Peachy

Quest Quashed!

booker@dreamtimers.net — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:20:00 GMT

My quest for the perfect ginger-bourbon cocktail remains unfulfilled.

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Finger of Cloud

booker@dreamtimers.net — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 00:46:00 GMT

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Force the filibuster, already

booker@dreamtimers.net — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 04:44:00 GMT

I sent this message to my U.S. Senators, as well as the neglibible person who succeeded Pat Schroeder to represent my district in the House.

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Fortune favors the horny

booker@dreamtimers.net — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 05:04:00 GMT

The desire of love is to give . . .

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Recombobulation

booker@dreamtimers.net — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 01:53:00 GMT

If you need to know what kind of town Milwaukee is . . .

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Filthy!

booker@dreamtimers.net — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 09:16:00 GMT

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New Blog?

booker@dreamtimers.net — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 19:04:00 GMT

File this under Things I Might Do: I might knock together a new blog page to my own specs using the DNN XML/XSL module.

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Tree o' Lurve Update

booker@dreamtimers.net — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 16:28:00 GMT

Good news to report about the health of the Tree of Luuuuuuurve!

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Blonde Food

booker@dreamtimers.net — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 22:40:00 GMT

Doctors' waiting rooms are seldom festive places. They're full of people in varying levels of discomfort facing varying threats of Medical Intervention that they hope will someday represent an improvement over their current situation. The doctors know this, and they put fish tanks in there for something calming to watch, plus maybe some books to keep the kids distracted and not acting up. Some of them make the mistake of setting up a TV set, and at least one of those compounds that error with the completely egregious decision to tune the damn thing to the Food Network.

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Ice 1, Me 0

booker@dreamtimers.net — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 16:56:00 GMT

Photos taken before I crashed down backwards, sending my hat and glasses flying. Found out the next day that I had chipped a small divot at the end of my left ulna. Whee. We had nice weather for it, though.

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