Author Archives: Pat Greene

Cryptic comment for today.

I am too cranky to be Jenny, too lethargic to be Amy, and I lack Joanne’s strength of personality.

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Today’s automatic-writing query

Spontaneously generated during a slow spell in tonight’s trivia game: Why do people hate Comic Sans so much? I think it’s cute.  Does that say something disturbing about my character? Or at the very least my sense of taste?

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Progress.

I was sent a job lead last week — unfortunately just before I found out about my fellow group member’s suicide.  I have been in some state of shock for the past several days — the little bits of writing … Continue reading

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This post by Reginald Braithwaite at raganwald’s posterous identifies the problem of employers — or prospective employers — demanding to see people’s private social media posts with precision and humor.  My favorite sentence? I’m extremely vague on the correlation between … Continue reading

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I get so tired of idiocy.

Dear Mr. Santorum: Not only does the University of California system have American History courses, contrary to your claim to a crowd in Wisconsin, they require American History in order to obtain an undergraduate degree. Now, admittedly, all campuses except … Continue reading

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Why, yes, I can be charming and persuasive.

Before things went very bad on Thursday, I was making cold calls to businesses who had donated to the Gala in the past but who had not done so this year. Out of nine calls, I had gotten three definite … Continue reading

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Like sands through the hourglass.

Tomorrow is Railfan’s eighteenth birthday. I keep feeling like this cannot be happening, much like I did when the Not-So-Little Drummer Boy turned twenty-one.  Where did the time go? How can so many years have slipped by so fast? I … Continue reading

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Okay, then.

The other day I was driving the Red-Headed Menace and Railfan to school.  The Red-Headed Menace was excited about a problem-solving method he had learned in his math class. Red-Headed Menace: Railfan, do you want to know how to do … Continue reading

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After yesterday, part of me wants to go away and hide.  Part of me wants explanations.  Part of me is scared: what about all the other people in my life who suffer from depression or other mental illnesses? Are they … Continue reading

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Perspective. At too high a cost.

That problem with my laptop?  The sticky keys from where I dropped a mocha on it? Unimportant.  That my kids are getting older and I am stressed about what I am going to do? Not that big a deal, in … Continue reading

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As things stand.

The space key sticks and the backlights to the keyboard are gone. And Apple wants $700 to repair damage from liquid spills. I do not think so.  They said that I could take it to and Apple authorized repair place, … Continue reading

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Dignity may be overrated.

I am at the Apple Store, reminding myself that people generally react badly when you break into loud, wracking sobs in public.

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I had so much to say, too.

I’ve been working at Starbucks at least once a week for years. Today, for the very first time…. I spilled coffee on the laptop. I do not know what will happen. It does not appear to have fried anything but … Continue reading

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A somewhat metaphysical observation.

If you keep writing the letters W – H – Y over and over, at some point they become meaningless.

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About that post I wrote about my mood earlier…. You guys do know I would never, ever actually do that, right?  I would not hurt a fly.  I wouldn’t even hurt a Tea Partier. I know I seem heartless sometimes, … Continue reading

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