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5 thoughts on “542 – Catching Up

  1. Some friction, but yeah. IRL, I’d like these two…they should have kids. 😉

    1. I might have to draw out what their kid would look like. First thought is that their kid would look like Ongo Gablogian from “It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia”

    2. He’s pushing 60, she’s maybe 30, more likely less. Chuck is most likely shooting blanks, and besides, he’s talking to her like a baby sister than a love interest.

  2. It is really hard to have a favorite character, as there are so many good ones. But I think Rosa is my favorite. Chuck is a good accomplice in sneaking work, but not much for romance. Uugh.

  3. I mean, if they don’t have at least an inkling of what’s going down, I’m actually disappointed in Clearstream. If anything, I’m starting to wonder if they caught on and realized “Wait, we can use this.”

    Because of course they can. 😉

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542 – Catching Up

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.