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Purple Burp Machine
This one always reminds me of grape soda, does it remind you of that? I'm sure it does. So it goes.
This issue embraces individual differences.
A False History, Of Sorts
This is, perhaps surprisingly, not continued in many ways from the previous issue, even though it has a very similar title and most of the same words (last fact may not be entirely true).
A False History
Sometimes the truth is best left so unsaid that you wind up saying something else entirely, instead.
I Want Out
Quoth the vicar to the kumquat.
Turtles are not Indigenous to Mars
You would do well to remember that, when visiting Mars with your pet turtle.
Some little invader brought in some little germs to infect the office.
The Vicious Rumors of a Closed Down Insurance Office
Loose lips may sink ships, but a cannon would be a good idea, if you're thinking of trying to actually sink a ship.
Sometimes, the Best Excuse is the One with Wings
Well, the novel writing thing is over, with a grand total of nine words written. This, thankfully, contains none of those words.
Late Night Food Run
This is a few words more than I have currently for NaNoWriMo. Which is to say, not a lot. Maybe we can call it NaShStWriMo for us.
Skateboarding Giraffe (Nano)
Six and a half words out of fifty thousand now, after a bit of thinking.
Six words out of fifty thousand now, after a bit of editing.
To Be Followed By NaNoEdMo
We're right in the thick of it. Well, as thick as seven words out of fifty thousand can be, anyway.
Nanoo, Nanoo (tm)
And so we begin the pre-preparations. It's going to be a long month.
What up with the next couple weeks, yo? We'll tell you what, I tell you what.
We spent some time in our friend Thoreau's woods this afternoon. And we saw no sign of spirea.
We're in Ireland this week. And this issue is in your head.
An ode, well, not quite an ode, to a bush. A very stubborn, rootsy bush.
Feed the Baby
A little story about the man in white. Sort of.
My Arms! My Arms!
All I can say right now is ow.
Mistakes are the Portal of Disco
Like the eyes are the windows to the soul, mistakes are the portal of disco.
Scary Beet Feet
You are what you eat, and walk upon.
The Well Has Run Dry
I don't know what this is about, but hopefully it isn't about a little pissant in Falmouth.
Zebus of the World Unite!
Do you know what a zebu is? Sure, sure you do.
The Life of the Fly: With Which are Interspersed Some Chapters of Autobiography
No one told you to open that door, mate.
Waking Up Slowly
A little bit more nothing from the other side.
What Happens Under the Great Gum Tree
We're all so very tired this week. Lessons to be learned: Never do that again.
Under New Management (Faux Friendly)
The little sidetrip, we wrap it up... and send off the result to the Chamber of Commerce of Falmouth, MA.
Under New Management (Without a Clue)
A little sidetrip inspires this week's issue. Not necessarily in a good way... but hey, it's material.
The Opposite of Salad
A short one, prepping for a beachy time.
You Are What You Have to Wrestle in Pudding
What the heck are a bunch of cows doing on my television?
Big in Japan, Hated in Venezuela 5
So, there you have another week, another chunk of the serial. Funny how that works like that.
Big in Japan, Hated in Venezuela 4, The Interlude
What happens when you argue with Boston cabbies? Lots.
Big in Japan, Hated in Venezuela 3
A story about the way things were... and how they got to be.
Big in Japan, Hated in Venezuela 2
A continuation of the story about the wayward... sort of, second baseman.
Big in Japan, Hated in Venezuela
A small voyage into and away from something and nothing and everything. Which might sound deep, to a first year college student, but really means we didn't have a good idea of what the issue was about when we wrote this description.
What Am I Doing?
This could have been a much more verbose title, I suppose. But, then, we don't have time for that, do we?
I'll Die in Daylight
This is a short and sweet little one. Or at least one of the two. We shall see.
Thank You Thank You Thank You
What is going on around here?
Widsith the Wide-Traveled
It's about a guy, a guy with a lot of miles in his shoes. I'd say "on his shoes", but the miles would more likely be on the soles of them, not on top of them.
A Case of Too Much Fun
A sing songy little voice is sometimes all it takes to ruin a day.
I Trains Fishes
The nicest surprises come in little, non-surprising packages, especially if you've got a weak heart.
The Day the Plague Hit
So we got hit by the plague... it happens.
Don't stop thin. There was more, but not like that.
It Wasn't Supposed to Be Like This
Small, delightful. Just enough content to get by.
Don't Touch the Blue Button, Please
This is not what you might think it is about. Then again, it might be.
What Happens in Katmandu 2
What will happen in Katmandu will more likely than not stay in Katmandu. Especially if it's a goat, as we've seen.
What Happens in Katmandu
What will happen in Katmandu will more likely than not stay in Katmandu.
From the Floor
A view to a thrill... a very short thrill and view... from the floor.
Who Ate All the Tic Tacs?
There are great mysteries in life. Then, there are the other mysteries. This is one of each, funnily enough.