couple weeks
Behind The Mask
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I liked not liking Darth Vader. The way he wheezed. The way he picked up subordinates by the throat with his mind powers. The way he surrounded himself with British actors and dim lighting.
Then George Lucas had him take off his mask. There, under the shroud of evil, was an old man, a father struggling to breathe, asking his son for forgiveness.
The Only Rebel I Have Left In Me Got Me Thrown Out of a Sleep Lab.
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I spent the night sleeping in the most expensive room I have stayed at in the last fifteen years. Thing is?
Two for the Fourth
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In clearing out a couple weeks worth of emails that stacked up, unopened, I ran across a release from Vets for Freedom - the pro-troops/pro-victory-in-Iraq organization - endorsing retired Marine and business entrepreneur Kent Greenough for the Fourth District congr
Associated Content Came Through
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Wow, Associated Content actually published the article I sent them a couple weeks ago. And they paid me a whooping $4.13 for it. Yet for every 1000 clicks on that article, I'll get an additional $1.50. So, get to clicking please!
You can read this article, which I admit is pretty awful, grammatically, at Five Things Everyone Should Know About Homelessness.
Monday morning patriotism
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I heard John Rich sing this song at the McCain event a couple weeks ago. I found it on YouTube, and thought I would post it here.
- Matthew Hurtt
Simply Sunday: Father's Day Edition
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Today is for my dad!
Because it says, “Sex Ed 101″ on my front door.
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So, do you guys remember the story about the girl who was screaming for the imaginary friend who had run away from her?
Well, that was what I thought, anyway. If you’re not apprised of the story, go read that post.
A Shower, Then Virginia
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I woke up earlier than I wanted this morning to be put through the paces once again by The Cuban Assassin. But, instead of the usual three or four people in the class with me there were - oh, I don’t know for sure - about twenty of us. And Wal-Mart Mom was not there this time. (We missed you, Wal-Mart Mom.)




