Love Is The Key

Saturday, July 30th, 2011 at 6:34 pm

Every Argument Every Couple Ever Has EVER. from Casey Donahue on Vimeo.

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U-GOEZ again and again and again

Thursday, June 9th, 2011 at 2:48 pm

I heard some Girl Scout cookie events are thinking outside the box this year, but maybe not want to go to far from the box with this one..

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Canton, Cleveland not Columbus

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011 at 2:05 pm

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ACTIVITY: Writing challenge. Complete this add-a-story. Story will commence in Columbus Ohio, a city you know absolutely nothing about, cept’ that you know it’s a city in Ohio. What else! Think dam it! Columbus was an explorer and that could mean the city was named after a famous explorer. Excellennnnnt!

Jenny, get me a 30 second live feed between 5:09 and 5:14, but not before or after a Viagra commercial, and do you think you could open my feed with some famous explorer symphonic piece that even movie going kids and adults could relate to. Oh! And there might be a few older folks who will also relate to the music, so can you make sure the selected piece was previously available on LP and 8 track KLI –KET…

“Shut the Fuck Up Tom!” Jenny replied angrily. “It’s not a stroke of brilliance and it’s not acceptable to open a story with an association that is, as far as you’re concerned, unsubstantiated!” Putting down a partially licked beater blade, she continued with a little smudge of cake batter on her left cheek. “You could have at least mentioned the Hall of Fame, Browns, Indians, or maybe that it’s so flat there, you can see as far as your high range remote auto starter will reach.

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The Angle Doesn’t Dangle

Friday, January 14th, 2011 at 2:57 pm

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Reading Up On Viagra by: TOMMY BARRETT

So I went into the library the other day and asked the librarian if they had any books on Viagra. “Over there,” she said hastily, pointing to an array of book shelves sparsely populated with books. “How is the shelf marked,” I asked, hoping for a little more help then a mall directory on a pedestal. “Section A1! Third on the left”. “OH,” she continued nervously, “The marker is missing but the stack has a severe lean to the right!”

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Now Available In No Stores

Monday, January 3rd, 2011 at 2:03 pm

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It wouldn’t be a weekend if I didn’t write some little ditty about something foolish or maybe not. Just the same, the ambition to perpetuate this endeavor could run a valiant course, or it could simply POOF and she’s gone. So with that “partial can of gas” perspective, how could I possibly not succeed in completing this endeavor? (maybe not doable). As I prepared a recent cartoon with references to Hanna Babara bear cartoon characters, I had no idea, that bear character of cartoon Pic-i-nic fame was about to be released as a full length motion picture. Talk about art imitating art imitating make believe life. Phew! Those double imitations always make me thirsty.

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Quiz: No Grade

Friday, December 31st, 2010 at 2:23 pm

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Grampy’s Pride

Friday, December 10th, 2010 at 3:24 pm

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"Gramp’s rig was his pride and joy and woe to the borrower who came back with the wheels muddied or his trotter disheveled. Grandfather may have had his sloppy moments, but the black paint and the fancy red striping on his buggy shone immaculately. The square brass lights gleamed in the sunlight and threw feeble beams ahead in the dark of the night. Tucked neatly in its socket on the dashboard, his buggy whip sported a small red bow tied to the snapper. I never quite dared to ask him where the bow came from or who put it on the whip. Pete and I discovered early that old discarded buggy whips could be put to use in our investigation into the area of smoking. Cutting off a short piece about the length of a cigar, we stripped the woven cloth cover from it and lit one end of the porous wood, drawing lustily until we were producing reeking clouds of smoke that would have gagged a skunk.
"In the wintertime the buggies were stored under a tarp in the wagon shed and the sleighs were brought out. The roads were not plowed, but the snow was rolled hard and firm by huge horse-drawn snow rollers. I still remember a cold winter night when Pete and I drove to a party in Belmont. The horse trotted briskly in the cold night and plumes of steam rose from his nostrils and left tiny icicles on his nose. Tucked warmly under a thick buffalo robe with a warm soapstone at our feet Pete and I were as snug as two bugs in a rug.

Overhead the stars glittered with cold brilliance in a bottomless black sky and the trees along the road glistened with frost. Muffled by the packed snow, the horse’s hooves beat a soft cadence and the sleigh bells jangled with silvery music. Coming back later, after an evening of playing musical chairs and spin the bottle and postoffice, the moon had come up over the horizon and the way was bathed with a sheen of silver and the shadows of the trees lay across the road, moving gently with the night breezes.
Out in the fields the snow sparkled as though strewn with diamonds and Pete and I drank it all in in silence.. The horse trotted anxiously, knowing that it was headed for home and a warm stall. Pete and I looked at each other over the edge of the buffalo robe and grinned from ear to ear. There might have been happier times but at the moment we couldn’t think of one."

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Before The Bus

Saturday, December 4th, 2010 at 2:11 pm

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a partial story by: Edwin J. Allard

If you have never known the pleasure of riding in a horse-drawn buggy along a country road on a peaceful summer afternoon, or along a dirt road in autumn lined by trees brilliant with changing colors, you have missed the thrill of a lifetime and I am sorry for you. I couldn’t help making comparisons the other day as I sat motionless in a long line of stalled traffic, gnawing on my fingernails as the motor guzzled gas and went nowhere, assailed by the noxious fumes of catalytic converters and the cacophony of horns honked by impatient drivers. In the comparison I felt like joining King Richard in his plaintive cry of ‘A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!’
"I remember the horse and buggy days well and the adolescent delight in being allowed to drive. There was a delightful sense of euphoria as I lolled back in the seat, feet propped up on the dashboard and the reins held loosely in my hands as I clucked knowingly at the horse. The chock-chock of the wheels on the well-greased axles and the rasp of the rims on the gravel road were soothingly hypnotic. And who can ever forget the sweet rumble and clatter of buggy wheels rattling over the loose boards of a bridge? They just don’t make that kind of music any more.
"Even the horse seemed to enjoy the act of trotting smartly along, tossing her head with a snort of her nostrils, mane flowing in the breeze and a jaunty flatulant reminder that she was feeling her oats. The clippety-clop of her hooves echoed pleasantly as she trotted through the covered bridges.
"In man’s scheme of things there was ample evidence of the importance given to horses. Every main street boasted a watering trough filled with clear running water where you could stop, climb out and unhook the checkrein to let Dobbin quench her thirst. It was not unknown for a dusty and parched driver to bend down to where the cool water flowed from the end of the rusty pipe to slake his thirst at the same time. Churches were sometimes graded by the quality of their wagon sheds where the congregation sheltered their teams while they went inside to stoke the embers of their spiritual fires. I can still remember the Saturday night line of buggies in front of the general store where I worked as a callow youngster. Tethered by a weight hooked to their bit rings, the horses waited patiently while the farmers bartered eggs and butter for groceries inside.