|04/11/2017 - One of these two clowns is finally working on the 100Words website update. Facelift back in motion. Really. Thanks for not giving up on us.||
October 9th, 2012
I fought the e-readers as long as possible. I will soon bring a tablet home. I failed to withstand the pressures to move forward along with society's technology. I betray what I preached. I stood for pages, the turning of books, the weight of hardcovers. And now I stand for modern convenience, economical purchases, and quantity over quality. But alas, I don't buy books anymore. And my library fees burn pocket holes since I lack spare time. And I have nothing to read in the john, the few minutes that I get to replenish. I'm sorry, rich history. Goodbye.
August 4th, 2012
“I think Rusty needs more flowers.” It was Janet who was talking. She had brought an armload of daisies from her yard and arranged them in an oval around the dog’s body. Olivia had already fashioned a funereal bed in the wagon using dark green throw pillows from her bedroom and the brown blanket from the hall closet -- the one Aunt Jessie used when she spent the night on the couch. Rusty appeared to be asleep, curled up on the pillows and blanket just as Olivia had found her early that morning in her bed by the kitchen door.
June 22nd, 2007
Happy Birthday. Something I'd just as soon forget except for the annual victory dance. It isn't so bad, is it? especially being in a different place and looking forward to this geek fest of podcasters. A different kind of meeting, must say, but the first time in a long time I've been at a real conference with real adults. Even if it does bear a strong resemblance to an international assembly of Audio-Visual clubs from High schools across the land...It's like being back in high school. Not knowing anyone, feeling awkward, struggling to fit in. Welcome to 52.