Archive for October, 2007

When you sleep, where do your fingers go?

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Mine write apparently.

I went to bed last night with a pen and a notecard on my bedstand. Between klaxons from my alarm (I hit snooze a few times) I wrote the following:

I felt paused. Was this clock still driving the ship of my time? Or had it abandoned me for it’s own purpose.

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As I write this I use short–straight–strokes. Just like Joe.

I think that they qualify as flash fiction–microfiction perhaps.

To understand the use of the em–dash, I suggest you visit Grammar Girl.

Conversations about Crisco, or why Google is starting to Scare me

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Before you get all grossed out and stuff. It’s in reference to
Hey, I don't make the rules.  It's in the book!

aanway. Platonic-friend becky are talking about hanging out this weekend, and that we’d better have something to do, or we’re gonna have to whip out the Crisco.

The creepy part is how my gmail processed the message.

A little backstory, google reads your mail. In gmail they read your messages and give you advertising based on the contents of your email. Weeeeell I got this ad…

5 star saddle pad
Up to 75% discount, $9.99 Cotton, quilted, wither protection mwsaddleryinc.com have figured out that Crisco + Me = being ridden like a horse…

This disturbs the hell out of me.

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