James Hillis

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Sittings[Volume 1]

In Uncategorized on April 23, 2009 at 1:45 am

Alright so it is already here, but now the weather is getting better and it feels like spring. Anyway here are some more mindless sputterings from the Lane

Sometimes i wonder, does Angela Jolie wonder what i am wearing?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry!
People say i am psycho like it’s a bad thing!

A lot has been said of politicians, some of it complimentary but most of it accurate.
What’s it mean being a man:Making mistakes and not caring!
If at first you don’t succeed have a scapegoat handy!

I may have never left my heart in San Fransisco, but i did leave some toe nail clippings at the Toronto bus depot.
“I am not an egomaniac, but i am the worlds best dancer”—Micheal Flatly
2 out of 3 North Americans men will develop hemorrhoids.

TEIAM, there problem solved!
9 out of 10 guy’s prefer woman with big breasts, the 10th guy prefers the other 9 men
I wonder if General Custer wore shirts by the Arrow Company?

I can’t remember the last time i did any serious running, but i have been jogging my memory.
Without evil, there could be no good, so it must be good to be evil sometimes
There are no stupid answers, just stupid people.

Enjoy the weather and i will talk to ya later!

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Why i do this

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2009 at 2:48 am

To my Dad a good joke or story was as important to life as food or drink. He loved to tell story’s and to have a good time, and he had many a good time. Many people say i have a warped sense of humor and can pull a story out of anything, but in comparison to my old man i am just a novice. I saw him laugh at a John Wayne movie, i saw him bust a gut watching Harvey Korman and Tim Conway perform a routine on the Carol Burnett show. He could repeat jokes from the likes of Lenny Bruce to Richard Pryor and to him humor had no boundaries.
And the story’s and thoughts he would come out with were classics, but to me they were as new as the rain or snow that fell outside. Sure they were probably stolen from someone else or from a book he had read but the way he told them made them his. I have learned many one liners, jokes, groaners and weird thoughts on life from my Dad and while they are not always funny to everyone, they are at least interesting and would leave his party guests snickering under their breath. But is that not what life is about? Keeping your friends and acquaintances laughing and thinking all at the same time? Even as he was dying he kept a sense of humor, he pulled me over to his side and indicated that he needed to say something to me and as i got closer to his mouth he whispered” get off my air hose you arsehole”. I could only laugh and i am sure my family thought i was nuts, but i know that everytime i write a story or post a stream of weird thoughts he is laughing and telling anybody that is near him up above ” I taught him everything he knows, and he still doesn’t know anything”

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Tough day in McLaughlin Lane

In Uncategorized on April 14, 2009 at 8:41 pm

warm milk in a dirty glass anyone!

warm milk in a dirty glass anyone!

In Uncategorized on April 14, 2009 at 8:32 pm

As an avid reader and blogger, i felt i needed someplace to put my”best of” so to speak. Story’s, pictures and just aimless ramblings. And yes, that nome in my shoe is real!!! I Think!

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