Month: August 2013

W-Types

Women are cunning.  It’s not a bad thing, and it wasn’t meant to sound like that.  Cunning is a compliment.  It’s clever.  It’s because of their keen intuition.  They are cunning because they are the sole reason why us men fall in love with them.  Yes, even the gay men out there; you love women, but in…

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Garden Growing

The greetings, shaking hands and hello, were casual–cool, collected.  There is nothing like walking into a new scene and people begin eyeballing you, sizing you up and trying to deduce your persona, but not allowing these preconceived notions–especially the negative ones–gain the upper hand.  If someone were to come barreling in with the party mode agenda,…

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Lost Inside My Mind

Sleeping in a much larger city is comforting.  Let’s say New York for instance; the city is fresh in my mind, and a string of these posts will be about this past weekend.  Yes, I am back.  It was necessary to take a few days off from writing, and it was important to absorb everything around…

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Syracuse Improv Collective Week

Syracuse Improv Collective will be playing two shows next week!  Remember, current and new fans, all of our shows are (obviously) different every show!  Hope to see you there! The first is Wednesday, August 7th, and the show will be at Funny Bone Comedy Club, which is located in Destiny USA.  The show is at 7:30…

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This is a Pointless Post, Which Means it Deserves a Long Drawn-Out Emo-like Title, Yet There Isn’t a Contrived Metaphor

My guitar was sitting without strings.  The strings–at one pont–were still on the guitar, but they drooped with the ends resting upon the ground.  One of the strings broke at one point, so I stopped playing.  The damn pegs were difficult to pull out, and the tool to remove such nuisances was (and still is)…

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PB Sans J

Looking at my toast yesterday morning, I questioned my dislike of jelly.  My palate has conversed with my brain, which convinced my tongue that there are plenty of other things to try out there.  The condiments–jelly and jam–are aesthetically displeasing to me.  They don’t smell right.  They don’t taste right.  Varieties have been tried, so my…

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