One year.
It came, it went.
Here's to another six months and maybe a summer leeching off the government.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
out of range
Since I am reluctant to give up my 416 area code and long distance charges are so exuberant my cellphone is off for, oh I'd say, 100% of the time. I haven't used my cell phone in so long that when I went to pick it up today (I do occasionally pick it up, on the off chance someone has sent me a text message...that almost never happens) it was covered in a layer of fine but definite dust.
I let my cellphone get dusty.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
happy thanksgiving
The following conversation happened whilst walking the dog on a thanksgiving monday afternoon.
SCENE:
OSCAR, the dog, drops his ball and shows no interest in picking it up. ME and T pause.
T: Oscar get your ball.
As ME bends over to pick up the ball.
ME: It looks like there might be a dog over there. He's more interested in that then the ball.
They walk a few paces closer. OSCAR is still focused on the small animal which appears to be short, no more then a foot tall, fuzzy, and is black with a white spot on it's back. It is tethered to the porch of a trailer.
ME: Actually, (she pauses while craning her neck to get a better view over some bushes) it looks more like a pig then a dog...
T: It's not a pig. It's a dog.
After ME stops and stares at the animal for a moment, she turns to T and says,
ME: No, it's definitely a Pig.
CUT TO:
A small black and white pot bellied pig wearing a harness and wagging it's cute little curly tail.
END SCENE.
SCENE:
OSCAR, the dog, drops his ball and shows no interest in picking it up. ME and T pause.
T: Oscar get your ball.
As ME bends over to pick up the ball.
ME: It looks like there might be a dog over there. He's more interested in that then the ball.
They walk a few paces closer. OSCAR is still focused on the small animal which appears to be short, no more then a foot tall, fuzzy, and is black with a white spot on it's back. It is tethered to the porch of a trailer.
ME: Actually, (she pauses while craning her neck to get a better view over some bushes) it looks more like a pig then a dog...
T: It's not a pig. It's a dog.
After ME stops and stares at the animal for a moment, she turns to T and says,
ME: No, it's definitely a Pig.
CUT TO:
A small black and white pot bellied pig wearing a harness and wagging it's cute little curly tail.
END SCENE.
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