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The Batting Cage: The Bad
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Friday, August 8, 2008. Any way here it is, "the bad". I'm quick to criticise others, but I'm even quicker to criticise myself. I hold pretty high standards for people around me. I feel like I'm like that because I have a certain sort of vision of how I'd like things to be. I try to mold things to be that way as much as I can, but sometimes that gets in the way of my own enjoyment. I live in a mental monopoly. If you're lucky, the loser will just slink away and go pout in the corner with the music on rea...
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The Batting Cage: January 2010
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010. It's only Tuesday and I'm already thinking about wenches and mead. Pick kiddos up from school. (By 2.45 and then again at 3:30) Tutor and help with science fair project. On that note-have to find the camera and charge it. Cooking dinner is the last thing. You know when I look at everything it doesn't seem that bad. But one step somehow always complicates itself and turns into three. For now everything is on hold until I get the coffee beans. Friday, January 22, 2010. So as you ...
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The Batting Cage: California
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010. I'll be moving to California. We're shooting for sometime around June. I of course have mixed feelings about this. I'm not quite sure the shock of it all has worn off yet. Just waiting for the reality to hit. It'll be in the Laguna Beach area. Overall I think that it is time for a change like this. I feel like my life is on hold and it needs a jump start. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Beware the Cricket Bat! You have been warned.
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: August 2009
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Thursday, August 13, 2009. This is the place for us! About four hours later we arrived in Paros. Somehow I managed to man-handle our bags off the ship, and stagger about four hundred metres along the quay-side, the Titanium Princess keeping up a constant monologue on the dangers of drinking at sea, or drinking, period, until we arrived at the Hotel Paros. Where have you been. I was expecting you yesterday! What's happened, my poor love! But then realised that Dimitrisgouros (or something like that - he w...
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: April 2010
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Monday, April 26, 2010. As if the answer simply didn't require the articulated "Of course, you oaf - vot do you think we are, here, barbarians? It dawned on me that the reason that Germany was a place resplendent in its efficiency was that everyone does the same things the same way. All those manicured wood-piles swept back into view, all of those pretty villages, docile farm-wives, cooking their pastries, all those people lining up so civilly to board the U-Bahn - to be well-ordered in Germany is th...
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: July 2010
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010. Don't mention the war. So, after a couple of days, we boarded another train for Berlin. The Titanium one had gone troppo in Prague, and was kitted out with a most magnificent range of fabrics and those fiddly things women like to acquire to adorn their ears, necks, wrists and the like - all silver and crystalline chunks of ultra-compressed carbon. I bought another hat. Was it keeping hordes of feuding dwarves at bay? As they say in! We continued perambulating down Unter den Linden,...
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: "Remember Montaperti!" (Part 2)
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010. 160;joint over there.' Whatever the case, they're pretty impressive, as is the entire city. We walked through its ancient gates, and a wide, straight boulevarde climbed up and up the hill, lined with shops and markets, all adorned with flags and inexplicable figurines and knick-knacks. It was glorious and vibrant, and hundreds of people were walking along, everyone (including me) with the most delicious gelato in the world stuffed in their mouths. Finally, it was time to lea...
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: That's not an enema...
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Thursday, August 23, 2012. That's not an enema. Graham the Barbarian was fucked. The poor bastard had a bandage infused with an evil-smelling, green concoction wrapped from shin to thigh, and it was as much as he could do to down several cans of Sackville Red while he told me the story. Loz," he wheezed through blue lips shot with pain, "I should never have jumped off the shed roof.". Bloody hell - it's 16 feet high! It was an experiment, Loz - I made a pair of wings that I thought would get me soaring r...
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The Critical Thinker's Speakeasy: October 2009
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Thursday, October 29, 2009. 160;I must say, as a testament to my pre-eminent organisational skills. Anywhere here," he replied, indicating the acre or so of green steel. Somewhat taken aback, I remonstrated mildly, "You've got to be fucking kidding, mate! I pointed to the cabin I could see through the doorway, where rows of very comfortable-looking easy chairs adorned a tastefully-decorated indoor cabin. "That's where we are booked," I corrected him. You Great. Fucking. Idiot.". Now, dear reader, I know.
