Sunday Scribbles #31 - Bedtime Stories

Once upon a time, in a Land filled with instant gratification, there lived an Urban Princess. The Princess was due at the Ball the next morning, but the excitement of it left her mind racing at night.Each evening, the Princess lay her petite head upon the pillow, yet sleep eluded her. Surely, she thought, I have been hexed by that powerful witch of a Department Manager. Surely,...

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Pharmaceuticals and Caribou

This sabbatical has taken much longer than expected, and I apologize to my regular readers for leaving them out in the cold. Thank you for all the warm email wishes. At least I feel good. I feel much better than I did the day before. To feel good (to feel well) is to feel alive.I would like to thank all the little people who made this wonderful event of "feeling good" possible,...

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Friday the 13th: the Muse Roams Blogland.

Happy Friday the 13th to all of you. Friday is my blogging day, where I can sit back and read catch up on everyone's week. I thought it would be nice to share some of my faviortes with you today:I have just come back from Roadchick's Roadtrip, where I LMAO over her spewing pumpkin and Friday the 13th Follies. I'm down to the granny panties, but not desperate enough to do the Man...

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My Apologies

I'm sorry I have not made much of an effort to keep up my blog this week. I will probably lose a few readers over that.It has been a bad month for me physically. The month itself, and the environment around me, is epically beautiful however, and I managed to get a few pictures of the season before the leaves are snatched from the trees by the hands on winter. I'll try to get them posted tomorrow.As I write this, the first snowflakes are falling outside!Other than that, I have not been able to do much. My apologies to y...

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A Catfish Paprika Recipe Worthy of George Totin

What does one do with 4 pounds of fresh catfish? The packets were on sale yesterday, and for roughly $3, we would have the makings of a goof fish fry. We would have, that is, if Better Half wasn't too sore from doing yard work yesterday.There are many things I can do well, but frying fish is not one of them. Better Half, the Southern Boy, can fry anything to perfection. He surely...

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Sunday Scribblings #28 - An Assignment

This Sunday Scribblings was a tough one, as I'm sort of homebound this week - thanks to my crappy body.As I can not write about any people that I observe (and writing about Better Half becomes too mundane for some of my readers), I'll draw you into Bold's world.The Autumn air has chilled, and the leaves prepare to slip their bonds. The sun dances through them, and the canopy of...

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On Entropy, the Arrow of Time, and Anthropic bias

I am going to digress from my usual rambling to allow you a brief snapshot into what Better Half and I do while driving: we communicate. Talking is a lost art to many people. It is more than a method of conveying needs; it is the prime method whereupon we can convey thoughts, theory, and philosophical ideas. To dialog, to communicate what seems incommunicable, is divine. This...

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