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| March 18, 1997 |
Get It: 90 |
Vol. 1, No. 46 |
PASS THE ASPIRIN: I can't believe
how bright that sun is! ... we jes' barely got home in
time for me to shower 'n put on some clean clothes 'n
head into the office ... ya' know what wild party'ers
we are! ... that Irish Pub was rockin' ... we jes' couldn't
get 'nuff o' that corned beef ... fish 'n chips wrapped
in Daily Muse ... chicken curry over french fries ...
french fries? ... Uncle Ben's long grain wild french fries
at that! ... pint after pint of "Groin" beer
... least that's what it sounded like ... to the wee hours
o' the mornin' ... then the little people came out ...
we found the end of the rainbow was in our wallets ...
oh this wasn't a complimentary night out? ... where's
my Entertainment card? ... they wouldn't take my Hechinger
charge either ... doncha jes' love it when ya hafta party
on a work night?
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COOL SITE: Here's a place ya
might wanna keep handy ... case any o' the kids have a
school project due ... looks like ya might be able to
whip up several science projects ... watch out for the
graphics though ... jes' a lot of 'em ... not questionable
content ... the site's at http://antarctica.computerworld.com
... one of the facts they list is the altitude of the
South Pole is thousands o' feet higher than Denver ...
means that ordinary disk drives won't work there ... the
air's too thin to float the heads ... what a bummer ...
there's links to the research projects on the continent
... I'm tellin' ya ... a science project's dream come
true ... pay no attention to the story 'bout 'em strippin'
down to nothin' but shoes ... soakin' in a sauna ... then
runnin' outside to touch the South Pole 'n race back in
before they freeze solid ... I'm sure it's jes' a figment
o' somebody's imagination!
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SPEAKIN' O' NOTHIN' BUT SHOES:
Saturday mornin' I was sittin' there mindin' my own bi'ness
... drinkin' a little coffee ... watchin' the squirrels
run up 'n down the trees ... when wifey-poo walks down
in her runnin' shoes ... oh ... she had her exercise shorts
'n top on, too ... she wasn't runnin' out to touch the
bird feeder or nothin' silly like that ... she looked
at me all peaceful 'n said "why don't you come down
'n exercise?" ... I mumbled somethin' 'bout "when
I look in the mirror I see a skinny man ... I jes' need
to sit here 'n drink my coffee" ... #1 daughter went
lookin' for my mirror ... finally ... jes' to show her
what good shape I was in, I went upstairs 'n got my purple
'n green Umbros 'n my new Nike Runnin' shoes on ... joined
'er in the basement ... she handed me this pair o' wimpy
dumbbells ... I mean I've held beer mugs that were heavier
than they were ... I was snickerin' ... she offered to
let me use hers which weighed a few ounces more but I
declined ... she started the music ... we went through
some presses, pushups, situps, lunges ... 'bout 12 different
things ... only took a few minutes ... I didn't even break
a sweat ... I went to put my weights away when she said
"wait! there's more" ... we did it again ...
this time the situps were a little difficult ... we finished
the round ... she started up again ... I was thinkin'
this was Ground Hog's Day ... I'd gone to Hell ... oh
no ... this round I could barely lift my head for situps
... I was startin' to hyperventilate ... my Umbros kept
tryin' to be a thong ... but I survived ... then she popped
the surprise ... we were s'posed to be doin' some aerobic
exercise between sets ... she saved it all 'til the end
... I got on the bike for another 10 minutes of "cool
down" ... yesterday I kept thinkin' I was comin'
down with somethin' ... ya know that achin' all over feelin'
ya get? ... I kept feelin' my forehead to see if I had
fever ... then it dawned on me that I was jes' feelin'
the impact of the exercise ... maybe I do need to move
around more ... let me see ... how far can I push myself
in the office chair on carpet? ... doesn't that count?
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"Fun is a state of mind."
-- 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
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
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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