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October 14, 2013

Astoria, where I discovered that I do in fact like pumpkin beer, and where I sang at least a dozen karaoke songs in one bar in one night.

Selah.

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distant far-like yonderin’

October 11, 2013

So, boots. Apparently you can have really damn tall. Apparently you can have totally kickass. Apparently you can have quietly elegant. Apparently you cannot have more than two of these combined in one product. Apparently you can go prissy, go ghetto, go thunderdome or go home.

And what in the name of anything you care to call on is this paired monstrosity?

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I am unsure that I want to live in a world where I can find something as unattractive and dubiously functional as the above, but I cannot find a pair of knee high sweet line gorgeous ass shitkickers that will make me tower over children and old ladies.

Furthermore ankle boots are not boots; they are shoes that have forgotten their place.

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My new mousing method.

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Still working out some of the finer points, like selecting tiny amounts of text, but. The battle against carpal tunnel rages ever onward. It is insane how quickly body and mind learn a new way of doing things. I started using my left hand to mouse half time a couple of years ago, and that was so clunky at first that I despaired of ever perfecting it. Now it’s just as precise as using my right hand. Hopefully eventually soon the underhand pitch positioning will be effortless as well. Mostly hopefully someone will come up with more intelligent ways to office; tiny repetitive movements are going to be the death of me, one nerve group at a time.

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nowhere a way to meet

October 1, 2013

September

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that writing on your shelf

October 1, 2013

Just in case there is some other intelligent and charming person out there, wallowing in well considered actions in general but in particular perhaps owning a 2000 Toyota MR2 Sypder convertible in a renowned rainy area, maybe Oregon, I have decided to write a helpful blog post praising us for our good choices and also detailing what to do when the seventy kajillion days worth of early autumn rain comes leaking into the lockboxes behind your seats in only the space of three to four actual autumn days.

The first thing you will do is your laundry. Take that sucker curbside, and use all the dirty towels to mop up the large quantity of captured rainwater already standing in the storage compartment. This accomplished, run the load like you usually would. Remember to put it in the dryer in like half an hour.

Then you’re going to pop off the internal air intake vent cover on the side of the car with the hole in the liner, and put it in the driver’s seat to make sure nobody steps on it.

Next you will need to gather some materials:

Trash bag

Duct tape

Scissors, unless you can rip duct tape with your fingers

Now you are ready to check out the hole in your storage compartment. Depending on what quantity and area of your convertible top/lining has been eaten away by the years, elements and possible dumb lost moths, the hole should look something like this:

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Now what you’re going to do with that is double up the trash bag to size and use it as a patch. And yes, you’re just going to duct tape the holy hell out of it. Because that is still all you can think of to do, and hey, it works. Mostly, for awhile.

Next you will need to either be a strong dude yourself, or call you boyfriend, to put the vent cover back on; apparently you can do it if you just push really hard, but. There might also be some magic involved.

And yep, you’re done! All that’s left is to duct tape up any holes nefarious fuckers may have popped into your convertible top in sundry places over the years, and make a mental note to come out one of these days it doesn’t rain to apply a real patch to each of them.

Hooray!

Now you can go eat popcorn.

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