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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: March 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Wednesday, March 31, 2010. AH YES, I REMEMBER IT WELL. Tomorrow is April Fool's Day, 2010. Nearly fifty years ago on that day, I scared the living bejeebers out of my twelve-year-old brother. He freaked the fuck out. I guess what I'm saying is: Have fun. Make some family history tomorrow. Sunday, March 28, 2010. Tis to create, and in creating live. A being more intense, that we endow. With form our fancy, gaining as we give. But I think it's f...
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: LOST BURNS POEM
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Tuesday, January 25, 2011. Tis time to toss the caber. An eat the oatcakes, sure;. Tis also time to stab the haggis. An get ye sooo fookin' pissed. Ye won't notice me stealin' ye'r bloody wallet -. Yeah Okay. Robbie didn't write this. So fookin' sue me. Llewellen. pipe in that haggis and bring us a few wee drams o'the good stuff. He should have wrote it, though. Did you recite it at a Burns Night supper? January 26, 2011 at 2:14 AM. Production...
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: January 2011
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Saturday, January 29, 2011. THINKING AND DRINKING AND TYPING. I suppose that when I retire I will miss all those little voices calling out my name. For attention, for recognition, for comfort (and for what lately has seemed, more and more often, the whininess of long-distance whiner. But sometimes, I swear, I am becoming royally sick of hearing my name. It conjures those years when my mother wasn't, um, the most stable. More beer, old son.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: EGYPT
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Thursday, February 3, 2011. You'd think that the more ancient the civilization, the more likely were its constituents to have 'got it right' by now. But getting it right. Can have a million - or a billion - definitions. Perhaps the only thing history can teach us is that evolution is a process that proceeds in the dark. It doesnt matter how ancient the civilisation is. A baby learns from the living not the dead. February 4, 2011 at 8:33 AM.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: July 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Tuesday, July 20, 2010. HA HA HA. OH JEEBUS, THIS IS BLOODY HILARIOUS. Are you a writer? A wanna be writer? Is the place for you. Apparently (based on three separate samples), I write like:. C) My main man, Oscar fucking Wilde! Below is my 'badge' to prove it. Actually, the 'badge' had some kind of feather that didn't survive the cut and paste.). So who do you. Write like', eh? Tuesday, July 13, 2010. Monday, July 12, 2010. Tomorrow, we move on.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: May 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Sunday, May 30, 2010. ANSWER A WHITE GUY. Is it normal to wake up in the morning contemplating, visualizing and weighing the best options for self-destruction? Please note: I am not concerned. This phenomenon is, mercifully, short-lived, lasting only. See what I did there? Labels: ANSWER A WHITE GUY. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Fucking wasps, eh? Clever cunts. But I frustrated the buggers to no end this week. Saturday, May 22, 2010. Seems just tic...
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: August 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Monday, August 30, 2010. TONIGHT, WE WEAR US SOME SMILES. It's been a long summer. Today, she finally got to see a specialist. (Sometimes, despite - or because of - our decent health care system, you need to drive a few hundred miles.). We can see the lay of the land now. The predizone took effect within three hours. It's the first smile I've seen on her face in weeks. More later. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. DAD, HERACLITUS, UNCLE LEO, AND ME.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: November 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Saturday, November 27, 2010. WAS THIS REALLY A FAIR FIGHT? Tony Blair vs Christopher Hitchens, debating religion in Toronto the other day. Wish I could have been there. Blair, a newbie Catholic. Hitchens, an atheist. Blair, the lap pussy of the invisible sky fairy. and a number of other entities, all man-made. Hitchens, the Rottweiler of debate. Wednesday, November 24, 2010. THEN AGAIN, IF IT WERE EVER THAT IMPORTANT, I'D HAVE DONE IT ALREADY.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: December 2010
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Thursday, December 30, 2010. All gone. Even Kodachrome. Dollar bills. (This is Canada, eh? Soda pop. (Green bottle, sold for a nickel.). And can you still get a good hunk of headcheese? Not that I'd ever want one, mind. Good headcheese. But my point is this:. Well, actually, I don't have a point. It's just that another year has come and gone and I thought I'd take stock. Of something. While I'm drinking beer. And my old bottle of Jade East.
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DOCTORBOOGALOOSLUNCHCOUNTER: THINKING AND DRINKING AND TYPING
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ABANDON HOPE OF: SATISFACTION, REFUNDS OR DEATH WITH DIGNITY. Saturday, January 29, 2011. THINKING AND DRINKING AND TYPING. I suppose that when I retire I will miss all those little voices calling out my name. For attention, for recognition, for comfort (and for what lately has seemed, more and more often, the whininess of long-distance whiner. But sometimes, I swear, I am becoming royally sick of hearing my name. It conjures those years when my mother wasn't, um, the most stable. More beer, old son.