Somewhere, over Lughanasadh (Way up High….)

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So as I was standing in the middle of a redwood grove, in the middle of 80 cheering celebrants, wearing a bright green corduroy jacket with gold lam̩ trim, tights, a cutlass and a top hat Рright as I was about to kiss my High Priestess, who was wearing a red Renaissance era ball gown, and who was a man named Skot, my mind decided that was the moment to consider the question: What in the HELL was I doing? [Read more...]

AskAngus16: Tardy, Sticky Ghosts

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Bending the fourth dimension to fashion an artificially long day will only create a well along the time space continuum, and in no time (ha – sorry) a starship from some Star Trek spin-off series will appear in orbit. [Read more...]

AskAngus15: Hipster Hoarders

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Some folks end up with these Teetering Towers of Doom altars – sky-high parfaits of leaves, trinkets, feathers, pictures, rocks, melted wax, shells, knives, unopened mail, dust, calcified corn dollies, unidentified compost filler, ribbons from Pantheacon and a broken pestle with a missing mortar. This – this is not helping. [Read more...]


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