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#437. EPISODE EIGHTEEN
60 Jun 24, 2019
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#436. 419 – The Doctor Is In (END OF EPISODE 17)
48 Jun 05, 2019
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#435. 418 – Making Huachucas Cry
42 May 29, 2019
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#434. 417 – Need Aid? Grenade!
45 May 22, 2019
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#433. 416 – Secs And Violence
39 May 15, 2019
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#432. 415 – Thudding Optimism
45 May 08, 2019
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#431. 414 – Gun Control
41 May 01, 2019
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#430. 413 – AK O.K.
44 Apr 24, 2019
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#429. 412 – Apology Deflected
44 Apr 17, 2019
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#428. 411 – Nope A Dope
43 Apr 10, 2019
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#427. 410 – All Downhill From Here
45 Mar 20, 2019
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#426. 409 – And Don’t Call Her Shirley
44 Mar 13, 2019
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#425. 408 – Watching The Huachers
45 Mar 06, 2019
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#424. 407 – Talk To The Ranch Hand
45 Feb 27, 2019
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#423. 406 – We Interrupt This Broodcast
46 Feb 20, 2019
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#422. 405 – Harsh Reality
45 Feb 13, 2019
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#421. 404 – Greenscreen With Envy
45 Feb 06, 2019
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#420. 403 – All The World’s A Soundstage
44 Jan 23, 2019
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#419. 402 – Have Sword, Will Travelogue…
45 Jan 16, 2019
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#418. 401 – Zoological Anxiety
43 Jan 09, 2019
Topics, topics, everywhere…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve forgotten.
Dang, that would actually make for a pretty good opening line to a novel, wouldn’t it? But what I mean specifically in this case isn’t just “where did I put my keys?” or “what was that dude’s name?”
No, in this case it’s the fact that so much has happened since the last time I really blogged that it’s all sort of mushed together in my head to a useless amount of white noise. It’s the same phenomenon I experience when I have a few hours to kill and decide to watch a movie, but suddenly all I can think of is several instances since the last time I watched a movie where I picture myself clearly uttering, “oh man, I totally still need to watch <REDACTED>” and no it’s not a movie called REDACTED it’s just that for the life of me I can’t recall what it was.
Maybe you’ve experienced the same thing. No? Just me then? Do you perhaps (figuratively or literally) lower your glasses just so upon the bridge of your nose, peer over them and suggest, in none too dulcet tones that “Well, Mr. Writer… perhaps you ought to start writing these things down?”
Perhaps, perhaps. Something to be aspired to. The middle-aged dog learning a new trick. In the meantime there’s so much to say that I don’t quite know what to say at all. Topics, topics everywhere, and not a thought to think.
S’alright though, I’m pretty sure I’m inherently incapable of shutting up. Gimme a week or two and we’ll figure this out.