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| January 16, 1997 |
Circulation 35 |
Vol. 1, No. 6 |
ROCKY: Start to the day ...
another one of those “get here early to get a lot
of things done” days ... only there’s a mess
o’ stuff not right ... gotta get on ... figger it
out ... determine it’s a case of tryin’ to fit
10 pounds o’ stuff in a 5 pound bag ... only with
automation there’s no forgiveness ... the clock hits
its appointed hour ... the blade drops ... it doesn’t
care what’s in the way ... so there you have it ...
another day in paradise ... on top of the other opportunities
we’re facin’ today ... this is jes’ the
openin’ round I’m sure.
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WHERE’S THE RAIN?: Schools
are late ... the TV weather man says the rain’s stopped
... no problems ... just a few puddles here ‘n there
... this afternoon they’ll freeze ... make for some
interestin’ drivin’ ... I head out for my trek
‘cross the states ... find that it’s rainin’
... figger it’s jes local ... funny thing ... that
rain kept up for the whole trip ... wonder where the weather
man was standin’ ... or if he was relyin’ on
radar ... if so I hope it isn’t the same one they
use for air traffic control!
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BY THE WAY: Don’t breathe
... wear a surgical mask ... wash your hands with antiseptic
soap after every contact ... there’s somethin’
goin’ round ... it’s jes plain nasty ... you
don’t wanna get it ... have to sit home ... visit
the doctor ... take pills ... maybe Howard Hughes had
it right after all ... but then he was filthy rich, too
... I wonder which came first ... the money or the insanity?
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TIDBITS: Zimbabwe ... now where’s
my map? ... poor guys over there ... the prostitutes have
hiked their prices ... told the wives to give the men
more money ... a guy’s gotta pay $4.60 a night now
... outrageous doncha think? ... why for a dime more you
could have a Park Cafe Special ... hmmmm ... the lady
or the tiger? ... also from the hard to believe category
... Brit’s are the most optimistic of all Europeans
... that must mean the rest of the continent is really
depressed ... I could think of a lot of things when I
think of British ... but optimistic isn’t one of
the first things on my list ... or the commodities broker
that took off for his ‘round the world trip in a
balloon ... the third attempt in the last couple of weeks
... not by him ... just in general ... he tried last year
but crashed in Canada ... he’s takin’ the Southern
route this time ... he should be well over the Atlantic
by the time you read this ... if you really want to keep
tabs on him you can check it out at www.luc.edu/solo ...
I wonder if he’s draggin’ a phone line behind
... kinda like on that commercial about HBO ... California
continues to battle the Feds ... over the use of marijuana
... to cope with illness ... does sick o’ traffic
count? ... big discoveries in Greece ... archeologists
think they uncovered the Lyceum ... a school where Aristotle
taught ... so far they’ve got the gym ... the locker
rooms ... the principal’s office ... a detention
hall ... this follows close on the heels of the discovery
of an island cave ... where they think Euripides wrote
some of his ancient masterpieces ... there were a few
playbills plastered to the walls ... an old typewriter
... made with quills of course ... apparently things are
a little slow this time of year in Greece ... guess it’s
between olive crops ... or somethin’ ... on a happier
note ... NASA predicts slower sunspot activity for the
next 10 years ... that means cooler weather on earth ...
(great ... like we want to hear that right now!) ... less
electromagnetic interference ... maybe we’ll get
e-mail workin’ again!
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“To really get to know a person,
steal their car keys after they’ve driven alone and
see what radio station they were tuned to and how loud
they had it.” -- Mikey, Thinkin’ Too Hard
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is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
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bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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