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Wednesday, October 26 2011

It was a cool and clammy day and mostly all I used it for was to continue work on my Wikipedia spidering system, facilitated this evening by my first French press of coffee in days (in continued keeping with my strict regulation of caffeine intake).
When Gretchen came home from the prison, she wanted to go down to Ray and Nancy's place to see Bruce (Ray's brother's dog, who is still here for some reason). Bruce has such a big head that his hind legs barely reach the floor; all he needs in the rear is a cantilever to keep his head balanced over his front legs. But all he wants to do is snuggle. Unfortunately, unlike our dogs, Bruce is a drooler (one who drools), and he tends to leave more snail trails on your trousers than you probably left on your high school girlfriend's.
Meanwhile Ray was negotiating an interview with a coffee shop up in Tivoli where he might one day work, perhaps as a manager. On the television was the Stephen Colbert episode where Colbert produces fake weirdo Herman Cain political ads that each end with different non-sequitur risky behaviors followed by slow Herman Cain smiles.


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