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Print Story Cosmic Encounter
By iGrrrl (Sat Sep 11, 2010 at 12:10:26 AM EST) (all tags)
I am reading Heinlein's novel Starman Jones to K as her bed time reading. We've been working our way through the juveniles. A long time ago I traded all my early Heinleins to my ex (who is now Iron Maiden's stage manager), to pay for work on my car. I found that I missed them, so a few years later, when my friend Brad Weage was cleaning out his library of paperbacks, I got his copies of the Heinlein juveniles. They have his name stamped on the inside,
"From the Library of
Bradley K Weage"

Middle initial, no middle name, so no period after the K.

Brad is dead.

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Print Story It's been two years since I wrote
By 606 (Sat Jul 10, 2010 at 06:24:58 PM EST) life, change, Berlin, Calgary, misslake's eyes (all tags)
Haven't written a diary here in almost two years. Figured maybe I'd fill you in on my life. The summary:

2008: I live in Calgary. I work in the oilpatch. I own a car, furniture, and lots of shiny things.

2010: I live in Berlin. I work for a music software company. I rent a small apartment and own almost nothing.

I am happier.

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Print Story Things I learned from music lyrics.
By technician (Mon Jun 07, 2010 at 12:02:21 PM EST) (all tags)
Smile pretty and watch your back.

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Print Story Here
By Gedvondur (Tue May 11, 2010 at 12:53:00 PM EST) story, fiction (all tags)
A story.

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Print Story Ian Informed and the Hundred Pounds
By TheophileEscargot (Tue Mar 02, 2010 at 01:28:23 PM EST) (all tags)
Ian Informed earns a hundred pounds, which pushes him into the 40% tax bracket.

He puts his salary of £37,400 and average council tax of £1,078 into the IFS calculator and sees that he's in the 95th income percentile.

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Print Story WFC X - The Story of Danny Cobb
By 256 (Fri Feb 19, 2010 at 09:59:49 AM EST) WFC, WFCX, Danny Cobb (all tags)
Let me tell you about Danny Cobb. You met him once. You might not remember. You were just five years old, at a road-side diner on the way to somewhere. You were sitting on the edge of the chair, boots knocking against the crossbar, well shy of the ground. Just you and your mom.

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Print Story The Most Interesting Coffee Table You Will Ever Own
By atreides (Thu Feb 18, 2010 at 12:43:21 PM EST) (all tags)
I just put some ads on Craigslist for some stuff, but this one I had to share. I'm not sure I ever wrote about this night and if I did, it would have been on K5.

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Print Story a visit to the madhouse
By misslake (Mon Feb 08, 2010 at 09:48:19 PM EST) (all tags)
i visited an old friend the other day. haven't seen AS in three years.
we'd been in sporadic contact over that time.

he's been hospitalized/incarcerated/treated in various mental health centres.

it was delightful and terrifying and crazy.

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Print Story Two brushes with the law
By toxicfur (Sun Jan 31, 2010 at 04:00:44 PM EST) (all tags)
There are two things you should know about me.

One: While I make my living spinning words to persuade agencies to give my university and its researchers money, when I'm faced with a threat to myself, I am utterly unable to bullshit my way out. I'm much more likely to simply own up to whatever I'm accused of, or at least to whatever part I could rationally take responsibility for. In most cases, this works to my advantage. Nothing defuses a boss's anger or a parent's disappointment or a partner's displeasure than saying, "You're absolutely right. I screwed up. Here's my plan for making this right."

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Print Story Winter
By toxicfur (Sun Jan 17, 2010 at 01:52:55 PM EST) (all tags)
It's no secret that I do not like winter. I didn't like winter when I lived in North Carolina, where it's chilly and damp and rainy for most of February. I especially don't like winters in New England. Boston winters are nasty, brutish and long. Days are insanely short. The temperatures are uncomfortable. The wind whistles through the streets of Chinatown incessantly. My shoes are constantly caked with mud and salt. Winter requires carefully dressing for the temperature, both the temperature at dawn and the temperature during the middle-of-the-day thaw. Winter requires restrictive clothing, and an asthma inhaler.

I don't like winter sports. I don't like winter clothing. I don't like that on the days when it's warm enough to go hiking, the melting snow has turned the trails into sticky, slippery muck. I don't like that nothing is growing in the winter. My only outdoor chore this time of year involves picking up the vast quantities of dogshit that have been uncovered in the January thaw.

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