Category Archives: Shaken and Stirred

Expired

If you’ve been following my history with this, well, two things: (1) You really need a life, and (b) You know I have a real issue with parking machines. Yoooge problems. Can’t help you with #1, except to recommend more … Continue reading

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Die Laughing

It seems I am “personally invited” (by mail) to “a seminar with a complimentary meal.” Who knew complimentary meals conducted seminars, free or otherwise? Oh, no wait, I see. If I attend this, um, seminar, which back in the days … Continue reading

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Pin Number

In the days since Trump’s election, people have begun placing a single pin on their shirts to convey a message of support — of safety, and protection — to minorities, women, immigrants and others who may feel threatened by the … Continue reading

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Bye Bye Berkeley

After years of neglect perpetrated by a continuing state of abject denial exercised by one of this household’s occupants — wanna guess which one? — we’re making repairs. New roof. Holes in ceiling (where leaks rendered destruction) sealed up, entire … Continue reading

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And You Thought CREP* Was Bad

We have telephones in the house that call out the name of the caller. They’re a speech therapist’s nightmare. They also can’t differentiate between a name and an acronym, so when (e.g.) the call comes from an entity shown as … Continue reading

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Around The Hurled in 80 Clicks

Early Friday I find a Sun-Sentinel instead of a Miami Hurled wrapped in plastic (along with the NY Times) on my driveway, so I call the Hurled to report the error. The usual recorded message plays, encouraging subscribers to go … Continue reading

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“Up on the Roof! 100 Proof!”

Remember that kind of call-and-response thing from years ago? Nothing to do with the song by the Drifters. Nothing to do with anything, as I recall, except adolescent hormones better left forgotten. Although I had occasion to think of at … Continue reading

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