I keep thinking of the scene in “As Good As It Gets” when Jack Nicholson’s character gets a bit tearful after returning Greg Kinnear’s dog. He exclaims with a grim chuckle:
“Over a dog! Over an ugly dog!”
I know how Melvin Udell felt. My dog wasn’t ugly, but he was damn stupid. He has been gone [...]
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Most Novembers I break down and cry
What will be your look this season?
Thanks to all of you who sent me e-mails and to those of you who recognized my need for quiet. I closed comments on that last post because there was a certain theme of commentary that I just didn’t need to read. Somehow, probably through some of my science posts, I’ve attracted some militant animal [...]
Somethin’ filled up my heart with nothin’, someone told me not to cry.
It was an idyllic scene. Walking the beach at Carrickalinga in the late afternoon sunshine, the remnants of the previous days’ storm surge crashing onto the golden sand. My parents, grandmother, Boy Z, Timmins and I strolling along the beach, intermittently tossing a ball to the dog. The sound of Boy Z’s laughter and the [...]
About A Dog
The dog.
He’s sort of the forgotten member of the family these days. Quite literally sometimes when, for example, I stumble over a neglected empty water bowl or remember half an hour before bedtime that he hasn’t been walked. I feel bad for him sometimes, he’s been through a lot – with transcontinental moves and the [...]
Don’t you know what they put in it? Well I do. I read it on the internet.
My blog is my home page. I don’t want to spend the weekend thinking about work.
So, to move the last post down the page – behold tolerance…
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More great music from Omaha today. Talking Mountain released their debut long player, “Old Gold, Ancient Jamz” earlier this year and like their fellow Omahans are making delightfully upbeat [...]
‘Uh’ is the sound the mother makes when the baby breaks…
Father Muskrat, considering that he is a Snuggli wearing Southern lawyer, made a remarkably prescient comment yesterday:
ha! there’s no way you’re going to make it 10 days.
You may be correct, my rodentious friend. I was under the impression that I was doing slightly more than fifty percent of the parenting around these parts. It has [...]
Irony, heredity and serenity
I’ve literally got students coming out the wazoo today, so I’ll keep things short and simple…
After ranting about premature Christmas decorations and my general disdain for the holiday, I’ve been tasked with coming up with a personalized message for my company’s Christmas cards. This is, by far, the most difficult three or four sentences I’ve [...]
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The Bouncing Souls - "Serenity" [2:28m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadYour potentially penultimate* Florida Hate Week moment of zen
Timmins demonstrates what we do to ‘Gators round these parts…
For my few remaining readers who are not football fans I would like to say thank you for bearing with this week in which my obsession with SEC football has manifested itself in its most severe form. I can offer you the hope of a return [...]
While the stars are up there singing all the dogs are growing old
And speaking of Damn Good Dogs, your moment of Zen…
…have a good weekend, gentle readers.
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21 Oct 2008 at 10:26
A Free Man
Canada, Canadian Artists, Dr. O'C, Family, Florida, Missouri, Timmins, travel
The world’s your oyster shell
So what’s that funny smell
You eat the bivalve anyway
And you’re sick with salmonella
You get your Ph.D.
How happy you will be
When you get a job at Wendy’s
And are honored with employee of the month…
Toad, who is rapidly becoming my favorite music blogger, has been writing a lot about “Dad Rock” lately. You [...]
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