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Archive for the ‘Projects’ Category
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Red Hat on Lampshade on Box
It had been almost thirty hours since he had slept. He stared at the brown cardbord box without really seeing it. The computer on which he had been working had arrived in the box. There was no furniture…
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THE SAFETY OF OBJECTS
I’ve been delinquent in writing here of late, but I have been writing. Plan on getting a new story every Monday. This one’s not from a photograph as some of my past stories have been, but it is…
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Font Hell
Lets get something straight. Papyrus is not an acceptable font anymore than Comic Sans is. Got it? I don’t want to have to say it again.
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December Afternoon at Red’s
The jukebox suddenly went quiet. A man I had never seen before stood loosely next to the jukebox holding the plug in his hand. Theresa jumped and grabbed my hand across the table, bumping my coffee, spilling a…
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Glacier National Park
The Blue Moon, a bar where I ate upon my return from Glacier.
Hunting Sand Dollars
Crissy and I were hunting sand dollars. We had only just arrived in Ocean City and already we were out on the beach, still in our tenners. with our sack. It’s empty now, but it won’t be. Last…
