Category Archives: Just frigging kill me now

Addicted to Subs

With Apologies to Mr. Robert Palmer, and slushers everywhere: Your laptops on, but you’re not home Your mind is not your own Your hands sweat, your keys grind Another story, and you’ll be fine You can’t sleep, you can’t eat … Continue reading

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And on this day

Dear readers, Nothing was a surprise, few were fooled, and for those few who were, it was not an unusual state of being on this, or any other day. The jaded cynic in us sneered in loathing of the paltry, … Continue reading

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The weirdest photo I have ever taken

-Seamus

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Paradise Lost III & shrubbery

Readers, I know some of you follow other sources of social media from me, so apologize the duplication. For those who only follow me here.  I wanted to let everyone know that Paradise Lost III is open for registration.  We … Continue reading

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Robo-shark

The creation of the Thing 1 and Thing 2. They say he says, and I quote, “Deet deet-deet, deet deet.” These are the people who will one day choose my care facility in my dotage. Doomed, I tell you. They … Continue reading

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The things one learns

Readers, I landed in Raleigh, NC last night for a partial week at the corporate mother-ship. I matriculated through the various processes mechanical at the airport until reaching the point where I got in my rental car and the viscous mechanisms of the … Continue reading

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Big ideas

Readers, Welcome to Thursday, here on Terra, third planet from an unremarkable G2V class star, whose indifferent benevolence warms our cheese toast. And, I’m gonna be high, high, high, as a kite by then. I might am over-caffeinated.  Fair warning. … Continue reading

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