Random things for a random existence.
A sculpture by David Černý.
"Look, you con man, make a living out of your death."
Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast
(a John Hiatt song)
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Half-red, half-yellow chimera apple draws crowds at New Zealand store.
What phase of the moon are in we in?
Buddhist Boot Camp
My yard boots.
At The Timeclock
The two angels met at the time clock; one was punching out for the day, the other was punching in for the night shift.
"Hi, Frank. How was our human today?"
"Hard day today, Mike. The boss was on his ass all day. He had a flat tire going home and it was over 100 degrees out there. He's not getting any younger, you know. He doesn't know it, of course, but I made a tractor-trailer rig get off on the wrong exit just so it wouldn't scare him while he was changing the tire. I tried to cheer him up a little, too. Favorite songs on the radio. I got his wife's angel to make her think of meat loaf for dinner; he loves that."
"You're a good angel, Frank. I mean it. You really try to help. I'm always proud to share somebody with you."
"Same here, Mike. How many does this guy make now?"
"Oh gee, I never counted. Over 50 I guess. But they all had good lives. What's our guy doing now?"
"Watching the Angels game on TV. Hey, tomorrow morning don't tell me what happens, ok? I'm recording it."
"OK. I'm an Angels fan, too. Maybe I'll send him a good dream later. Any ideas?"
"Fishing with his Dad when he was a boy. He loves that one."
"Good idea, Frank. I'm on it. See ya in the morning, buddy."
"See ya, Mike. By the way, he's off tomorrow. Make sure he doesn't forget and set the damn alarm clock anyway. He could use the sleep."
"Got it."
Until next time,
James
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