Distracted on my commute home by three parachuters, slowly circling, descending through the night sky, spewing 20 foot jets of spark and flame. Because halftime, because Monday Night Football, because America.
Distracted on my commute home by three parachuters, slowly circling, descending through the night sky, spewing 20 foot jets of spark and flame. Because halftime, because Monday Night Football, because America.
Clearing out the inbox1 … this might be my favorite email of all time? Triply good, because I received it thrice2.
- From:
- Pappy
- To:
- Eric Portis
- Date:
- Friday, June 7, 2013 4:08:19 PM
- Subject:
- Re: Bookie balance
Dear Eric aka:;THE BOOKIE from Denver,Thanks for the status report on my account but i must
in all respect beg to differ. If you recall pappy gave you $30 bucks cash to bet for me on the derby,so
my bet was paid for in advance; you cannot take $30 off of the winnings again.THE CORRECT ACCOUNT BALANCE IS $64 WHICH IS WHAT THE $5 ACROSS THE BOARD BET RETURNED
ON ORB The Mutuwals were $12.80-7.40-5.40 for a $2.ticket.The total pay out for $5 wps is $64 total not $60 as you reported..The rest of your calculations are correct.ACORDING TO MY MATH AFTER THE PREAKNESS BET OF $12=RETURNED ON OAXBOW $44.80 AND DEDUCTING
MIMI'S! LOSSING BETS $8------MY ACCOUNT BAL. IS CURRENTLY ------$88.80.
AFTER MY CORRECTIONS - I HOPE YOU AGREE WITH THIS--WILL CALL YOU TOMORROW TO PLACE MY BET ON THE BELMONT. LOVE, MIMI AND PAPPY - LOVE YA1
He was right, of course; I’d shorted him $34. Every day should be Grandparent’s Day.
I finally got around to watching Late Night Work Club’s Ghost Stories. It’s … amazing.
If I had to pick a favorite ... Phantom Limb by Alex Grigg made me press pause for a little while and collect myself.
But they're all great.
Even the ones that aren’t great are still good — brave and pretty and they made me think.
You should buy it.
Have I mentioned how exciting it was to have my Scalables post linked to by Jeremy Keith, whose book taught me HTML5? No? Super exciting, that’s how exiting.
Anyways, just helping him test webmentions.
A fit, sane-looking woman avoids eye-contact but shouts encouragement from her bike to no one. “Come on! Keep it coming! You’re going strong, you guys!”
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Two sixty-somethings in business-casual attire are having a smoke-break tryst in the passenger seat of an SUV, in a dirt parking lot, at 9:30 on a Tuesday morning. I manage only a fleeting glimpse of the bald-headed, sun-glassed man’s face, which is graced by an enormous smile.
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20 mph headwinds make me slow and the dark scarier. Sounds are muffled; instantly whisked away. I’m liable to startle someone. No one could hear me scream.
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I stop to help a drunken bartender who is sitting, a little bloody, in spandex, next to his wrecked bike. “I fucked up my shoulder, man; I just worked a double; I ate shit.” Trying to re-thread his chain, I tie it in knots. He calls a cab and thanks me profusely.
Tea injury.