“Mommy! Daddy! I caught a fish!”
The fish in question, well, it was a fish. It was just… dead. Making an educated guess that the fish didn’t die in transit from the water to the edge of the blanket, both I and my wife congratulated our son, took the fish gratefully (and with delicate fingers), and [...]
[The scene is pure darkness. Not a thing to be seen. This is because you are listening to an audio recording some years in the future, a future which you cannot imagine, and perhaps you like listening to audio recordings in the future with your eyes closed, anyway, so you cannot see the hovercars zooming [...]
He nearly spilled it, walking in the door.
I could see him futzing around with something in the kitchen through my office door. I was meant to be working on… something. Some thing or other for a client, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, wrestle that gigantic thing into a more manageable one thing [...]
The great, big burning question is: Are we responsible for the economic meltdown? Wait, wait, don’t call it an economic meltdown, call it… a slow down.
Horoscopes are out, and this issue also sucks. Sorry.
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We’re back from vacation, and yes, indeedy, we took one.
Sane is out this week, in horoscope format only. Which is not particularly exciting and one needs to ask if it’s worth it. We’ll see.
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As semi-promised, we are on vacation this week. Vaciones, as the French or Spanish say.
Don’t forget to eat your veggies while we’re away.
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No one knows where they came from, no one knows where they were going to.
And when the paint factory exploded, to be honest, no one cared.
Horoscopes are out, and this issue sucks. Sorry.
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Enjoy your week.
The next few weeks are going to be dicey, in terms of horoscopes AND the main issue (as opposed to the [...]
“Look, I’m here to tell you it’s all going to be okay. Well, except that.” He was pointing at my handbag. My $700 handbag, bought for me by my husband. Well, by ‘bought’ I mean I bought it. He sent my off on a trip to the mall to get my something for my birthday. [...]
This week we have horoscopes, and horoscopes only, I’m afraid.
I think it’s finally the Hollywood writers’ strike catching up with us…
So see you next week, chaps.
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RedRoom.com update: Rising! Woohoo! The founder, dear, sweet founder, is firmly at #80, out of 999 authors on RedRoom.com. He feels loved, he tells us all. Constantly. We wish he’d [...]
