Irony? Foreshadowing?

There’s a business in Dwight, Illinois, that makes headstones for graves. It’s called Grieff’s Monuments. It’s like the dentist named Dr. Payne and the urologist Dr. Head. Just strikes me as funny is all.

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No grape for me


Purple is, and always has been, my least-favorite candy flavor. Yes, I call purple a flavor because I refuse to call it grape. Purple never, ever tastes like grape. Not in Sprees, SweetTarts, Smarties or Skittles. No DumDums or Jujubees or Lifesavers or Starburst. They all have purple, and none of them taste anything like grapes. Did Willy Wonka decide back in the day that because something was purple (or grape-colored) that it should just be called grape? And then all the other sugar-pushing pimp daddies agreed?

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The paper monkey on my back

How does one maintain regular creativity? And isn’t that oxymoronic? You shouldn’t schedule creativity. Creativity, by it’s very nature, is spur-of-the-moment, unrehearsed, spontaneous. Isn’t it?

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Does AT&T’s coverage extend to hell?

At mass Saturday night, we had the treat of listening to another homily by the new associate pastor of our parish. I heard the guy for the first time a few weeks ago and was not impressed. I don’t agree with his views on a lot of things. Well, I don’t agree with the Church’s views on a lot of things but for the most part I can skate by with a live-and-let-live attitude while gravitating toward the more progressive priests and nuns. Yes, there are a few. There aren’t many, but they give me hope for the Church.

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