There’s no way around it, I have to buckle down which means, I’m going to be taking a break from the blogosphere.  I’ll be around until tomorrow in case you have questions that need answers, and I’ll leave this post open so you can comment if you like or talk to each other.

The summer, the garden, the election, the girlchild, and most of all Book Six are sucking up all my time, and I’d rather step away for six weeks or so than dribble my way to oblivion. How about this: the next time you see a post from me here, it will be to say I’ve finished Book Six.

In the meantime, in the spirit of democracy:

If you ask me, this is

• an okay idea; I'll check back in six weeks or so to see if you've surfaced.
• terrible idea; you can't just disappear.
• a great idea! Get lost!
• a confusing idea; or, I have no opinion and/or I've fallen and I can't get up.

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The thing alcoholics and drug addicts have in common? Denial. And isn’t that true of any addiction? Even ones that don’t involve mind-altering substances. Such as storytelling.

If a story I’m following gets cut off unexpectedly, I go into withdrawal. The three last pages of a novel have been removed by some dastardly would-be comedian; a television show is yanked in mid season; an earthquake requires that the theater is evacuated. To me all of these are equally unnerving, because I’m left dangling. Even if I can surmise the ending with some certainty, I need to see it happen… Continue reading

• waiting room jitters
• venn diagrams, and commentary progress
• technobabble
• teacup, tempest. or not.
• substantive?

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Because after a day like today, a laugh is worth a great deal:

Teen cashier: I’ll need to see some ID.
Female shopper: Ok, here you go.
Teen cashier: [Looks at woman's driver's license.] Oh wow, so you’re an organ donor?
Female shopper: Yes.
Teen cashier: Oh my god! Which organ did you donate?

–Trader Joe’s, Union Square Overheard by: rko

Which reminds me of Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life (via wikiquote):

[Mr Brown answers the door of his home to find two men dressed in white labcoats.]
Labcoat #1: Hello. Uh… Can we have your liver?
Mr Brown: What?
Labcoat #1: Your liver. It’s a large… Continue reading

• Part 1: Humor
• humor formula(s)
• Bourne & Stardust
• Argument Clinic
• absolutes

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