The Complaint
November 21, 2011 in Crime and Punishment
On Cinco de Mayo of this year, I was working at an off-duty detail for extra money at a local department store. I was in the car—probably typing or editing something for this blog—but I honestly don't remember what I was doing. At about nine o'clock the dispatcher came over the radio with a car crash that was just south of my location—about half a mile away. Normally a crash wouldn't take me off of my detail, but the notes said that it was a three-car collision where multiple children had been ejected from the vehicle and were lying dead in the street.
Do you guys have that binder or folder or stack of papers in an old trunk at home labeled the “Oh Man, That’s Embarrassing” file? Old writing, from back when you were young and infinitely more adept at seeing the beauty of a perfectly worn pair of Doc Martens or a perfectly placed “fuck” in a poem that defined all that is wrong with the world? Maybe it’s called your “Goddamned Phonies” File.
You might have heard, if you strained your ears and got them as close to your laptop speakers as possible and turned up the volume to max and had someone else point out what Mr. Biden said or saw a video who’s audio was enhanced and played it again and again like the following clip: 
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Wordsmoker Commenting: Replying To Comments
January 25, 2009 in Wordsmoker Commenting
You may have noticed little “Reply To” arrows next to each comment. I’ve managed that part at least, but I’ve spent the last four hours trying to get them to actually do something. They don’t. I’m past the point of pulling my hair out, and on the verge of a screaming/tear-filled fit. So I’m going to ask for help from some people who actually might know what they’re doing.
In the interim, don’t bother clicking them. Apologies for the confusion.
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