Life is a vacation from being dead.
I shall take that thought and now merrily run through my vacation time with more glee than ever.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
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Saturday, March 15, 2014
Weekend Writing Warriors 03/16/14
Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 03/16/14
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Life at the Sentient Bean / Casino
The last time I saw Fang Fang Wu she was physically and verbally assaulting a slot machine. At four foot eleven you may think the Fangster would be easy to trifle with. That would be a serious miscalculation. But ask any slot machine, or dealer, car or otherwise and they will turn pale at the mention of this little force of nature. Once her cold black eyes caught you, caught you were. Well I had to try to wrestle her away from the machine, because management was moving in the forces to stop her from trying to rip the arm off of the one armed bandit, but she knew it was payday and she was there to collect.
At this point she had mounted the machine and seemed to be trying to hump a payoff out of the machine while gibbering in what she claimed was her native tongue. I could never confirm nor deny that fact.
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Thursday, March 13, 2014
Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day
Sentience is transient , whereas my sentences can run on and on and on and on... ad infinitum.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day
I am proud to say that in spite of having the attention span of a Persimmon of late, I read all
blogs this week and added my knee jerk snarky take where I felt compelled to.
But I thoroughly enjoyed each and every read.
Thank you all.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Weekend Writing Warriors / 02/23/14
Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 02/23/14
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Excerpt: Life at the Sentient Bean / Police
I entered the sadly paint encrusted door at the Sentient Bean which gave up the throwback tinkle of a bell. I was determined to choke down my first cup of joe for the day. The Beard served it up adding the usual dose of existential insolence I had grown to expect from Jeemarie Bingalangbang. But as one of his hero’s would so clearly respond, “Such things cannot be sufficiently despised,” so I tossed him the spondulix, grunted, snatched the brew, and retreated to my favorite hovel of the premises. I think back in the fifties the Sentient Bean had been one of those Armenian restaurants. Booths built into the wall with an onion dome frame and a decidedly casbah motif of lattice work in extended base relief. You never knew what was on this side of the wall but fortunately on the other side of the lattice. I know I did not want to know.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day
The best thing about making Sunday morning breakfast for two is that it means you got lucky the night before.
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- Smu Doodle
- Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality, artisanal smut, with a pinch of full time flâneur tossed in to taste.