Fall wanders to town,
Hues turn non-green with envy,
No leaf left behind.

Game still in progress,
Will this madness never end?
Zero to zero.

… the lovers, the neocons and me.

The trip to Tuscaloosa didn’t quite go according to plan.

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At dinner the other night, Kay passes me a note. Like we’re in study hall or something.

Apparently she needs help with her math homework, as it appears to be some sort of banking problem.

My mistake, her note is written on the back of the ATM receipt.

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Greasy diner food
doesn’t sit well in my tum.
Eat healthy or die.

The most powerful woman in the world not named “Oprah” is stopping by. And I’ll be there to stalk greet her.

The well-heeled Condoleeza Rice will be in Tuscaloosa on Friday to give an 11 a.m. lecture, along with some British wank. (more…)

Coffeehouse brings buzz.
Not great if you hate java.
“One dainty roast, please.”

Mike travels a lot for his job. So when he came back a few days ago from L.A. on the redeye, all he wanted was a restful ride in a quiet corner in the tail section.

What he got was rowdy collegians.

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The South is always good for a laugh or two, especially when we bring it upon ourselves.

Enter “The Daily Show,” which aired its segment on how dry counties may be all wet.

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Live strong, wristband says.
A talking bracelet? What the …
Cancer of the spaz.

Cough cough, sniffle, cough.
Is it safe to be this sick?
I’ll shoot the bird flu.

Questions to ask city council runoff candidates at tonight’s forum at WorkPlay …

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Whaddaya think of my new business cards? I just can’t decide which one …

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BJ is pants shopping at the mall, when he chats up the lovely sales clerk. The pair of trousers he wants (his, not hers) is available from another store. So she takes down his info … “Name.” “Address.” “Phone number.”

After giving his number, he charmingly tosses off, “And your number?” And she giggles at this. But then,

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Club disease redux:
Shout to make conversation
“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?”