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Mais Porquoi?

September 10th, 2011 1 comment

I call this photo exhibit, “Mon chien est gros, mais pourquoi?” For some reason, this is much funnier to me in French. Click the pictures for a rough translation. Mon chien est gros, mais pourquoi?         Fini.

The Ghost of Gigagiggles Past (7 of 7)

September 9th, 2011 Comments off

Calling originally posted June 3, 2009 You live on the shore of a country where the wind is rare. To pass the time, you build a boat. The project is preposterous, and your friends are quick to tell you so. There is no wind. You make yourself busy with the work of the day, and [...]

The Ghost of Gigagiggles Past (6 of 7)

September 8th, 2011 Comments off

Note from the future: This is crazy. Read this. Supernatural Aid originally posted October 10,2007 On Sunday, while waiting to go to the rehearsal for my best friend’s wedding, my six-year-old daughter and I goofed around outside. It’s October in Massachusetts (as it is in most other places right now) and there is clover everywhere. [...]

The Ghost of Gigagiggles Past (4 of 7)

September 6th, 2011 Comments off

Note from the future: Some giggles are Middle-Earthy. There and Not Quite Back Again originally posted September 24, 2005 I mostly feel good. I have the occassional bout of what on earth am I doing? …I chose not to join my former colleagues in the return to Cyan on Wednesday. The lay-off cracked open a door [...]

The Ghost of Gigagiggles Past (2 of 7)

September 4th, 2011 Comments off

Timequake - originally posted August 14, 2005 I’ve always liked Kurt Vonnegut’s writing style.  Absurd situations punctuated with moments of poignancy – his stories match my experience.  Life is bizarre, inscrutable and occassionally, momentarily, incredibly beautiful. In Timequake, speaking in his own voice, Vonnegut tells of a real conversation he had with his dying ex-wife:

The Ghost of Gigagiggles Past (1 of 7)

September 3rd, 2011 4 comments

Welcome to Gigagiggles 3.0! If you’ve been here for a while, know that I mourn the loss of 2.0 with you. Many memories. Things will never be the same. If you’re new here, you can probably gather from the respectful silence that something dear was lost. It was. It’s not completely lost of course – [...]

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