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Start punching keys! On the way to 50,000 words.
Even in death, this one put up a fight.
Anyone missing a hen?
Today offered good pointers on relics, refuse, and recycling.
Stories behind the attack that shaped American history.
Rediscovering the record player is a treat, especially for Christmas!
I just finished my eleventh novella for National Novel Writing Month.
Your 50,000 words aren’t gonna write themselves, you know.
One of the charming constants about our universe is that discovery is always subject to redefinition. This should never be a downer to the explorer, but a source of wonder to rekindle our spirit. Perhaps one day we will find that the human is the greatest curiosity of all.
Dodging madmen and hell-raisers in my commute has led me to revile other drivers, yet in an attempt to be drive more safely, I need to trade this notion for another: these folks are just like me.
I miss my years in the Boy Scouts. I miss the camping, the hiking, the training, and the uniforms. I especially miss the greatest tool a Scout could ever carry—the Swiss Army Knife. My wife got me a new one for Christmas, and I’ve since used it to open boxes and cut tape. Last night,…