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From one bad mo fo to y’all, I’d like to dedicate this one to all my homies in Cell Block C. Ya see, those that know me, know me as a kind, jovial sort – quick with the quip and always angling for the laugh (call me the bastard love child of Carrot Top and Santa [...]

"So, he's going to use us as an intermediary, is that it?" "So it would seem. He can hardly come out and deal with the situation directly, can he? In this forum? No one would do that. It's not fair to anyone." "I suppose not. Smoke and mirrors, though. Redirection. He wants to express his anger - [...]

Consider myself pleased as punch as my fellow bloggers have at last returned in full glory. My computer monitor is doing an alarming occasional quick off and on which does not seem like it can be particularly good for it; if it blows out, I might not get around to posting this blog entry. First things [...]

There is a reason I've been absent for so long. I started writing a Blog - one of those throwback paeons to the good ol' days of yore (ie: my High School days) and when last I checked, I am on page 7 of a MS Word document using Times New Roman 10. I am [...]

I'm back from a week-long trip home in Cahvah (that's "Carver" to non-Massholes). Carver, for those not in the know, is a town just next to Plymouth, home of the Pilgrims. Carver is also the place where I spent the majority of my childhood. It has cranberry bogs. Lots of them. Unlike the trip to Hawaii [...]