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If all else fails ...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I can always move to Poland and become a magician. Hell, I'd be a full-on Wizard there...
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What's heartbreaking about this is the magician was the only one to touch and handle the props, and he "Mixed Up" the bags himself. I'm thinking he had a grudge against the TV host. I've seen this trick done successfully many times in far more interesting and challenging ways.
Hodge Podge
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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A hodge podge of dreams that made little sense...
I'm standing at a center at the base of Mt. Shasta, it's early, I'm here with m y daughter to climb it. There's some sort of stairway to the top, like for Mt. Fuji or Kilimanjaro, and a couple of old men are coming down out of the mist, crankily discussing the problems with the new generation.
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In an old old house, trying to clean things up for the people that live there, I'm getting disgusted, there are little frogs, leopard and rain-forest bright red poison dart frogs hopping around limply on the carpet, looking for their terrarium, water, something to eat, and I'm offended with all this abuse and am going to leave when the bosses nephew shows up and tells me he has their container, a 4 sided chamber with round compartments for each of the animals...
...Now a door, into the terrarium, I open it and inside I see a bear with 4 stuffed toy wolf pups, on leashes, there's the real wolf pup on the ground by the center and I see that it's been half eaten by the bear and I understand that the bear would eat anything that wasn't his, the restaurant owner's in the room, in a temper, and he's leaving, heading for the door with the bear, I close it and make my escape, down flights of stairs, deeper into the house, deliberately choosing a non-obvious route for my flight, looking for an exit, I'm leaving...
Inappropriate
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Conversations
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In the mood for a burrito and so I head down to my favorite fast food franchise...
The employee/burrito assembler, I know him, recognize him from the Gay Bar, we've chatted, he's flaming but nice...
It's a quiet night and so he's a little more engaging than usual. It's his second last night, he's taking a month off, renewing his work permit, he tells me he's Indian (East, obviously), he's surprised I didn't guess, (flaming has it's own accent that obliterates all others), I didn't, courtesy really, didn't want to speculate and as I was ordering a burrito I was kinda hoping he was Mexican...
"I haven't seen you forever...last time you were with that cute man..."
"My Son" I say...
"Really? Is he single?..."
"He is, but you know, I think he's straight..." I say the last apologetically, like I raised him wrong and have to live out a lifetime of disappointment, a lot of people think "straight" means "homophobic" but that isn't the case with us, still,...
He continues..."I thought he was your lover. Well. You know, I've slept with 23 Men and 19 of them said they were straight....I'm pretty sure I could convert him..." This is followed with an invitation to go on a date, how will we keep in touch, and I'm thinking we're keeping in touch just fine and if he's not here then I'll run into him at McDonalds or Wendy's or wherever, or not at all, and I profess to being a Luddite, no phone, email, facebook, and he kinda gets the hint, I'm saved by the arrival of other customers, and I'm thinking that maybe I've gotten a little too liberal...
Vase Used as Doorstop
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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The repatriation of Chinese Antiquities has inflated prices very favorably...
Link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/chinese-vase-auction-doorstop_us_57777e21e4b09b4c43c0aa5f
Always it's a vase, and more importantly, it's recognizing what you have...
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