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An Opening Scene?

Apparently Ben Folds writes rock operas by accident.

According to one new friend, anyway.

I believe her.

  
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And I think lots of you already know this, but I have moved to LA. Some destinies call from the west.

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Filed under  //   accidents   ben folds   destiny   los angeles   music   rock operas  

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Don't Get Stinged

Bumble bees want to be nice. And they are. They won’t sting you if you just look at them. The only times they sting you are when you try to grab them. Or, when you step on them. Or, when you put them in your mouth. So, don’t catch them or walk on them. Or try to eat them. ‘Cause you’ll be stinged. They like when people look at them. And they like looking at us.

Or so says a three year old.

An accidental metaphor? For everything?

Thank you, Lauren, for listening carefully and taking notes.

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Filed under  //   accidents   animals   bees   being nice   coexistence   lmw   metaphors   observation   warnings   wisdom  

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Accidental (and Incomplete) Eavesdropping

Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah...so they roast goats in the foyer.

End of conversation.

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Accidental Networking

I started following @karlrove on Twitter the other day, and, ever since, a steady stream of conservative tweeters have been following me (conservative to the point of mentioning the word conservative in their tweet-size Twitter profiles).

Is that weird?  Cause for concern?  Cause for celebration?  Opportunity to make online friends with a totally new demographic?  Hmmm...

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Text Message Philosophy

Giuls asks:

How can you say the future is at your command?

I answer:

You can't. You just do the best you can.


She answers:

Piece of cake: You can't - It's not.


She gets points for the reference back to the music.  I get points for rhyming, even though it was an accident.

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