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The Leg & The Locker
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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It's been a week and the leg is finally starting to mend. Or I've gotten smarter about it, and have started on the cautionary tylenol first thing in the morning. By Wednesday it had swollen so that it looked as if I had two knees, the pain, however, was subsiding, and I found with it replaced with a host of other, more trifling, complaints, sore shoulder, neck, burn marks on my temples from the tDCS, the other leg. The leg is walk-able, I'm able to flex it without any stabbing pains, just a generalized soreness, even lying down. It'll be my trick knee, and I'll use it to predict the weather when the kids come 'round, every cloud has a silver lining...
Meanwhile, have begun to empty the locker, so much rubbish...cameras, tripods, bean-pots, listing it off on Kijiji and selling it, I'm amazed always by what sells (and what doesn't). 20 items listed, 4 sold so far, another hundred or so to list, it becomes it's own full time job. If they don't sell on Kijiji move them onto eBay, a bigger market guarantees sales (although not price, though there are surprises here as well). Photograph, touch up, writing ads...it's almost more work than it's worth. Almost...
...but it's lightening my heart.
My Dad Tried to Kill Me with an Alligator
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Link of the day
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Harrison Scott Key has a knack for reminiscing, in this article about his father, brother and his childhood in rural Mississippi. I can't help feeling I've cheated my kids a bit on the adventures I've taken them on...
Link: My Dad Tried to Kill Me with an Alligator on Outside Online.com
Mulholland Dr.
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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After a run of 3 in a row (watching more movies than usual, catching up..) - 2 bad, and 1 not my cup of tea, I watch Mulholland Dr. Which, oddly, given my regard for David Lynch, I'd been rather avoiding. Silly me, it proved excellent, moody, atmospheric, and curiously worthwhile. I give it 2 slippers, 3 bananas and a troop of Mountain Goats. Saved me the trouble of my own restless dreams...
Miscellaneous and Discombobulated...
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- Category: Dreams
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(The leg, a slight attending fever, have made for some interesting, albeit gruesome, dreams...)
..Small red ants are crawling around in my ear, I'm gently nudging them out with a q-tip, not certain I have them all, there may be more beyond what I can see, a nest of sorts deep in my head, and I don't want to push the q-tip into the ear for fear of squashing them, I can't feel them, but somehow they're responsible...
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The company has changed hands, a meeting, all the employees in a workshop, round table, I don't know them but they're my colleagues, this meeting, this workshop, it's promising great things, they're giving us loot bags filled with TV's and other treasures, only I don't know what it is they're doing, they intend on doing, don't even know what the old company was doing...
...one of my co-workers is following me, telling me that he's worried we're going to get screwed over on the salaries, he's heard they'll only pay us $700 a month...
...and an old supervisor is asking me what I think, "It looks pretty good" I assure him...
...a round table, the female employees, attractive, older, my age or thereabouts, I seem to know them, I work with them, one of them, Brandy I know, - but taller and fitter than Brandy, Brandy 2, wants to know if I'll have her over to meet my parents, they're in town, we haven't talked forever, and I agree...
...And after the break I'm returning to the meeting but I discover the two rolls of toilet paper I have with me are covered in shit, and I go to the bathroom so I can clean them off, peel away the offending outer layers, only the floor of the bathroom is covered in shit, long, perfect turds, everywhere, can't step inside without stepping on one, mens, womens, they're both the same, and I have to return to the meeting with my toilet paper rolls covered in shit, but nobody seems to notice...
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I'm moving from the apartment into a commune, large, fluorescent lit room, bright, 7 beds in a large circle, each bed has it's own couple, my new wife is here, and our child, I don't recognize her but she seems pretty enough, I don't wonder why I'd be giving up my apartment to live here, it seems natural. But my new wife, she's taking the baby and dropping it on it's head, time and again, and I'm getting annoyed at her clumsiness, the baby, the back of it's head flattened where it's been dropped, it's not breathing, turning blue and dead, and I'm telling her that she's killed it, she doesn't understand...
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