Category Archives: Just Writing

We Love Them

My dear philosopher friend “At Your Service” and I have been having a long conversation.  It started when he asked me why people hated the New England Patriots.  I didn’t know how to answer him.  After all, the successful football … Continue reading

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Revisiting January

Last week, one of my work colleagues told me blogging was “out of style.” It put a dull film on the days and I ended up stomping around on The Farm last weekend. January is full of bleak hours and … Continue reading

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With a Stake of Holly Through My Heart

The portly gentleman in front of me at Rite Aid had a booming voice.  His shopping basket contained two large bottles of Listerine and a box of Russell Stover chocolates. “There’s no excuse for boredom, Genevieve,” he told the petite … Continue reading

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The Duchess Slant

This morning while researching information for this post, I asked myself…” where have I been for the last 10 years and how did I not notice Kate Middleton’s ascent to the heights of fashion icon?”  Was it my lack of … Continue reading

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The Culprit

A few months ago, I found an old cast iron floor register in the basement.  It had been painted battleship grey and was nothing to behold.  Nevertheless, I brought it upstairs and cleaned it up.  It would almost fit in … Continue reading

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Horrible, Horrible, Horrible

I’m not a mathematician, but if I were familiar with analytics and algorithms, I would research what question people ask most often.  Crap, I could probably just Google it and get a reasonable answer.  I’d also get a list of … Continue reading

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Enoz is Enoz

As early as 2003, I was chronicling my societal decline sightings.  In December of that year, I scribbled the following on a scrap of paper: “I was struck by the general malaise at Wal-Mart tonight.  Everyone was wearing sweat pants.  I could … Continue reading

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