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Blue Girl breaks new ground by embedding a video in a 50 x 100 x 50 post. Just don’t watch it, unless you like being manipulated into an eye-blinking, lump-throated slump. I like to think that my own paltry genre-extension -- doubling up on words after I’d m...

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”It’s terrible. It’s not even good.”

“Well you can just go fuck yourself.”
“I love that woman, I just can’t help it.”

“I’m deleting this. You’re OK with that?”

“You don’t need more wine. You need a sausage.”

“Dude, what did you just throw at me?...

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It’s funny how little links grow into a chain. A couple of days ago I was reading a post on Paul Butzi's blog in which he quoted a stanza from his favourite poem, Robert Frost’s Two Tramps in Mud Time. I know very little about poetry; I don’t even know what I like. But the piece was enough to se...

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I had seen one or two, but that’s no summer. This evening on the terrace, fresh from sticking stolen Bruggmansia cuttings in some soil, I sat back and watched a dozen or more swallows shrieking as they hawked beneath a mottled blue-gray sky. It’s odd how the...

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I didn’t think I would be, but I’m really rather peeved by the way my WordPress update worked out. And not just WordPress. There seems to be an obsession with making things more complicated -- possibly just for the sake of it -- rather than with making them wo...

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