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This will only be mildly amusing if you don’t know who Neil Gaiman is. Thanks to Puck for suggesting a modification of my original idea, which makes it less obscure:

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Hollywood celebrities are the court jesters of today.
Instead of dressing them up in bright colours and making them dance around, we invade their private lives, put the photographs up on brightly-coloured magazine covers framed with shocking headlines written by an infinite number of monkeys typing on an infinite number of keyboards.

– James Robert Allison

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Do not glorify death.
Glorify that which comes after.

– James Robert Allison

I suppose that would be more philosophical or deep if I believed in life after death…

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I had a dream last night that I got into the Juniors of the Team Canada hockey team, as goalie. This is weird because:

1) I’m almost 36
2) I can barely skate
3) I’m a terrible goalie

I was younger in the dream and my son Geoffrey was there too, a little older. I guess in the dream he was my little brother, which is also weird because I have no siblings.

I neglected to tell my boss about it until the last minute, and also didn’t tell my family. I didn’t go to any of the practices and showed up at the last minute for the first game. The end of the dream was me rushing around looking for my equipment and I don’t think I was going to make it. It was more stressful because I was the only goalie.

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With all the crap that Homeland Security has done, I propose a new identification armband:

If you want more information on this, Google shows 4.6 million hits for “Homeland Security” and “abuse”. Also, their latest abuse of authority.

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Hey, I got an iPod! Here’s what I do when I put it on:

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A few months ago I wrote this short story. I just did the final editing, and since I’m in a dark mood, here it is. It’s only 3 1/2 pages, so won’t you spare a few minutes?

The Balcony

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I made a quiz!

Which Star Trek movie are you?

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