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The Lost Boys
Good morning and a blessed day to each and every one of you! Not reading past here? Too bad, I already wished you happiness and there’s no retreating from that. So there, be happy, if absent. There’s no perfect attendance prize here, nor should there be anywhere. Quick question, mostly to energetic dog owners and Continue reading
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Harlot’s Web
Greetings, plucky travelers! Another day, another thankful pleasure to make your acquaintances. Our last post was heavier than the scale even measures, so while today’s is less somber, it’s still vaguely tangential to our former musings. Alas, everything is connected anyway so there’s no escaping the pseudo-maudlin. Or is there? Not much preamble today, I’ve Continue reading
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Don’t Look Quack In Anger
I heard you say. Salutations friends, thank you so much for joining us for another rousing edition of, “The Blaikie Picayune”. Canada’s least popular, nonexistent, digital newspaper. And those rankings are surprisingly well contested. If no news is good news then you’re going to be ecstatic. I partook in a minor disagreement last week with Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 