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Rhymes With Drowning: A Respectful Request
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Thursday, May 29, 2008. So I would just like to acknowledge the wonderful and loving support of my readers - and ask them not to make overly familiar or inappropriate comments on Raechelle's blog (or mine). My email address is easily obtained, and I'd love to hear from you in that medium. Edit: This is not directed at the moms. :-). Oh, the temptation is almost too painful. Stop right there, missy. :-).
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Rhymes With Drowning: STIFF Reminder
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Thursday, May 29, 2008. If you are in the Seattle area and want to come check out some bleeding edge films, you can buy tickets online. For certain features and film blocks. Ordinary Angels. Plays with the feature Sullen. And the descriptively titled Jack the Vomiter. Jack the Vomiter. Yeah. Should one assume this might not be a good entertainment choice for an emetophobe like myself? View my complete profile.
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Rhymes With Drowning: Well Crap.
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. Like we have enough good directors to spare. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Cancer widower at 36, father of two exceptional children, now remarried and opening a new chapter in the pulp adventure novel of life. View my complete profile. Life 2.0 (New Blog). Volant Sailing Adventures (Kit). Mr Flibble is VERY Cross (Gavin). Monkey Lady From Outer Space (Kayleigh).
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Rhymes With Drowning: Dear Pop
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Friday, May 30, 2008. Here we are, three years to the day since I last heard your voice. Three years since I called you in UW Hospital to tell you about our canine acquisition, Wiley. Three years since I told you I loved you without having to say it to an empty room. You would be proud of me, Dad. You ARE proud of me. What a beautiful post this is! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Rhymes With Drowning: January 2008
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. About the Palo Alto Children's Theater. Where Sam first met my shoes), and the investigation into alleged "financial irregularities" (the police won't get any more specific, although the investigation has been going on for months). Meanwhile, Michael is in Stanford Hospital with terminal stomach cancer, and is not looking too good at the moment. Wednesday, January 23, 2008. That life...
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Rhymes With Drowning: Grace is Gone
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Wednesday, May 28, 2008. Wow I would not have been able to handle this film a year or two ago. Wow. Can I just say, John Cusack. Is the MAN. I've seen him do romantic comedy. I've seen him do madcap. I've seen him do film noir. But I've really never seen him do a small, personal, heavy drama. And man, does he ever pull it off. There is nothing he can't do! Yeah, this shift is a REALLY good thing. Cancer widower ...
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Rhymes With Drowning: Fated to Make It
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions." - Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. Fated to Make It. That's the actual title of my horoscope today. Fated to Make It. I'm no longer drowning. I am not leaving the blogosphere, but neither am I defined by my losses or my grief. To do so would yield too much power to unworthy influences. But Rhymes With Drowning. Has clearly arrived at its final destination. I will update through the end of May. When it goes live in June.
