This comes pretty close to Clarice Starling’s backstory in “Silence of the Lambs.”
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I don’t see the ****ing tractors in these pictures!!!!
I SWEAR to you, I keep stumbling over these “I am not a robot” tests.
I know I’m not a replicant because I don’t have any superhuman powers. (I keep checking.)
I call it “The Duke’s Tavern.”
How’s this for a stroke of genius? My latest kick is ordering large cheeseburgers from The Texas Tavern (without the relish and mustard), and then adding Duke’s Mayonnaise at home.
I AM A CONNISEUR. (Or a connoisseur. I can never spell that word on the first try.)
People say I’m ghetto because of the soup I eat.
Man, the abuse I am getting on Facebook for posting this quick and tasty snack. It’s mild Italian sausage, diced and added to some good ol’ Ramen noodles.
Hey, it works for me.
My friends actually have a loooooong history of disapproving of my culinary choices. As always, that just means there’s more for me.
Sorry for this Cheese E. joke.
Or entropy or ennui. Seriously, have you ever been there?
Hai-chi? Tai-ku?
practice the ancient
art of combining haiku
with Tai Chi — hai-chi.
*A college pal suggested to me that “Tai-ku” might actually be the better portmanteau here. I admit he’s got a point.
Darwin’s bus station.
Construction proceeds slowly but surely off Campbell Avenue at the site of the now-extinct bus station.
I love the phrase “extinct bus station” — like it was too big and slow to adapt, and stone age hunters ran it down to oblivion.
Come on, Baby, light my fire.
A woman I know is into Wicca (or Druidism, possibly?). I don’t know. She needed a lighter for a candle-light … thing, I dunno. Maybe it’s the Equinox again. Girls like her have an Equinox they can invoke anytime they feel like getting witchy. Last year, there were like seven of them.
Anyway, she asked me to pick her up a lighter. I stopped off at a service station before I met up with her.
This is the lighter the dude behind the counter handed me. I did not request it. Nor did I notice the artwork until I handed it to my friend for her ritual. It was awkward, is all I’m saying.
There were plenty of regular, plain lighters behind the counter! Why did he hand me this one?!
Throwback Thursday: High School Politician Nolan!
This is from 1988 — it was my speech when I ran for president of the International Student Organization at Longwood High School.
I even had buttons made up. I was quite the extrovert back in those days (and a nerd too, in case you hadn’t noticed). But I wasn’t exactly Marcus Antonius, even if I wanted to be.
Note the use of a dot matrix printer! 😀
This is from The New York Post.
The conservative New York Post.
(Pic taken from Facebook.)
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 