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I dreamed that I was at the mall clowning around with a few pals. Horace is the only one I can identify. It was kind of like we were teenagers. I get isolated, though, lost. I don't even know how to get home on my own. At first, I think I only have to call Arthudo to pick me up. But then I cannot recall the phone number. Nothing comes to mind. I am desperately fishing through my wallet to see if something might have the number. I can't find anything, and I'm getting quite scared. But then Arthudo just wondrously shows up. He said that he had been looking hard for me. I woke up with the sense that it was a happy dream. A really touching note was that Arthudo was his younger self as well, maybe even his thirties or forties. The funny thing is, I really cannot remember my phone number.
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I cut out of the Ricky Gervais show "After Life". He was coming out of his depression and getting all warm & fuzzy with the people in his life, and was even getting ready to form a new romantic relationship. That's not what I paid for, and so I left. I liked 'suicidal' better. However, I learned that that was the last episode of the season anyway. I doubt they are coming back for a second season. It would just be an "Everybody Loves Raymond" or "Frazier" kind of thing. The TV world doesn't need another dose of warmed over blandness.
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My daily Blurty wrap-up has evolved into something else. It's no longer really a wrap-up, though it still bears the same form of three items consisting of one little paragraph each. I now take the exercise to be another sort of collection. Once I get up in the morning, I am mindful that I need to find at least three experiences that I would like to keep from forgetting and falling into the void of oblivion. I am trying to keep to a minimum, if I cannot avoid altogether, weather reports and news items. I also don't really care for items like this one, that is, writing about writing. But asking for three veritably interesting items from my day ... can be a challenge.
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I cut out of the Ricky Gervais show "After Life". He was coming out of his depression and getting all warm & fuzzy with the people in his life, and was even getting ready to form a new romantic relationship. That's not what I paid for, and so I left. I liked 'suicidal' better. However, I learned that that was the last episode of the season anyway. I doubt they are coming back for a second season. It would just be an "Everybody Loves Raymond" or "Frazier" kind of thing. The TV world doesn't need another dose of warmed over blandness.
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My daily Blurty wrap-up has evolved into something else. It's no longer really a wrap-up, though it still bears the same form of three items consisting of one little paragraph each. I now take the exercise to be another sort of collection. Once I get up in the morning, I am mindful that I need to find at least three experiences that I would like to keep from forgetting and falling into the void of oblivion. I am trying to keep to a minimum, if I cannot avoid altogether, weather reports and news items. I also don't really care for items like this one, that is, writing about writing. But asking for three veritably interesting items from my day ... can be a challenge.