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Archive Mea Culpa. The above Archive Link & the Search This Blog Link do not work. This happened after Google, the king of search, bought Blogger?
Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Sunday, December 28, 2003
Come hither with puck and feck the night away, where less is more. A little game, my game. Who would know or suspect? Few, probably less. Yes, yes, I know, feckless. © 2003 big box industries Wednesday, December 24, 2003
I'm done. Clues. If it says clear crystal tape it sucks. Gift bags from the dollar store are proof that God loves us all. A stapler can be a good thing. All this and heaven too and I love it. I always feel a little guilty about now though. I should have gotten a few more presents for whoever, all, as Lou Reed would say, all the little people. People that aren't expecting anything are always the most appreciative. And only with age and a little wisdom, does one fully appreciate - "It is better to give than to receive." My heart is pretty big right now and I am very thankful. I have always had a good family. Thank you God. I now have a good woman. Thank you God. I am buying a new house. Thank you God. I could go on and on but the skinny is life is good. Thank you God. I wish I had more t but I don't, so as Tiny Tim has been quoted to have said, "God bless you everyone!" Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! God loves us all!! © 2003 big box industries Sunday, December 07, 2003
He would wait, for what he thought was a long time, and then it would come. First small, and then bigger and bigger. First a glimmer, and then brighter and brighter. First cool, and then warmer and warmer, hot like the burn of raw snow on warm skin.  He would first wait in front of the window, in full view of the spinning world. But as the big got bigger, and the bright got brighter, and the warm got warmer, and he began to feel the heat of the forgiven, he pulled himself away and hid. A tepid pool of angel tears where the mighty had once stood. The incompleteness, completes. Each is left with an infinity of possibilities, and this uniqueness is frêsh and welcomed. © 2003 big box industries The hanging of The Tree of SS, high on the wall over the fireplace in the living room, is the official sign that The Christmas Season has begun in my house.  © 2003 big box industries Tuesday, December 02, 2003
I have 87 Passwords and User Ids and it is a bitch. I suspect I actually have more. I would appreciate it if the computer could just recognize my stroke pattern on the keys or something and know that it is Snaps, but alas this is not so, yet. Each of us have a unique, a very special, a one in an infinite way, of softly stroking, of softly stroking the keys. There are some patterns to my Passwords and User Ids. Propriety prohibits disclosure though. Still the well focused or astute or someone with an IQ over 145 would at least have some good clues. Recently I deleted everything in my cookie file and there was panic in The Emerald City. Sometimes it takes me awhile but I usually get in. I usually, but not always, get into my own accounts. What a bitch. And the answer is yes. Am I inconveniences by established processes and procedures? It is not that this dilemma is unacknowledged though. The soft and mushy, big brain, is working on it. In the not too distant future we will all have a card. There will be a place on your new computer to insert the card. When you are inserted, the universe will know that you are you. Bring it on. I have +87 User Ids and Passwords and I am not pleased. © 2003 big box industries
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