s a particularly lovely picture of a tree, isn’t it? As these things go, I mean.

    Hear Ye, Bitches.

    Monday, November 7th, 2005

    As of 5:09 p.m. Monday, November 7, 2005, I am officially taking the night off from kicking myself about not working on my Big Writing Project That I’m Not Telling You About Right Now So Please Don’t Ask, Seriously, I’m Not Kidding About the Not Asking. I have spent all day doing this, and I’m [...]

    NaADRUwrinIIIIiiii!!!!!

    Sunday, November 6th, 2005

    Viva NaDruWriNi!!!!!! And multiple exclamation points!!! I can’t remember if there’s something in the fine print about not correcting typos, particularly the ones induced by drunken reduction of motor control. Okay, regardless, from here on out I’m not correcting typose derived from booze, and not being ably to stop typing fingers. So I thoguht I [...]

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