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Music Monday #37 – Every Dog Has Its Day

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Published on: September 12, 2011

Once you’ve heard Flogging Molly’s “Every Dog Has Its Day” it’s impossible to hear the words “Halifax, Novia Scotia” without getting it stuck in your head.

True story.

Photo Phriday #36 – They're Coming

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Published on: September 9, 2011

I don’t even have anything funny to say. This picture is just genuinely terrifying.

On Ideas

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Published on: September 7, 2011

So, I had a really good idea for a Wednesday post. It was going to be interesting and funny, and best of all, super easy to write.

I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.

I’ve been wracking my brain for a solid hour now trying to bring it up from the foggy depths, but it’s no use. The thing is simply gone. How is it possible that I can remember so many details about the idea, but the thought itself remains so elusive. I remember where I was when I got the idea. (Though, to be fair “at the computer” describes a large enough percentage of my time that it would also be a pretty solid guess.) I, as stated above, remember that it was interesting and funny. I’m actually somewhat confused by the fact that I remember it would be easy to write. That is a thing that I think so rarely that it’s very strange that this particular idea could elicit that thought and then disappear so thoroughly. (It’s not that I usually find things hard to write, but more that the difficulty is pretty much a wash, and honestly not something I think about that much.) I just can’t understand how I remember all of these details, and the thing that they are the details of remains so doggedly elusive.

But, I guess it’s gone. I seem to be getting a fair post out of not remembering it, which might again speak to the high quality of this idea.

I wonder if there is a place where forgotten ideas go. Is there a world where all of these ideas, personified, live together, forming a vast city of things that people forgot? Are there whole clubs full of ideas for things that totally exist, but these idea’s originators came up with the concept first, and didn’t do anything about them? When the real thing gets made, do the ideas briefly disappear when the real thing is made, returning to their originators’ minds just long enough for that person to say, “Hey that was my idea?” I would imagine those ideas soon wing back to the land of forgotten thoughts, and hang out with their friends, and say, “Yeah, they finally made me.”

Is it weird that, in my head, thoughts have a posh British accent?

Probably no weirder than the whole “City of Lost Ideas” thing, I suppose.

Caravan #6

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Published on: September 6, 2011

Two piles of muscle stared at Walther through narrow eye-slits. No, these two were not in a joking mood.

“Now gents, I understand that you’re about to throw me out the door, and I get that, I surely do. I’ve caused a ruckus, and you have jobs to do. But I came in with a good friend, and he got himself shot fighting raiders on the Green Bay – Duluth run. So after you’ve thrown me out with the trash, if you could just make sure Freddie gets medical care, I would be much obliged.”

Without so much as a grunt the two thugs stepped towards Walther. He wasn’t rightly sure what happened next. There were a couple of thuds, an enormous amount of pain, and he was upside down in a dusty gutter a surprising distance from the hospital entrance. He took a bit to right himself and collect his effects. (How on earth did his hat get all the way over there?) A quick mental inventory told him that he was heavily bruised, but not unduly injured. Those boys had done their job without an undue level of violence, and he couldn’t fault them for that. And they at least hadn’t thrown Fred out. No way of knowing whether he was getting timely medical care or not, but he’d done what he could.

He was starting to ponder his next course of action when a weedy little man in a tweed jacket stepped out of the medical center. “Excuse me,” the man said, “I couldn’t help but notice your little altercation. You wouldn’t happen to be Walther Bowes, would you?”

Music Monday #36 – Salute Your Solution

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Published on: September 5, 2011

So, if you read last Wednesday’s post you might recall that I mentioned The Raconteur’s album Consolers of the Lonely. You may also recall that I love it. This particular song is off that album. It also happens to be the end credits song to Zombieland, which is a movie I love.

Look, basically there’s lots of stuff I like here. You should like it too.

Photo Phriday #35 – Dapper

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Published on: September 2, 2011

We like our kittens to dress as sharply as possible around here.

See you Monday, Minions.

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