shane's 'blog

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Sympathy for the Unwanted Son

I feel sorry for Monday.

Don't you?

If not for the tragedy of the work-week, Monday could be a day as good as any other. Instead Monday is the black sheep, the ugly duckling of its six brothers and sisters, the unwanted redhaired stepchild we do our best to ignore. Friday and Saturday are the shining favorites, the football hero and prom queen, while Sunday is the spoiled goody-goody of the family, all A+ grades and go-to-church clothes.

But Monday is ragged and homely, smelling of body-odor and the booze Saturday spilt on him, searching clumsily for a cup of coffee to help him survive till Tuesday can take over.

It's unfair!

Monday wishes he were born last, so he could be the delinquent, cherished, spoiled son we pray comes quickly and safely to us at the week's end.
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4/27/2003 06:21:00 PM

Sunday, April 20, 2003

Happy EEE!ster
(Or, alternately, just Happy Spring.)

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A Note from 'Argy':
     Hello.
     I know there are some people who read this page regularly, and I'm grateful for that. Every e-mail I get means a great deal to me, sometimes motivating me to write on nights when I'm tired and disgusted and would rather just go to sleep.
     If you've written me, or if you just stop in and read this page occasionally:
     Thank you. Sincerely.
     However, I may update Argybarple a little more sporadically this summer. I really need to submit for publication more, to shop around some short-stories, and to work on others that are in progress (and by now are probably growing dusty in drawers). I don't put everything I write up on Argybarple, and there are outside projects that should be taking up much more of my time. (Argybarple is a sort of practice space and sample area.)
     Who knows? If I don't feel pressured to update this page regularly, I will probably add to it more often than ever. But, if I take a couple weeks off now or then:
     Please don't forget me. Or think that I've commited writer's harakiri, walking off into a lake with my manual Smith~Corona chained 'round my waist to weight me down.
     And again:
     Thanks. And feel free to keep sending me an e-mail now and again -- I really do like mail.
     -Shane

4/20/2003 12:10:00 AM

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

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(That's right, I'm taking a break again, working on other projects. Back soon.)

4/15/2003 09:45:00 PM

Saturday, April 05, 2003

What I Learned Today
By Shane
Age Thirty-Something

When I was young(er) I thought trolls lived under bridges. Now I am older and I know they are just homeless people.

Irregardless is now officially an acceptable word, as irredundant as that may be.

Geese sometimes fight, but they rarely actually exchange blows. Instead they fuss, flap, posture and honk -- very much like traffic.

The Fool is the best card in the Tarot deck:

"When you don't know where you're going,
all roads lead there!"
Graphic scanned and altered from the Waite Tarot.
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4/05/2003 04:10:00 PM