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Wednesday, January 14, 2004

MURDER MYSTERY

Back at the office, it seems that the torturing of stuffed animals has started up again. In July, we had a series of deaths which went unexplained (see APPARENT SUICIDE). The mystery continues as this poor bunny (Jezebel) used to sit comfortably on a bookshelf, but now look at her. Some evil person slowly added books until she was squished like standing roadkill.


Down the hall, the killings continue. A certain cow with an identity crisis (it thinks it's a giraffe) was found hanging by the neck yesterday morning. Someone else must be planning on having roasted turkey for lunch as I found my turkey tied above my flame light. Clearly something has to be done so that other stuffed animals don't suffer the same fate.

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Monday, January 12, 2004

FIRE AND ICE

I was in Erie last week, and boy was it cold. I think it dropped to five degrees on Tuesday. There was also plenty of snow and white-out driving conditions. Not fun. Driving in that crap made me quickly realize it was time for new tires. Meanwhile back in Washington, it was sunny and warm, but that didn't last long. It seems that I brought the cold back with me, and while there's no snow here, it is cold as hell.


Fast forward to Saturday night, when I hear sirens in the distance. Nothing terribly unusual about that except that the sound got really close and suddenly stopped. I looked out the window to see four fire trucks pulled right up to the building. Funny, I don't remember hearing the fire alarm. I opened the window and thought I smelled smoke, but maybe it was just fire truck exhaust. The firemen were here for some time, and the hoses were definitely full of water, but I didn't see anyone or anything get sprayed, so I'm still not sure what was going on. All I know is that I was freezing just standing at the window, so I can't imagine how cold it must have been for those poor fire fighters - especially when they were packing up their gear, and handling those wet hoses.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2004

LEAP YEAR

For me, 2004 is going to be the year of the frog. My dad just delivered to the fiberglass shop, the first of two original frog sculptures for the upcoming LeapFrog Erie outdoor art project in Erie, PA. Very soon, a pond full of fiberglass copies of this frog will be hopping out of the molds and into the hands of participating artists. A second, seated frog, will not be far behind. I was able to help my dad just a little bit in the creation of this frog, but if all goes well, I'll be able to make a bigger contribution to the second one. Stay tuned.

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