tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51511989671848544902012-03-20T07:41:02.395-07:00From the odd mind of Acquanetta M. Sproule, thoughts, opinions, observations, rants, raves, stories, poems and photos about the Universe in general and life in Detroit in particular.Nifty Nettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979993283835213457noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151198967184854490.post-16039959923509899492011-06-09T16:15:00.000-07:002011-06-09T16:15:56.360-07:00

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Nifty Nettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979993283835213457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151198967184854490.post-13625160686492329032011-06-06T18:30:00.000-07:002011-06-06T18:30:41.403-07:00

The ORIGINAL PLAN was to see if I could publish one Twitter-length story per day for one year. That's 140 characters times 365 days, which equals 41,100 characters (if I did the math correctly). ...Or...I could try writing a novel.... ...hmmmm.... (I use ellipses a lot, don't I?) Anywho, the following is as far as I got.... ***** <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false

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Nifty Nettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979993283835213457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151198967184854490.post-72157360779873669192011-05-31T19:29:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:29:04.098-07:00

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Nifty Nettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979993283835213457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151198967184854490.post-4855374627066918312011-03-16T17:51:00.000-07:002011-03-16T17:51:33.486-07:00

First, it is absolutely mandatory that you keep a straight face. And, realize that it is unlikely that you'll be able to pull it off twice on the same person. Keep pronouncing "Chrysanthemum" as "Chrysanthenuhmum" and see how long it takes your victims, eh, listeners to untangle the word and be able to pronounce it correctly. ...tee, hee..

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To my left, outside my car window, a wall of water taller than my car and longer than the road I am speeding down races toward us. If something outside of my control does not happen, my family dies. My children die. Because I wasn't fast enough. Good enough. Not peaceful, gentle deaths on their beds, after good, long lives and surrounded by many generations. But terrified, flung and smashed.

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...you can't make him drink. But, if you toss his stubborn behind into the River, he's gonna drink something!

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On the bus, heading to work. A typically gray Michigan mid-winter dawn. Chained to a "No Parking" sign pole, a pink bike. Not an ordinary, run of the mill, "...oh, there's a bike...and it's pink," but a "TA-DAHHH!  PINK!!" kinda bike. Further along, the Fox Theatre sign, in intermission between color dances. Dark against the rising sun. The two Fs facing each other, forming an "A," my first

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While yall are snickering at me being unfashionably bundled up, I'm watching you going around hatless, wearing short, thin jackets. The thing is, 40 degrees is just 8 degrees above the temperature where water freezes. Just because a bunch of you are simultaneously doing something stupid, doesn't make that something any less stupid.

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I'm gonna try this again. Once I get the hang of  Blogger, I'll have three separate blogs:  this one for my general Musings, one for my "regular" nano-stories and one for the "bizarro" nano-stories. That way, youse guys won't have to suffer through reading through the stuff you don't like to get to the stuff you do like. Considerate of me, dontcha think? Oh, and for any of youse folks that

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My cell phone hung up on my boss. This is not a good thing. The other day it hung up on the urgent care triage nurse and not long ago it hung up on my distraught son. I would like to buy a new cell phone, but I don't know how. Getting a new to me phone is easy enough. Practically everybody's got 'em. Grocery stores, gas stations, beauty shops, garden supply stores. Nice little refurbished phones

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The other day, I was walking along minding my own business, when I caught this little, black squirrel's attention. It hopped up to me and sat down directly in front of me. When I stepped to my right, it hopped to its left. When I stepped to my left, it hopped to its right. Each time, blocking me. There was a momentary standoff. But then, it must have read my mind and saw that I was wondering how

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