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I never know what to write on condolences cards, and I always get them after several people have already signed and taken all the good cliches. "Sorry to hear of your loss," "My thoughts are with you," etc.

Gah. Someone's mother dies and here I am whining about having to sign the card. What an asshole. But forget that--what do I write?

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This morning I missed a chance at a really good found object photo of a wine glass discarded in the leaves with a couple of ounces of red still in it. Didn't have the camera with me--and what bugs me is that I thought about picking it up before I left the house, but I thought, "Nah, I won't see anything worth taking a picture of." At lunch I went home and got the camera, and of course when I got back the damned glass was gone.

Shit. And that was a pretty nice slug of wine I coulda had too.

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OK, I've teased you poor kids long enough. And now, AND NOW, I'm finally going to show you footage of me playing with my balls. My three balls. I'll bet you thought I couldn't really do it.

9.82 mb Quicktime MOV file

I owe it all to Eliza Lou . . . :-)