01 January 2018

The ghost of Microblogging Past

“She smells like parole officers ought to smell.”

(Not really in the script.)

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“That dweam within a dweam ....”

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The lady motorist with the license plate frame assuring us that Happiness Is Knowing Christ, certainly drives as if keen on meeting Him at the earliest opportunity.

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Dick van Dyke, making love to his wife (Mary Tyler Moore) over the phone with a disguised voice. This cannot end well. Strike that: it’s a comedy, and shall end well.

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You may think it a nuisance, but we all need the overachievers . . . .

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“… planning arcane procedures.”

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“It all started at lunch. Wolfe splashed a drop of sauce from the spare ribs right on his tie ....”

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[Karl] found half an inch of tea gone cold in the bottom of the cup, and he’s going to DO something about it!

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Keep Calm and Choir On

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The stare of the chap across the aisle, directed at his smartphone, can only be described as harsh.

No; I don’t wish to know.

(All these on some 31 December or other.)


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