Archives for 2017

Be there in the morning.

What’s for breakfast?

No toast got no show and the eggs are late a’hatchin’.

We, are in the deep country. Some people are set on talking about the Deep State, we think Deep Country is much more finger-lickin’ fun. 

Got pickup, got go, there is music at the show. 

This makes no sense they say. Sometimes a tickle to the underside of the innovation bone, the caressing of the creative surface is all that’s needed. No need to explain.

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Defining a word that you just invented.

Jargon or common usage? 

We are thinking about Jon Steinbeck, the buses, the mice, and a sense of forboding prefacing the arrival in Eden.

For some things, to truly understand them, you just have to read the book. 

And for some things you have to be there. 

We all have our own “theres”. 

What a relief.

When the sardines heard music they were sure it was canned.

Two parking attendants were looking for a parking space. Who’s off duty now? 

Time waits for nine o’clock before it arrives.

We are syndicated when someone tells another person what they heard us say. 

Twice is a sure thing, but thrice is a legend set in stone.

Sayings, observations and bad jokes. 

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The second door on the right.

There was only one door. Is it possible this was the one the ancient man meant?

Sometimes directions are so hard to follow.

What is also hard to follow, but never wrong is the directions given by your “Inner Google”. 

You may “Yelp” at that idea, but really, does Entitled from Poughkeepsie or Hopeless from Pasco have any idea at all about what you will enjoy? 

No! That’s the right answer. And you know it makes sense!

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Displaying vigorous interest and steely attention the dames and dukes decided to deal the cards.

The cats played, the dogs chewed and the people gazed absent mindedly.

Today the results of all this could be seen so clearly that dark sunglasses could not obscure, the kindness of strangers welded onto the scheming of planners. 

So we created the phrase “neither a planner nor a sailor be”. 

At that moment it made sense, crystal clear, logical, well-reasoned sense. 

That, was then. Now we start again to answer questions that baffle befuddled bullfighters. 

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