Another call to Human Resources about your errant blogger.

Apparently telling your employees, “I’m deaf in one ear and don’t give a shit with the other.” is not a proper response when they ask for yet another day off to watch cartoons and get off to anime porn. Kids these days…

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I’ve listened to Paul Simon lately. Once you get past the fact he sounds like a 10-year-old boy who knows a few African singers, his music is groovy.

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A guy at work had a heart attack. They put in four stints, told him to quit smoking and cut back on the bacon cheeseburgers. We took up a collection to help buy him smokes and a gift card to McDonald’s. He’s not all that popular at work.

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In the War on Poverty, you don’t always get to choose the battlefield.

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I spent much of 2011 thinking about things that don’t matter. Funny how all the things don’t matter manage to convince us that they do matter. Worry is a snake oil salesman promising to cure our worries by selling us more worry.
Is a self-fulfilling Ouroborus redundancy a bit repetitive?

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It ended at Christmas. I was given a book entitled Quit your Job & Move to Key West . I’ve never been to Key West but as a fan of warm weather, Rum, and travel it’s always held a strong appeal to me. I received the book from an Aunt who visits there often and intends on retiring in the Conch Republic as soon as possible. How I got from reading that book to writing again is a mystery to me now. Perhaps it was a reminder of the world outside of my meeting the turn of the calendar. All that resolution jazz never sounded good to me. But I probably picked up some of the new year mojo while thinking about all the things I’ve yet to do. Back to the Bucket List and all…
Either way. I like the book, plan to visit The Rock, and found myself remembering that old Duffy likes to write fiction as a way of dealing with facts.

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The renewal of one’s self within the world is necessary because pushing to be ourselves is often overwhelmed by the pull to be someone else. Someone more responsible, more respectable, more efficient, more generous, move giving…or less of all those things. This may be why a million people will brave the cold to watch a stupid ball drop.
A collective, “LET ME BE ME THIS YEAR!”

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I had this idea once for a novel with a soundtrack. Every chapter he title is also a song that could/should be listened to while reading the chapter. A chapter titled, “Stairway to Heaven” for example in which the action builds slowly up to a loud climax descending into a moment of realization for the character. Movies have soundtracks, why not novels?

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TV commercials that encourage kids to turn off the TV and go outside are as silly as using tobacco taxes to pay for cancer treatment. If little Joey turns off the TV he might forget why and turn it back on for guidance. He misses the commercial and boom! he’s back to eating Doritos and wondering why Mommy doesn’t love Daddy. Tobacco Taxes. The number of people now smoking impacts future cancer treatment needs but only pays for current treatments.
As people quit smoking NOW, they’ll be less money NOW and in the Future to pay for cancer treatments. If I smoke for 20 years and then stop I stop paying the Sin Tax even though I’ll probably still have some cancer issues later…
So which does the government want?
Do they want people to keep smoking so they can collect Sin Taxes to pay for Sins?
Or do they want people to quit smoking and thus leave the system bankrupt so the “non-Sinner” can pay more “non-Sin Taxes” to cover treatment for the Born Again Sinner?

This is what happens when Government attempts to divide folks up into Sinners and Non-Sinners.

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A woman in Colorado died when she ran a stop light and T-boned another vehicle. When investigating the accident the police found she sent a text message about 30 seconds before the stoplight camera saw her cross the intersection. The text message said, “Kewl.” and was sent to her 13-year-old son.

If you’re not smart enough to realize a text message is not more important than staying alive, at least have the sense to make sure you hit spell check.
If only for the children’s sake.
Learn to spell.

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Well, I never cared much for money
And money never cared for me
I was more like a landlocked sailor
Searching for the emerald sea
Just searching for the emerald sea, boys
Searching for the sea

-That’s Me, Paul Simon

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