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Gratuitous Saturday Random - Swinging In The Breeze Edition

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I believe that after all these years (almost 14 by my count) of blogging, today marks an historick first, insofar as I am posting today for the very first time from the immense comfort of my hammock on the back porch of Port Swiller Manor. 569 more words

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On Coffee And Cold, Dead Fingers

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!!

A whirlwind visit out west this week for biznay, but I’m back home at Port Swiller Manor with my feet up today.  299 more words

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Random Back Porch Observations

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo is out on the porch this pleasant Saturday evening, lap-top in, er, lap, glass of wine at his elbow, watching the sunlight gradually withdraw from the sky. 494 more words

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In Which Things Fall Apart

Bad, bad biznay today.  Bad, bad biznay.

Of course, this was obviously a lone-wolf shooter, and we may never, ever, know what motivated him.  All we can do now is light candles, wear ribbons, and stand together,  Dee Cee Stwong. 257 more words

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Reunited And It Feels So Good......

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo is very happy this evening because La Wrangler is home from the shop, where she’d been since Friday morning owing to a case of the dreaded… 593 more words

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Holy Dead Icons, Batman! - Updated

R.I.P. Adam West.

Although I only saw the old series as late afternoon reruns when I was in elementary school, I still like to say that West was the only “real” Batman, mostly to annoy the sort of people who take comic book (excuse me, “graphic novel”) characters seriously. 184 more words

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Gratuitous Dispatches From The Swamp

Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I must say that observing my office mates today chattering about and then watching the big Capital Hill hearings that were finally going to destroy the Donald reminded me strongly of all those Christmases of my misspent yoot when I would hurtle down the stairs in anticipatory ecstasy only to discover that my parents had once again failed to give me a pony. 12 more words

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